Undersold(37)

I let out a small gasp as he filled me. I took every inch of him, and he filled me completely. Every time I felt him inside me, I was shocked at how much of his cock I could take. His girth was a ring of pleasure inside my body, and he thrust himself deeper. He let go of my legs and leaned over me. He kissed my mouth and neck as he moved slowly and deeply inside of me. He ran his mouth down my neck and licked my breasts and nipples.

“You have such a perfect body,” he said quietly, voice husky with pleasure. I let out a small gasp in response as he thrust harder into me, and waves rolled up my spine. He stood back and grabbed my legs again as he started to thrust and push harder and deeper into me. I reached down and grabbed the edge of the table as he rocked deeper and harder. I bucked my hips back against him, our rhythms matching. He grunted and groaned as he filled me more and more, and I rocked against the tabletop as his hips hit against my body.

I felt his one arm release my leg. He reached his thumb up and moistened it in his mouth, then rubbed it against my clit as he continued to thrust inside me. “Just like that,” I groaned at him, and the intensity of his thrusts increased in response. His thumb was the perfect pressure against my swollen hood, and he rubbed gently but firmly my clit as he continued to press himself inside of me. I felt the pleasure building along my lower body again, and it began to climb up my spine.

My fingers turned white as I grasped the table. His thrusting peaked, and my back arched as the pleasure reached my chest. I could feel myself getting close, and I looked at him expectantly.

“Come on my big hard cock,” he said, which made me double in ecstasy. “You have my permission.” My body convulsed as the waves of pleasure hit me hard. I couldn’t help but moan loud, my voice filling the room, and I could feel his cock get harder and his thrusts get faster. As my orgasm reached its peak, I felt his cock stiffen, and his hand tighten around my leg as he began to come. My orgasm peaked and started to level off as he grunted his cum deep inside of me. He pressed himself deep into me, and slid himself out, slowly but strong, as the last of his orgasm faded as well.

I laid back on the table, exhausted. My entire body tingled, my lips and cheeks were numb, and I felt close to passing out from the pleasure. It was one of the strongest orgasms of my life, and it was all I could do to remain conscious. I was lightheaded and dizzy from the exertion and joy. He pulled out of me, and leaned his back against the table, breathing deep and sweating. The smell of sweet cum and our bodies filled the room, and I savored his muscled form, the beads of sweat rolling down his ripped back.

I was floating on a cloud of post-sex glow as we dressed again. I pulled my panties back on, although they were soaked through and useless. He discarded the condom, and pulled on his jeans, without underwear.

“I feel so greedy for you,” I said to him, sitting on the edge of the table and watching him dress. I let my eyes roam around his perfect frame for what felt like the hundredth time, but I couldn’t get enough of him. Every motion he made brought out something new in him that I hadn’t noticed before, and I felt drunk on every inch of his body. Even satisfied and satiated for the moment, I couldn’t help but want to touch him and explore the movements and folds of his skin. He looked up at me and smiled.

“Is it greed if I want to give it to you though?” He pressed himself between my legs and kissed me long and deep. When we parted, my head was swimming all over again.

“Come on, let’s get something to eat,” he said. “We need to fuel up.”

I laughed. “Oh and why’s that? Got some big plans?”

He grinned at me. “You have to make up for all the time you wasted back at your apartment.”

“Yes sir, Mr. Green.” I hopped off the table and followed him into his kitchen. It occurred to me that I might have just had an orgasm on a table older than the both of us combined.

I watched Shane open the refrigerator from my seat at the island. He was making a simple salad for the two of us to split, and I suddenly felt a pang of jealousy. His easy motions, his innate grace, and the way he handled himself and his tools with precision were things of beauty. I wanted to match him, but he was unmatchable. Nothing I knew about him compared to how he actually lived, his rigor and gentleness. He was the most passionate person I had ever met, but also the most aloof and joyful. What I had initially mistaken for intense structure was actually his mastery of the world around him. The rules he made me follow weren’t arbitrary things, but important ideas that sustained our connection. When I was near him, caught in the pull of his heavy gravity, life was easier, and my own body felt light and constructed out of air.