My Taboo First Time(5)

“What,” I murmured, gasping for breath, “What happened?”

“You got tighter,” he said, his hand slipping over my sweat slick body to cup my ass.

I lay there grinding on him for a moment, holding him tight to my chest and rolling my hips, my mouth parted in pleasure silenced by years of secret explorations with my door locked.

“Moan for me,” he said, murmuring in my ear.

Before I could he did, groaning loudly with his lips against my throat. I met his with one of my own, heavy and throaty.

“I want you on top now,” I gasped, squeezing him with my arms and legs.

He didn’t pull out of me. We just rolled over, slowly and carefully, lying face to face before I pulled him on top of me. He stared into my eyes until he found the rhythm I liked and then he began to thrust, harder and faster now, shaking the whole bed with his exertions. I felt myself tightening up, the warmth between my legs not spreading but going white hot, all seized up and clenched like a fist. I knew it would let go any second and held him all the harder, pulling him against me, and I put my lips to his ear.

“Cum in your little sister,” I whispered.

He seized up, then he went wild, shoving my ass into the bed with his thrusts. I clamped down on him and rode it out, letting my head fall back against the bed as he pushed and pushed, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through my body. I thought I was going to burst, fly apart like a balloon. When I felt him push me over the edge it came as a total shock and I bucked against him, lost in the shuddering, pulsing rush of alternating waves of heat and cold slamming through my body as he grunted out the peak of his exertion into my body, his face buried in my throat, his breath hot on my skin. It was like I was outside my body, lost in a coiling cloud of pure sensation, barely aware of my curled toes and the sheets clenched in my fists and the tingling of my scalp. I arched off the bed and pushed into him hard, and he threw his arms around me.

When it was over he didn’t pull out of me, but rolled not his side and yanked me along with him so I collapsed against him, totally exhausted, barely able to move.

All I could manage was a slow “Uhhhh,” for at least ten minutes.

I winced a little as he drew out of me, feeling tender from the intensity of him. He rolled not his back and I shimmied onto his side and curled my arms around his bicep and breathed into his arm.

“How was it?” he said.

“Great,” I murmured. “Let’s do it again.”

“I can’t,” he croaked.

I looked down. “You made my legs green and there’s grass all over my bed.”

He sat up. “Oh shit.”

“What?”

“How are we going to explain the grass stains?”