“What’s happening to me? I’m never like this!”
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t know what I mean, passionate, maybe. Good, anyway,” she said, kissing me like she was ready to start all over again. “I think I really want to finish what I started with you, but not right now. Right now, I just need you inside me.”
“Sounds like Sarah Blevins is coming out of her shell.”
“I think so. I’ve never said anything like this before, but I’ll say it now. I want you to fuck me.”
I rolled her on her back and started devouring her lovely breasts again.
“Don, please! I’ve never wanted a man inside me like I do right now!”
We kissed hungrily. When I pulled away, her nails glided across my back. I teased her opening with my cock, rubbing along it, nudging my head a fraction of an inch inside her. She rewarded me with new wetness to mix with my pre-cum.
My pulse throbbed in my hand as I aimed. Pushing just a little, I felt her swollen lips part enough to admit my crown. I stopped there, feeling her hot wetness squeezing me, wondering if I now felt her pulse or mine.
“I need this,” she sighed. “I don’t even care if I don’t cum with you inside me. I just want you to.”
I pushed in another inch. She gasped.
Another inch. I was with women in college who weren’t as tight.
“I can’t wait,” Sarah moaned. She enveloped me with all four limbs, crushing her mouth to mine, and taking me to the root. “Oooooh,” she sighed. “It’s been way too long.”
I kissed her as I withdrew about half way and then allowed myself to sink into her again.
“I need this, Don,” she whispered in my ear.
I eased in and out of her slowly, allowing both of us to savor the sensations of tight, wet pussy and steel-hard cock. Soon, her legs began urging me to go faster. I did, and she started to moan. Moving her hips, she met my rhythm, pulling with her legs to get me to go deeper.
“Oh my God, I think I could cum from this!” she breathed.
“Think you could, or know you will?”
“I never cum during sex.”
“Let’s see if we can change that tonight,” I said.
I made a few parting thrusts, and then pulled out, moving down to feast on her breasts again.
“Why did you stop?” she whined.
“I wanted to lick you one more time before I came in you, babe,” I replied. “Would you like that?”
“Oh God, I don’t care what you do to me! Everything just feels so good. So much better than anything I’ve felt before.”
I sat on my haunches between her legs, lifted them and put them on my shoulders, and grabbed her firm buttocks. Her tight little hole was shrinking, but was still open enough to drool down the crack of her ass. I lifted her to my mouth and plunged my tongue as far into her as I could get. I fucked her with it, stopping periodically to lick up the fluids that leaked down toward her little pucker or to suck on her engorged clit.
“Ohhhh!” she groaned. “You’re going to make me cum again. Oh, oh, oh, oh dear God, OH!”
Then she began to twitch. Her legs bore down on my shoulders, her hips thrust against my face, her juices flowed, and her fists clenched the sheets. She opened her mouth like she was going to scream, but held her breath.
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