Her moaning reached its highest pitch yet before she buried her face in my chest. Her hips went crazy and her pussy clamped down tighter than ever. I couldn’t last through her orgasm. Not the way she gripped me.
I fucked her hard and desperately, then pulled out just before the last vestiges of my humanity were obliterated by the sweet release of my long overdue orgasm. I came in long, thick strands of cum that plastered themselves to Kylie’s tummy. There was so much it didn’t even feel real, and yet it was over before I fully understood that I was done.
I looked down at Kylie, held up by arms that trembled slightly from exertion. There was a satisfied love in her expression, and a contentedness that overcame any desire she might have had to move.
I let myself fall just to the side of her. I didn’t go far enough away to separate our bodies, just enough that I could lie down. She pulled my arm around her and snuggled to my chest. Warm cum squished between us, and I couldn’t begin to give a shit.
“Thank you,” Kylie said. “That was wonderful.”
I smiled crookedly. “You don’t need to thank me. I enjoyed that as much as you did.”
“Maybe almost as much,” she said seriously.
I laughed softly. “Alright. Almost as much. I’ll take it.”
****
We had to get up and shower eventually. The splotches of dried paint and cum were a bitch to wash off, but it wasn’t an unpleasant task. Kylie and I helped each other with the task, as well as fooling around some more under the warm cascade of water.
We washed each other thoroughly, spending even more time scrubbing than our dirty bodies needed. Kylie giggled when I kept returning to her breasts to give them another rinse. She in turn playfully washed my cock repeatedly, but never enough to really turn into a proper handjob. Just enough to tease me and get back at me for all the attention to her chest.
Kylie seemed to like me washing her hair the most. She sighed happily and closed her eyes while I massaged her scalp and made sure her shampoo was all nicely rubbed in.
She washed my hair too, which was quite pleasant, though I had a lot less of it that she did, and it was over much quicker. Still, I decided I’d like to do it again sometime. Among other things.
Kylie dried off first, then wiped off her bathroom mirror and carefully brushed her hair. I watched her while I toweled off in turn. Her beautiful nude body captivated me. Her ass in particular drew my attention as it swayed gently from side to side.
Once dry, I stood behind Kylie, my semi-hard erection nestled against her butt. She stopped brushing and relaxed into my arms.
“You’d think your hair would be more orderly, the care you put into it,” I murmured.
“You should see how bad it gets if I don’t brush it out,” she said.
“Ha, ok. Fair enough.” I gave her bottom the lightest of swats. “I’m gonna go see how bad a mess we made of your bed.”
“It’s pretty bad.”
“Yeah? You have a spare set of bedding?”
“No. I’ll need new sheets.”
“Of course you do.” I chewed on my lip. I didn’t really want to leave Kylie, but she needed clean bedding. Or perhaps it would be more fair to say we needed it. “I guess I could run out and pick up a new set.”