Sudden Drop
Elizabeth lay on her back, lean dancer's body nude and contrasting sharply against dusky blue sheets. Body rising to meet my touch, hips rose eagerly to my fingertip's caress, touching against her mound then sliding down through peachfuzz hair to engorged lips.
A deep kiss, propping myself up on one arm beside her, lips touching and pressing together with velvet warmth while that fingertip traces through slick heat, parting her other set of lips. A throaty groan as it circles her clitoris, already standing with its hood draped around its base ever so slightly. Tracing directly across, I know she's so sensitive that she can almost feel the ridges of my fingerprint. It is a chilly day, so we break contact and pull sheets up over us together. She rolls in towards me and presses breasts to my chest, nipples hard against my skin and her lips find mine again. My hard shaft presses in between her legs, near the apex, and she reaches down with a hand, snaking the other around my shoulder to rest a delicate hand on my back.
My hand finds the small of her back, the other works its way underneath her head to hold her in place gently. The hand on the small of her back drops to a delightful curve just as she touches my cock and nestles it more firmly near those engorged pussy lips, pressing me firmly against her warmth. I feel the thick cum she produces when aroused, slicking my skin and the nub of her clit running along the top of my shaft. She feels this lubricated friction, and moves her hands to my upper back. I see her meaning, and thrust slowly and consistently until her breath catches in her throat under a deep purr. I thrust faster, feeling the pleasure of warm skin surrounding me, though it's not quite conventional. She's enjoying herself, and my cock twitches. She squeezes me tightly, blue eyes fly open and I kiss her deeply. I increase our pace yet again as her nipples harden and rub against my skin.
She comes, a release flying up from a seat deep inside her center, sucking in cool air with her rapid breathing and exhaling warmly on my chest and neck, head tucked down as she grips me tightly. I slow our rocking, stop, she spasms once or twice, I feel a bit more of her wonderful thick cum slide around my cock. I pull out, she rolls onto her back again with our hands just shifting position. She reaches down, takes hold of my slippery shaft with one hand. Gently tugs after she recovers. She speeds up a little, and I kiss her and enjoy, holding back. She stops after a minute or two, and without words, I part her legs for me. I get atop her.
I ask her softly if she wants another orgasm. She nods, I feel achingly curved calves against mine as she wraps her legs around mine. I reach down with my left, rearranging my shaft so as to rub the underside against her pussy. She pulls herself up against me as I make contact, I let my cock nestle between her slick warmth and my skin, feel the friction as I begin to rock and thrust. She's enjoying herself, really getting into it, groaning. I kiss her, she presses back hungrily and her back begins to arch. She exhales and her back drops, I thrust forward again and her clit drags deliciously along my cock. A minute or two later and I've sped up at her behest, she's approaching the edge again. I encourage her as she kisses my neck, upper chest. I slick the pads of my index finger and thumb on my tongue, spare that hand to run the wet skin against her breast in a tight spiral to her nipple - already hard, she feels it. A unique girl, it's hard to pleasure her sexually without paying all of your attention to her clitoris. It adds sensation, however minor. I do the same for the other, kiss her again. Our tongues intermingle and I thrust hard against her, feeling my pleasure rising measurably.
She makes a noise, deep in her throat once more. Another thrust, clit dragging across my skin one last time, and she comes, orgasming fiercely, fingernails leaving tracks across the skin covering the muscle of my back. I let her come, lengthening it with more thrusts, holding myself back from spraying my cum onto her belly and maybe as far up as her breasts. When I stop, it is sudden, and we catch our breath.
Another hungry kiss, so hard we taste blood. It's okay though, somehow we're all right with this hot and wet, fierce, fucking.
I get off her, my cock still hard. I need a release, she knows this, is willing to give it. She's so amazingly tight that it seems to hurt her to penetrate some days. If we penetrate often enough it does not matter as to position or technique, she doesn't enjoy it as much as clitoral stimulation, doesn't do as much for her. We catch our breath. She decides to treat me.
Kissing my chest once, she slides down under the sheets. Licks the head of my cock, taking her moisture off it and replacing it with saliva. She licks up and down my shaft, encompasses the blood-swollen head of my cock with her lips and sucks back. I moan audibly and she stops, lifts her face from my loins and slides up my front, her legs parting. She stays close to me, I keep the sheets up over her shoulders, I feel her kneeling above me with her back bent paraell to mine. The heat and wetness of her slit touch the head of my cock again, she asks me in a whisper to just come when I want, let her control this. She rubs the sensitive tip around her clit in a slight circle. I feel it press through hot flesh, thick cum clinging to it, parting inner lips. I feel her tightness spread to accomodate the head, her fingers on her clit with a rapid rhythm as she lowers herself with a sudden drop. She grinds herself against me, pussy incredibly tight. I thrust gently, let myself rise to it. She achieves orgasm just as I do, pumping cum helplessly into her depths. She throws back her head, sitting stock upright, and shouts her enjoyment.
Hands are on my shoulders, the sheets crumpled around her ass. I look down to see that tight slit encasing my shaft, still throbbing and pumping. Another wave of ecstacy hits us simultaneously, prompted by each other's convulsions. My back arches, hands on her hips tighten, pull her down on me. Her fingers spasm, she looks ethereal in the soft moonlight filtering in through the window. She finishes as I do. I roll onto my side, taking her with me, levering myself up so I don't uncomfortably trap her leg under my weight.
She keeps me inside her for a few minutes, feeling my cock soften from rock hardness to stiff, then to soft. I pull out, she cleans me with her panties, part of our mixed clothes by the bedside. We kiss again, less hungrily, far less fiercely than before. She tucks herself against me as we make ourselves comfortable in the hot den we made for ourselves between the sheets.
Breathing evens out and we sleep, her head on my shoulder, long black hair cascading over my upper arm.