This time, it was me who was talking to the big man above. “Oh my God.”
“I need you to think good thoughts, Tabby. Really good thoughts.” That was all the warning I got as he pulled out and then slammed into me until he was all the way inside.
What followed was what I could only describe as a hard and delicious fucking. Each thrust was powerful, and it was purely because of the firm hold he had on my hips that I was stopped from skidding across the tile floor each time the skin on the front of his thighs met the skin on the back of my own. I knew I’d have bruises in the morning, but I didn’t give one shit.
Even with that firm hold, my legs shifted and trembled slightly every time the head of his cock rubbed over the magical little spot inside of me, and seeing the reaction he made it his mission to concentrate on the area. Reaching my left arm out so I could use the bath for support, I pushed back onto him hard, taking him back into me all the way down to the base.
“Fuck yourself on me, Tab,” he groaned, leaning down over me and supporting himself with a hand either side of me. This meant that his stomach skimmed my back each time he pushed into me, the light dusting of hair on his chest tickling the skin as it passed over it. Reaching for my right hand with his, he lifted it up and moved it down until it was over my clit. “Touch yourself, baby,” he whispered with his mouth next to my ear. “I want to feel you come.”
Almost like he thought I wouldn’t do it, he started to rub our fingers over the sensitive nub and I couldn’t stop the muscle spasm that resulted from it. I hadn’t used vibrating Dave while we’d been apart, he just wasn’t what I’d wanted, and like the real skin and the big bone Dave was currently moving in and out of me, I’d had plenty of fantasies over that time too. So saying I went crashing into an orgasm that took my breath away was an understatement. Every muscle in my body clenched at the same, and just as soon as it released, it did it again, and again. I was faintly aware of Dave groaning as he came too, but it was hard to hear over the roaring in my ears.
That didn’t mean that I didn’t feel him as he came too though. Hell yes I did. Every pulse of his cock made a corresponding one happen in my vagina until I thought I really was going to die. Petit mort my ass, this was death pure and simple, there was no little about it.
I breathed a sigh of relief when I felt it starting to die down. I was only twenty-six, I had so much I still wanted to do, including experiencing this with Dave repeatedly, and dying because I’d had amazing sex wasn’t conducive with any of that. Every muscle in my body lost its power as the orgasm left me, and it was only thanks to him somehow having cognitive functions still and holding me up that stopped me from face planting on the cold hard tile floor.
Firmly placing his hand between my breasts, he used it to pull me up until we were sitting on our knees, his cock still inside me. Once the room had stopped spinning and the little sparkly lights had stopped flashing in my vision, I took a deep breath and placed my hand on top of the one he had now moved to my abdomen. “I think I died.”
Dave going down on me was other worldly. Me going down on him and knowing that he’d picture that whenever he saw pink was fab-u-lass. In fact, every single time I had sex with him blew my mind, and I swear I saw Jesus. But him laughing while his cock was still hard inside me and we were in this position? I saw the light, I saw the pearly gates, I even shook hands with the guy holding the key to them. There were just no words for how outstanding it felt when he did it, which was probably why my vagina tried to let him know by clenching down hard on him, making us both groan. Maybe she was hugging him with gratitude?
With my hand still resting on top of his, he swept his hands slowly over my abdomen, stopping to gently rub my nipple with his thumb while our heart rates returned to an acceptable level that wouldn’t have medical professionals panicking.
“I’m fucking relieved you’re giving me a second chance, fireball,” he murmured in my ear, pulling my attention away from what his hands were doing.