Page 34 of 7 Miles High
Fuck. When she lifts I angle myself inside. She takes it slowly, easing down as gently as possible.
“There. Oh, your pussy is tight.”
“It’s your cock. It’s big.”
We’re quiet now, letting the sensations of pleasure wash over us. It’s our dance, this slow movement. The feelings build with the push and roll of our bodies. I’m getting lost in her. This is the only woman I’ve felt this way with. It’s such a difference it surprises. I didn’t know a connection like this really existed. All those love songs and stories of romance may have actually been about something real.
The passion builds. Her pace quickens and her eyes darken. Watching her breasts bounce and nipples harden builds a fire inside me. Feeling my dick rubbing against her G-spot is erotic. She moans every time I reach it. My breathing has quickened right along with hers. The muscles of my jaw tighten, and hips thrust their rise. Here we come.
“Ohhhh! I’m going to…”
“Come, baby!” I interrupt her because I’m about to come too.
Both of our voices rise and shout to the heavens. Natalie lifts and falls hard against my dick, straining to get every last sensation of our shared orgasms.
“God! It’s still coming!” she screams.
I grab her around the waist and hold her down as I ram my dick into her wet pussy. The final spurts of cum shoot from me like the last drops of oil from a geyser. It curls my toes and steals my breath. Her legs are locked around me and she’s stopped moving. It’s too tender, I know. She just holds steady and smiles a look of complete satisfaction.
That’s the face I want to see every day. The one I need.How you going to make it happen, boy?
