You are MINE (closed)

Once Gabriella recovered from her orgasm, she reached back and released Greg from his bonds so he could hold her. His arms immediately went around her beautiful body, and she snuggled close to him, as if he was the safest place in the world to be at the moment.

Greg found he was rather enjoying being exposed to Gabriella's vulnerable moments like this. Some of the extreme ones were more alarming, but it exhibited a trust in him he seldom even got on calls for work.

The numbness in his legs had gone all the way down to his feet. Getting up off the chair was going to be real fun. His cock had slid out of Gabriella somewhere along the line, but he was pretty confident it wasn't the last fuck they'd share before she had to go in to work.

Greg caressed her hair a while, kissing the top of her head, letting Gabriella take whatever comfort it was she thought she needed at the moment. Still, he needed to get up and get the circulation going again.

"Baby girl," he whispered. "I really need to stand up." I don't want you to have to get off me, but I can't feel my toes anymore."
 
She moved from his lap and back over to her chair.

Sorry love.
 
God, Greg hated to have Gabriella climb off him. Hated feeling his cock once again exposed to the open air, hated the look of embarrassment and disappointment on Gabriella's face.

When she sat in the chair opposite him, Greg got up... or tried to. It took a couple of false starts before he managed to get on both feet, and then his numb feet made him clutch the table, and then Gabriella's shoulders for support, while he felt the pins-and-needles sensation of returning circulation kick in.

"I'm sorry, baby," he apologized. "The chair just caught me wrong. You felt great." He caressed her cheek. "You always do."

As he got more feeling in his legs, Greg started walikng around the room a little, feeling more than slightly embarrassed about this. "Talk about a mood breaker, huh?" He chuckled, hoping Gabriella would see at least a little humor in the situation, and that whatever plans for taking advantage of his not having to go in to work weren't ruined.

God, he felt like such a fool sometimes...
 
Don't worry about it love it happens.

She smiled.

Feeling better?
 
Like with so many other things, Gabriella shrugged off the hiccup in the proceedings. The smile she gave him was warm and forgiving.

"Feeling better?" she asked as Greg marched haltingly around the kitchen.

He stopped directly in front of the beautiful lady sitting before him. His legs and feet still tingled, but they didn't feel like they might give out on him now.

"Yeah," he replied, "A lot. Thanks."

Standing there, looking down at the sexy nude body before him, Greg's cock started to grow again.

"God, you're beautiful," he gushed.
 
Love how about we go relax in the living room. Might be more fun in there.

She winked standing slowly letting her breasts brush against him as she stood.

Now...

She purred the soft command.
 
Greg didn't need to be ordered, but he wasn't complaining about the way it was delivered. He was on his feet and following Gabriella's luscious ass within a second of the suggestion.

In the living room, Greg just stepped right up behind Gabriella, his growing cock slipping right against her ass, his hands reaching around to cup her ample breasts...
 
Mmmm now isn't that better? So much more room for fun.

She cooed snuggling back against him.
 
Greg's cock rubbed against Gabriella's smooth skin, sending a thrill through his crotch snd every other part of him. Her tits filled his hands perfectly, with plenty of spill-over, but it was all in propotion. That was the greatest thing about Gabriella's body, in Greg's estimation: nothing was over-sized or under-sized. Every dimension was precisely perfect.

"Better, for sure," Greg agreed, maneuvering his hands so he could pinch and knead her stiff nipples between thumb and finger.

While he rubbed himself against Gabriella's ass and worked her breasts, he ducked his head down and started kissing her neck...
 
Well now what shall we do next? I am thinking I need my pets tongue while I watch some TV.

Sbe purred.
 
Gabriella's suggestion made Greg's cock throb. His hands continued caressing and working her luscious breasts and he moaned into her neck, "Whatever Mistress wants."
 
Well then let's curl up on the couch and enjoy ourselves.

Not that she really wanted to move from his expert caressing of her breasts.
 
Gabriella seemed to particularly enjoy what he was doing, and Greg certainly liked it. While eatimg Gabriella's fantastic pussy was a definite enticement to let go and hurry to the couch, he continued fondling her tits, kissing her neck and rubbing his hard-on against her ass, murmuring, "Lead the way, Mistress."
 
Her eyes closed her hand reaching back to caress his thigh she murmured.

Yeah... We... Should move... To the...couch.
 
Greg loved that Gabriella was so distracted by what he was doing to her.

Keeping his hands working her breasts, he bent his knees and pulled his hips back a little, which let his hard cock slide down Gabriella's ass crack. Before she could protest that he might be trying to slide his cock into her butt, he deftly slid his erection between her legs, so it rested against her incredibly damp pussy.

The angle was wrong for fucking, but already, his cock against Gabriella's oozing cunt felt fucking spectacular.

He switched sides on her neck and continued to nuzzle...
 
She rolled her hips back against him a soft whimper slithering from her lips. One hand reaching back to his thigh still while the other moved to slither through his hair.
 
Gabriella was lost in her pleasure, and Greg was happy to supply as much of it as possible. He pinched, pulled and rolled her thick nipples harder while he continued kissing her neck and sliding the length of his cock against the length of her pussy slit, loving the moans she gave him and the gyrations her body made.

He purred as she reached back, grabbing his hair and thigh. trying to pull him into her closer.

Removing his lips from her neck, Greg let Gabriella lean forward, his hands still holding her tits. The slight change in angle aligned her pussy with his cock, and he let himself slide easily inside,
 
Rolling her hips back as she leaned forward hands moving to rest of the arm of the sofa that had been their original plan. She felt him slide in and purred grinding her hips back a little against him.

I like this new plan just as well.
 
Even though Gabriella was ostensibly the top in most of their sexual encounters, she seemed not to mind so much - for the most part, that is - when Greg took the initiative and led the proceedings, especially when they obviously meshed with her desire of the moment...

And at the moment, it appeared her primary desire was to get fucked, a desire Greg was quite willing to fulfill for her. Of course, if she was still of a mind to get her pussy eaten while she watched TV, he'd be eager to do that for her as well.

Immediately, though, his prime directive was to fuck her hard and fuck her well...
 
She slammed her hips back against him with a faint growled

Yess...
 
When Gabriella fucked her ass back at him, fucking him as much as he was her, Greg felt his orgasm coming on. He didn't keep that fact a secret, either. He liked cumming both for and because of Gabriella. He didn't announce his orgasm in words but Gabriella was an intelligent and intuitive enough woman that the signals Greg gave her were awfully obvious...
 
Yeah... Now baby...

She slammed back again with a whimper grinding back hard as orgasm began to assault her system.
 
As suspected Gabriella knew he was about to cum, and encouraged him to do so, something that became more and more inevitable with each thrust and withdrawal.

Finally, Gabriella pushed her luscious ass back on him hard and held it there, her orgasm clasping and releasing Greg's cock such that he could take it no more, and he started blasting his load in Gabriella's beautiful, pulsing cunt...
 
She was gasping and shaking as orgasm continued thundering through her. Her legs nearly giving way beneath her.
 
Greg pumped Gabriella's pussy with cum as she orgasmed at the same time. Greg liked this simultaneous climax stuff. He loved feeling her pussy gripping his cock as he came. It was almost as if she was milking him with her vaginal muscles.

Suddenly, he felt Gabriella start to wobble. Afraid she might fall and hurt herself, he quickly moved his hands from her breasts to around her waist, where it would be easier for him to support her weight without having to pull out.

"I've got you, Baby," he purred, his cock still throbbing inside her quivering pussy...
 
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