My aching pole felt her sex begin to spasm, and my finger began to work faster as soon both endured her throbbing grip. She dropped her head and exhaled with a, “Uuuuhh.” My free hand was on her hip, pulling her toward me with all the strength I could muster.
Without ever slowing she followed with another moan of rapture… “Uuuuuuhhhh… Oooohhh… Uuuhuhh…” Finally stating with urgency, “Oh! Timmy! Oh my God!”
The ache in my groin had reached the point of no return and I removed my finger from her and grasped her hips with both hands and continued to pump her. Her spasms were beginning to subside when I felt the wave of orgasm rush through my body. I withdrew sharply and exploded — thick cords erupting from me, lacing her back and bottom with pearl-white ropes that laid across her like icing. So intense was the orgasm that I clung to her to keep from falling over. She sensed my state of euphoria and backed into me so that my member lay nestled in her bottom’s crevasse. I pressed into her trying to ease the continued spasms.
She reached behind her and grabbed my wrist, leading me to lie down next to her. As I laid on my back she was on her side, next to me — her top leg drawn up and stretching across the tops of my thighs, her head resting on my chest.
As we lay there catching our breath, I could hear birds chirping outside the window, announcing the presence of the emerging sun.
I gazed at her body lying up against my own, trying to comprehend what had happened tonight. So forbidden, so secret, was my lust for her, that to engage in these fantasies with her was too much for me to accept. As I fell asleep, I played with the idea of her and I acting out the many fantasies I had conjured up over the years.
I awoke several hours later to see a note on the mattress next to me:
Timmy,
Thanks for last night. Looking forward to tonight…