The taste of you was still lingering on my lips. The dazed satisfaction in your eyes was already sparking into a new heat as I shifted from the slow worship to the hard, throbbing demand growing inside me.
I settled between your thighs, the feeling of your skin against mine like a current completing a circuit. I braced myself on my forearms and kissed you... a deep, consuming promise of pleasure. When I finally pulled back, I was right there. I nudged forward, just the swollen head of my cock parting your slick lips, and paused. You breathed in sharply, your nails digging into my shoulders. I pushed in ever so slowly, stretching you open inch by inch, feeling the warmth from your pussy wrap tightly around me. The first stroke was slow, an agonizing surrender into perfect, tight heat. I buried my face in your neck, breathing you in, my self-control fraying at the edges.
I began to move in a slow rhythm, a gentle rocking, pushing slightly deeper each time. I gave you time to adjust to the girth, the length, and the aching pleasure of my cock. My hips found a grinding circle that dragged against your swollen clit with every rotation, making your eyes roll back and your lips part in a silent gasp. This was the soft, deep, connected feeling as pleasure washed over your face in rising waves. But the fire in my gut was building, a coil tightening. The softness couldn’t last. As your legs wrapped around my waist, heels digging into my ass to pull me closer, my pace shifted. I fed you every thick inch until I was buried to your uterus, my balls slapping against your ass. I couldn’t help but look where we were joined... the primal sight of my glistening cock stretching your pretty pink lips wide, coated in your arousal with every withdrawal.
The bed began slamming rhythmically against the wall. Soft moans were replaced by cries of pleasure, deep guttural moans, and the lewd sound of skin slapping skin. This was the hard, desperate fuck, driven by pure primal need. I drove into you relentlessly, each powerful thrust jolting your body. My hand tangled in your hair, tilting your head back so I could suck and bite at your throat, neck, and chest as I pounded into you, the wet, filthy sounds of your dripping pussy filling the room.
The world narrowed to the feel of you, the sound of you, and the thick scent of sex in the air. Your inner muscles began to spasm. I felt your climax building deep within. Your body bowed off the bed, clamping around me like a vise. The intense, rhythmic pulsing of your orgasm tore my own release from me. I drove in one last, savage thrust, burying myself balls-deep as blinding pleasure exploded through me, flooding you with pulse after pulse of hot cum.
The collapse was mutual, shortly thereafter. I caught my weight on shaking arms just in time, shuddering violently as I stayed buried deep inside your still pulsing pussy. Slowly, I rolled us onto our sides, still connected, refusing to let go. I tucked your head under my chin, your breath hot against my chest, our hearts hammering a slowing duet.