You might think with as many orgasms as Ron had already given me that this one would build up slowly but you’d be wrong. Another one was rapidly approaching and the friction from his wide cock was driving me crazy. The loud suction-like sound every time I pulled up just added to the intensity of my arousal.
The restraints were a mistake. It was different when I was sucking him and teasing his cock but now I wanted his hands on me. Clenching my pussy around his cock, I leaned up and unsnapped the tether from his left hand and then his right.
“Touch me,” I breathed, sitting up straight again, trying to recapture the lost rhythm. He responded instantly, fondling my breasts and holding them so they didn’t pound against my chest.
Then his hands were everywhere as I rode him like a crazy woman. He was squeezing my breasts, pinching my nipples, grabbing my hips to force me down harder as he thrust up to meet my downward plunges. Once again, I was out of control as we were urging each other closer and closer to the summit.
“OH FUCK!” I screamed, pounding my fists against his chest as my orgasm blasted through my sizzling pussy, shaking my body to its core. I was panting, my heart was pounding and it seemed like I just kept cumming forever.
Ron didn’t let go; he just kept slamming me down on his engorged cock as my trembling pussy quivered through incredible waves of orgasmic delight.
“Ohhh! Beth!” he cried as he jerked me down hard one last time and blew a flood of cum inside my well-fucked pussy. He jerkily shuddered through several smaller discharges as I crumpled onto his beautiful, black chest.
“Damn,” I sighed as my pussy continued to vibrate around his spent cock and I nearly passed out from the pleasure.
“Yes,” he responded while kissing my hair and gently squeezing my ass cheeks with his over-sized hands.
I don’t know how long we stayed like that. I must have dozed off because the next thing I remember Ron was carrying me into his bathroom and placing me into a steamy, hot bathtub. Kneeling on the floor next to the tub he washed my entire body with an ultra soft sponge.
“The soap is unscented,” he said casually. “Nothing to give you away when you get home.” He smiled as he did a particularly thorough job of washing my vagina and ensuring there was no residual leaking of questionable fluids. Unlike his lovemaking, the bath was almost asexual, just a nice, tender conclusion to a surprisingly exhilarating evening.
“Don’t settle,” Ron whispered as he helped me from the tub and toweled off my body. “If your husband doesn’t come to his senses, don’t just accept it. If you need to get away, I’d love nothing better than to take you away for a week to a little place I have in the mountains.”
“I don’t think I would survive a week of this,” I laughed, but it was nice to be wanted. “I feel like a wet dishrag right now,” I said, lightly kissing his lips.
“Do you want to borrow another t-shirt,” he asked as he put his sweat pants back. “I’ll walk you home so you can give it back,” he offered.