Stories From The 6 Train 1(110)

It only takes a few seconds for the motion of our bodies to match, almost as if we were one. She leans into me then, locks of her hair brushing against my chest, and presses her lips against mine. We kiss as if our mouths were drawn to fit in one another, our tongues dancing in circles as I start to thrust harder.

“You’re not getting rid of me this easily,” I whisper into her ear, suddenly realizing that I can’t just pack up and leave to Europe. Not now… Not after Jocelyn. It’s dark, and all I can see is the vague outline of her figure, but I can feel her smile. A wide one. A happy one. She starts riding me harder, moaning louder as if she didn’t care any longer if my fucking father hears us. “I’m staying,” I say, this time out loud. I’m saying it to her as much as I’m saying it to myself. I’m actually staying, and I’ve decided this with my cock twelve fucking inches deep inside of her.

What else can I fucking do? Leave the States after meeting a fucking woman like Jocelyn? Sure, it doesn’t look like our situation is going to fucking improve much more, but still… I just can’t move on as if she didn’t exist. I can’t be that fucking stupid.

“You’re staying ...” she whispers, bucking her hips with such viciousness that I can’t help but groan. “Here...” she continues, getting the words out despite her hard breathing. “With me!”

With that, she explodes again, her pussy spasming and massaging my shaft as she digs her fingernails into my chest. Breathing heavily while her body convulses, she claws at my chest, her fingernails leaving red marks across my pectorals. I keep thrusting while she comes, feeling my own body close to the breaking point.

Two hard thrusts and I’m almost ready to join her, my cock spasming harshly against her inner walls. In a heartbeat, I’m gushing a torrent of cum inside of her, each spasm of my member sending electric waves of pleasure up my spine, every single muscle in my body tensing up to the point of ripping apart. It’s almost unbearable.

“Fuck…” I mutter through my gritted teeth, fireworks going off behind my eyelids. I keep cumming for what seems like forever, thick strands of semen dripping from her pussy and onto my shaft.

Sighing, she waits for my cock’s spasms to subside, and she finally climbs down from my body. But instead of simply rolling to the side, she goes on her knees and leans forward, her parted lips meeting my now sensitive glans. She takes it in her mouth and sucks hungrily, moving her lips down my shaft and cleaning it dry. As she goes back, my cock pops out of her mouth; she grabs it gently, tilts her head sideways and starts licking the whole length of my shaft before finally scooping up all the cum that pooled at the base.

I lay back as she licks me dry, still trying to catch my fucking breath. I say nothing; fuck, I can’t even think straight right now, pleasure still coating my mind. Jocelyne goes to my side as she finishes, one arm across my chest as she inches closer to me. I turn to her, and she loses no fucking time; she presses her mouth against mine, the salty flavor of my semen hitting me immediately.

We kiss as if there was nothing else in the whole fucking universe but us, the cum in her mouth dripping into mine as our tongues wrestle against one another. When she pulls back, there are a few drops of cum on my chin, making their way down my jawline; smiling, she scoops them up with the tip of her tongue.

“I’m not the only one in need of some cleaning up,” I whisper, my heart still beating like a motherfucker. My hands on her waist, I turn her around and pull her into me; she doesn’t take long to realize what I intend to do, and climbs on top of me, easing herself down on my mouth. Swaying her hips, she rubs her drenched pussy against my lips, cum dripping down from her folds and into my open mouth. I open it as wide as I can, feeling my warm semen sliding from inside of her and down to my tongue.

We remain like that until her pussy is dry, my mouth brimming with cum. Only then does she roll to the side, looking at me with anxious eyes. I know what she fucking wants, and so I just go ahead and fucking do it. I swallow, the saltiness of my load fucking clawing at my throat on the way down. Fucking Jocelyn… This woman drives me fucking insane, that’s a fact. Every time I’m with her is like fucking Christmas.

Throwing herself back on top of the mattress, she presses her body against mine. We say nothing for a long fucking while, simply staring at the ceiling as we hear our own ragged breathing, exhaustion lacing our bodies.

Then, hesitant, I feel her reaching for my hand. She grabs it, gently squeezing my fingers, and I squeeze back. We remain in silence, the long shadows in the room tumbling over our bodies as if they were trying to caress our naked skin. I’ve never been what I’d call a romantic, but this… This right here, this is fucking perfection. Forget everything you have ever heard about poetry, music or paintings; the only art form that can explain love is good old hard fucking. Trust me.