I suck again and she’s writhing against my face, and crying out her soft little whimpers quickly with a low ‘ah, ah, ah’ and then a long ‘ahhhhh’ before her body shudders and goes limp.
My cock wants inside, but she needs me to be gentle today so instead I roll to my back and pull her close to my side, grabbing her hand and placing it on my shaft .
She immediately squeezes and now it’s my turn to make sounds.
She’s got a much smaller hand than me but with a good grip. She arcs her thumb repeatedly over my tip as she squeezes and I close my eyes, focusing only on the sensation, feeling good, feeling happy that we’re not in a battle right now. I like make-up sex.
Wet heat wraps around my cock and my eyes jerk wide open.
She’s crawled backwards down to get her beautiful mouth around me.
Fuck, yes.
“Don’t hurt your ankle,” I order, and my voice comes out hoarse.
She releases my cock to say, “I’m fine” and then she’s taking me deeper.
My fingers weave into her beautiful wavy blonde and purple locks. She gags, trying to go too deep and then changes strategy, using her lips and both of her hands to lavish attention over my cock and my balls, which are heavy, getting ready to spill my essence down her throat this quickly. Fuck, but I love the feel of her hot mouth around me.
I hold back, wanting to enjoy watching my mate between my legs, her sexy ass up in the air. No way I’ll close my eyes now. I wanna see her like this, looking beautiful like this. I’ll never forget this moment for the rest of my days.
She’s propped on her knees so both ankles are in the air and the sight of the wrapped injured one makes me bare my teeth for an instant because I still hate that she got hurt, but then it dawns that the path taken has brought us to this minute where she’s voluntarily in my bed, not trying to leave, where instead of me taking her and rutting her to dominate her, she’s giving me my pleasure instead.
Fuck, but I like this.
I love this. Her beautiful silky locks along my thighs, her mouth moving up and down my cock with little licks, sucking, and her squeezing with her hands.
She’s keen about it, too, looking like she’s enjoying what she’s doing. Now she’s running her hands across my hips, up my stomach muscles, and then she squeezes one of my nipples between her thumb and index finger and it feels great.
I’m ready to come. I groan as sensation bursts through my body and heat snakes through my groin before I’m spilling my essence down her throat. She chokes and then it’s spilling out of her mouth, coating my inner thighs.
My woman gets enthusiastic about cleaning it up and she’s licking and sucking harder with the mess of me all over her face, which is still spilling out of me. She shoves her hand down and then I realize she’s playing with her cunt while I’m still spilling cum all over both of us, and that won’t do. I flip her gently to her back and put my fingers between her legs to finish her off. In no time, she’s trembling again.
My greedy girl got her orgasm and wants another.
I decide to give her a third. She’s earned it.
Immediately after she’s stopped trembling from number two, my mouth descends again and she’s pleading with me to stop while her legs are pointed at the ceiling, jerking, toes flexing.
“Too stre-strenuous. Your mom said nothing too---”
“No mentioning anyone’s mom while I’m licking between your legs Ivy,” I whisper, and she giggles. Loud.
It’s a beautiful sound.
She’s earned many more climaxes by being so eager, but I know she needs to rest, so I carry her to the tub afterwards, setting her in it and keeping her foot high over the side of the tub while I run her a bath and wash her body from head to toes. She smiles the entire time, shy with me but affectionate and enjoying it. I’m on my knees beside the tub, running the soaped-up cloth over her body and she’s glowing with her smile, a playful but sleepy look in her eyes.
I very nearly decide to give her a fourth orgasm, since keeping her ankle dry means having one of her shapely legs over the side of the tub, giving me a beautiful view, but she yawns as I rinse her hair of all the shampoo, protecting her eyes as I do, and so instead I lift her out, set her on the sink, and squat to dry her body. She pleads with me to set her on the toilet and leave so she can “water the flowers” in peace and privacy and I laugh heartily at the comparison. She looks at me with what seems like affection as I laugh.