A gasp tore out of my throat when his fingers moved lightly over my swollen, throbbing lips, then moved to play with my clit, lightly circling it with the barest touch. It was too much. I jerked under him, grinding my back into his chest, my legs shaking from the shock of his touch.
I was overwhelmed. Sweat prickled on my shoulders, my chest, between my shoulder blades, on my forehead and behind my knees and elbows. I felt like I was on fire, and the heat was softening me. Most of all I felt something moving inside me, rocking in time with his thrusts, bigger than me but somehow confined within my skin.
I settled into a dull haze, each of his thrusts pushing a grunt out from deep in my throat, until I was shuddering and writhing. I felt like a passenger in my own body as I melted into a puddle and my arms and legs moved on their own, tensing. The heat on my cheeks was like flame, and I went from feeling utterly exposed to totally surrounded, swept up and crushed in his arms as he wrapped one around my chest and pinned my arms to my sides and his other hand worked my clit.
I bucked under him and screamed. It was blinding, all consuming, burning me to cinders as I fell into ice water and through the frantic motions I found a strange peace as the tension ease out of my limbs and left me lying under him, stars floating in my eyes.
“Uhhhhh,” was all I could manage.
He pulled out of me, all at once. His hugeness made it near painful.
“Roll over,” he commanded.
“Uh,” I said.
“Roll,” he said, sharply, “Over.”
He had to help me. I flopped over onto my back, exhausted. He mounted me almost in one motion, crawling over me, sliding his belly against mine as his face filled my vision and his hard cock filled my body. The shock of being entered again made me moan and buck under him, and then he had my wrists and my hands, holding them against the bed. My legs slipped up around him as I welcomed him into my body.
I grunted when he entered me. He drew up close to my face, and I pressed against him. His stubble was rough on my cheek as he pushed his face into my neck and moaned into my skin in a hot blast of breath, matched by more frantic thrusts, his enormous manhood sliding through my tight body, the fullness pushing deep into my body. I curled around him, shivering and shaking and squeezing him with my arms and legs.
He started to pull back, to draw away from me, but I hooked my legs around his waist. He looked into my eyes as his face twisted into a slack mask and he pushed into me hard, his body slapping loudly against mine as he spilled himself inside me in a hot rush. The feeling of burning up passed through me again, quickly and sharply, before fading into a longer, intense buildup of pressure and sensation that made me moan into his throat as I stared at nothing.
With a rough sigh, he collapsed on top of me and held me tightly in his arms, breathing hard. As his shaking body went still and he took control of his breath, he drew out of my body and shifted to set his hip beside me on the narrow bed. I lay limp on the towel, splayed out across most of the bed, my body shining with sweat and flushed with heat.
“Uhh,” was all I could manage.
“Wait here,” he said, and stood up.
He headed for the bathroom, that enormous cock sticking to his leg. He came back a few moments later with fistfuls of warm washcloths. The heat from the water shocked me as he spread them out on my skin and began wiping me down, moving with surpassing tenderness as he cleaned between my legs. When the cloths pulled away the warm water on my skin went cool, and I started to shiver until he bundled me up into a fresh towel.
He was quiet for a while.
“What was that?” he said.
I put my hand on his back. “That was incredible.”
“It was, wasn’t it? What did I do?”
I stretched out and folded my arms behind my head. “You fucked me silly, is what you did.”
He looked over his shoulder at me. “Don’t tell your mother.”
“Oh,” I said, “I won’t. I won’t say a word.”
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