He was quiet, just stayed atop of me. I could feel his penis still within me…growing flaccid. I nudged at his chest gently and he shifted his weight off my body. I quietly slippery off the bed and walked into the bathroom. I let the shower water flow over my body. I caught my reflection in the mirror and bit my lower lip so I wouldn’t cry. My eyes shut as I positioned my face right under the flowing water. I let the water hit it. The spot between my thighs felt sore. I felt his fingers crawl over my face and my eyes came open. Our gazes locked in the mirror. He moved closer, made sure I could feel his erection. It was right against my skin, against the small of my back and he was looking right into my eyes in the mirror. I blinked them shut.
`No, don’t, don’t close them.’ Second time in one night I was getting those words from him.
`Just go. Leave me. Let me be.’
` Can’t_’ I turned to face him and he tried to kiss me. I did exactly what he had done to me earlier, I slapped him. He touched his cheek quietly. ` We are even, ‘ he said. I started to leave the room and he pulled me back to him and pinned my body against cold tiles. There was no room for escape. He started nibbling my ears. Chills went through my body. `I can’t get enough of you. You know that, don’t you? And that tattoo on your ass, it gets to me.’ I stay quiet not moving. His hands are moving all over me. I shouldn’t be letting him touch me, we just fought…but then it’s not the first time we fought. It happens a lot. He pulls me tightly against him. My nipples crush against his chest then he kisses me passionately, he kisses me in that manner of his that drives all thoughts out of my mind. Then he lifts me really high. My back is still against the wall. ` Part your legs and place them over my shoulders,’ he says.
` I’ll fall…’ I’m scared of falling but I part my legs. There’s something about the look in his eyes that makes me do it. His hands moved to support my ass. I’m practically sitting on his palms my back against the cold tiles. Then he pushed his head forward and his mouth was right in my pussy. I felt his tongue getting into me and I thought I would blackout. I tried so hard to keep stable, not wanting to fall. His tongue was creating fire within me. It was impossible to believe I felt sore right there just a minute or so ago. His tongue was so tender, so soft…then he stiffened it and fucked me with it. I arched my back, threw back my head and moaned. I couldn’t control the sound escaping my mouth.
I kept begging him to please not stop…telling him I love his tongue…telling him I’m going crazy, that I couldn’t think, that it felt great…that I was coming…I moaned, screamed out loud, backed against his mouth as my juices filled his mouth. My legs were quivering against his shoulders and I just couldn’t make them stop. He kept licking off my juices and taking them in. Then he moved back a bit and let me slide down slowly and just when I reached his waist area he thrust into me. My hands went around his neck and my legs went round his waist. He started to move inside me so slowly…my pussy walls felt so sensitive. I could feel every in and out movement, and those circular movements he made inside me. His tongue started to play with my nipples.
Flicking them. It felt amazing. I found myself squeezing his dick within me and were looking right into each other’s eyes the whole time. When he finally shuddered within me his eyes shut, and when the last of his come was out, we kissed quietly then we showered…and kissed.
Yours truly,
Trudie.
