A Valentine's Day Surprise
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My head was spinning with euphoria, the explosion of pleasure sweeping through my entire body. My God! It felt so incredible ... and it had been so long. How long...? Weeks...? Fuck, no, months! A year ... yeah ... no ... New Years ... two ago, year before...
As the lurching of my cock within her slowed and finally ceased, I realized that the thoughts spinning about my head -- while interesting and curious -- were not about her. I realized my eyes were closed and head back on the couch arm. I managed to look up to her, chest heaving from orgasm, and ... and I saw...
Did she cum? Her own look and sound as she began to relax forward upon me began to relieve my shame for having cum to early. I pulled her body close to mine, kissing her hard as we simply lay against one another. I wanted to know whether she, too, had orgasmed, but I wouldn't ask. I'd once had a long time lover who had told me if I had to ask I didn't know her well enough to be fucking her. I hadn't agreed with her premise, but I had stopped inquiring.
Carefully, using my strength and weight advantage, I shifted us until she was sitting in my lap, my cock still impaling her. As I slid us off the couch to the floor, her back to the couch, her legs wrapped around my waist, I kissed her constantly, whispering between mouth meshings all sorts of sweet nothings and erotic compliments.
Once on my knees with my shaft now particularly deep inside her, I reached under the backs of her thighs to clench her ass cheeks ... and began ramming her deep and hard. I looked into her eyes and whispered with determination, "I want you to cum ... and cum ... and cum. I want you to remember this Valentine's Day."
After I'd said it all, I realized it sounded less holiday romantic and more bar pickup dirty. But that was done. Now all I could do was my best to ensure she enjoyed this day as much as I already had.
As the lurching of my cock within her slowed and finally ceased, I realized that the thoughts spinning about my head -- while interesting and curious -- were not about her. I realized my eyes were closed and head back on the couch arm. I managed to look up to her, chest heaving from orgasm, and ... and I saw...
Did she cum? Her own look and sound as she began to relax forward upon me began to relieve my shame for having cum to early. I pulled her body close to mine, kissing her hard as we simply lay against one another. I wanted to know whether she, too, had orgasmed, but I wouldn't ask. I'd once had a long time lover who had told me if I had to ask I didn't know her well enough to be fucking her. I hadn't agreed with her premise, but I had stopped inquiring.
Carefully, using my strength and weight advantage, I shifted us until she was sitting in my lap, my cock still impaling her. As I slid us off the couch to the floor, her back to the couch, her legs wrapped around my waist, I kissed her constantly, whispering between mouth meshings all sorts of sweet nothings and erotic compliments.
Once on my knees with my shaft now particularly deep inside her, I reached under the backs of her thighs to clench her ass cheeks ... and began ramming her deep and hard. I looked into her eyes and whispered with determination, "I want you to cum ... and cum ... and cum. I want you to remember this Valentine's Day."
After I'd said it all, I realized it sounded less holiday romantic and more bar pickup dirty. But that was done. Now all I could do was my best to ensure she enjoyed this day as much as I already had.
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I could see the effect on her of the power and depth with which I was fucking her. Sitting as we were, with me on my knees, her in my lap, her back to the couch, I was sinking deeper inside her than any man likely could or had ... well, unless he was packing a fucking log in his pants, of course.
"Cum for me, Valentine," I urged, no longer caring what I sounded like. I knew what she wanted and needed, the joy and delight a true Valentine would have given her had she had one this year. It was the same feeling I was missing and yearning. I tightened my hold on her ass and intensified the fucking, begging her, "Cum for me. Tell me what to do, Valentine. Tell me what to do to make you happy."
"Cum for me, Valentine," I urged, no longer caring what I sounded like. I knew what she wanted and needed, the joy and delight a true Valentine would have given her had she had one this year. It was the same feeling I was missing and yearning. I tightened my hold on her ass and intensified the fucking, begging her, "Cum for me. Tell me what to do, Valentine. Tell me what to do to make you happy."
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