Chapter 2 — Maybe, We, If — Part One (2)

"A rare item, huh."

"What?"

When I gently pushed her legs apart, the thick muscle of her sex twitched nervously, as if startled.

"It's obvious you love being taken from behind."

"You can tell just by looking?"

Her wide, surprised eyes delighted me.

"Yours sits lower than other women's."

"How many women have you even slept with to know that?"

"That's not the point. You're soaked already."

Only then did she seem to realize her position—she tried pulling her legs together, but my strength was too firm, and she quickly gave up.

I spread her petals with both hands and guided myself into the slit. Inside, her vaginal walls rippled in wet waves.

"Do you want to be eaten?"

"I don't know."

I slowly pushed in until just the head was inside. As it brushed against her slick, sensitive folds, a moan immediately escaped her lips.

"Ah... how much is in?"

"Just the tip."

The ridge of my glans pressed against her swollen nub, making her erect clitoris fully visible—proud and exposed.

It stood out so beautifully, I imagined how she'd collapse in electric ecstasy once I started grinding my pelvis against hers.

I leaned down and kissed her.

After a while, eyes closed in pleasure, she tilted her head and began sucking my nipples.

I savored the flick of her tongue before slowly pushing deeper.

"I like that you don't rush..."

"Just because the outside is wet doesn't mean the inside is ready..."

She slipped her hands under her hips and lifted herself up.

Watching her arousal drip down the cleft of her ass, right before my eyes, only heightened my excitement.

I gripped her ass cheeks, spread them wide, and thrust all the way in.

"Good..."

I heard her breath catch. I began a slow in-and-out rhythm, playing with her hips.

On the pull, I pressed hard against her upper wall.

Every time the tip and ridge grazed her sweet spot, her body grew hotter.

"Ah... ah..."

I pressed firmly on the plump mound, grazing the spot each time—her arousal doubled.

"Ah... being with you feels so good..."

"Me too. It's been a long time since I've felt something this tight. Hahaha."

Her insides grew slicker. I began serious piston strokes. A soft, wet thud-thud filled the quiet motel room.

Mixed in, her moans.

"Hnnnnn... haa..."

I lifted one leg over my shoulder and started thrusting hard from above.

Our pubic bones ground together, rubbing her clit, and she couldn't hold back anymore—her body trembled and her legs curled in.

"Ah... good..."

I stroked her thighs, licked beneath her knees, then grabbed both ankles, spreading and closing them as I pounded into her with force.

Because she couldn't control the tightness herself, her arousal only intensified.

"More... ah... I'm going crazy..."

"Want me to make you crazier? Haha."

"Yes... do it..."

With her legs crossed in an X, I held her ankles and began moving my hips.

The sensation of that gripping pressure—what I felt—seemed to transmit directly into her. Her hips started lifting off the bed.

Her breasts began bouncing wildly.

"Ah... ahhhh... you feel so good... ahh!"

I kissed her soles, then gently three times, hard and deep once—each time stimulating her. Without pause, I could feel her inner walls writhing and convulsing.

She was close—so I slowly stopped.

"Hey... why'd you stop? I'm going insane... do it..."

Her face flushed deep red, breathing ragged.

"Just letting you catch your breath. Heh."

I flipped her onto her stomach and placed a cushion under her hips. She complied easily, as if she knew what was coming.

"What are you doing?"

"Trying to kill you. Haha."

"Hnnn..."

Her voice was thick with excitement. Adding a second cushion lifted her ass nearly toward the ceiling.

When my hips met her soft ass, the sensation was overwhelming.

Facing opposite directions, I pushed into her open slit.

From the very first thrust, I could vividly feel the rough scrape against her upper vaginal wall.

"Haaah!"

Startled by the new sensation, she tried to crawl away, but my hands were already gripping her ankles, lifting them high.

And now, from above, downward—this wasn't even the standard male superior position anymore.

"Ah... ah... ah!!... ahhh... hnn... hik... hnnn..."

My glans was overwhelmed by sensation too. I kept thrusting into her, watching her mouth hang open, unable to even moan.

"Please... I think I'm going to die... stop..."

Honestly, I was exhausted too, so I paused and pulled out. She collapsed, limp all over.

Cruel as it was, I felt a strange duty—she hadn't climaxed yet, not truly—so I had to make her feel an orgasm so intense it would feel like death.

From behind, I grabbed her hips and lifted her up.

"You want it from behind?"

"Yes... but it's too much... hik"

The tip caught, and instantly her pussy clamped down hard. Pushing through her writhing flesh, burying myself inside—it was so hot, I could barely endure it.

I could feel her arousal dripping down my shaft, all the way to the base.

From behind, I pulled her small breasts into my arms and squeezed them roughly as I began moving slowly.

One hand on her breast, the other rubbing her clit with fingers soaked in her juices—she started moaning like she was sobbing.

"Hik... baby... ah..."

I pulled her head back by the neck and kissed her, thrusting harder. The softness of her tongue, the feel of her breasts—it all traveled through my hands and mouth.

"Baby, I'm gonna cum... hnnn"

Afraid she'd slip away, I wrapped both arms around her waist and chest and started pounding into her with full force.

Right before climax, her pussy clenched violently—her entire body froze.

"AAAAAAAHHH!"

I didn't stop. I kept thrusting, rubbing her clit so hard my fingers nearly disappeared.

Normally this would be too intense, even painful—but she was already so aroused that instead, her body twisted in ecstasy.

Her nails dug into my ass, scratching me deeply, painfully.

"AAAAH!! AAAAAH!! AAAAAAAHHH!!!"

She shook uncontrollably, drooling, screaming like a madwoman.

Front rubbing, back pounding—no one could endure this.

She collapsed forward, but her ass stayed lifted, my cock still buried deep inside.

I relaxed, gripped her hips, and began slow, leisurely rear-entry thrusts.

She seemed half-conscious, unresponsive—fucking her now felt like taking a drunk woman, and the thought alone excited me further.

Her plump ass and breasts flattened against the sheets only fueled my lust more.

I laid her flat, lifted her legs slightly, and started the piston motion again.

By then, she'd regained some awareness. Shaking with returning pleasure, instinctively, she grabbed her own ankles.

"Ah... hnn... I'm so weak now... but it feels too good... I can't stop... hnnn..."

Then, suddenly, orgasm hit her in an instant.

"AAAAH!"

Her legs trembled from feet to thighs—but somehow, she didn't let go.

"Baby... hik... stop... I already came... I feel like I'm dying..."

My cock, swimming in her thoroughly soaked pussy, was slowly heating up.

"I think I'm gonna cum. What should I do?"

"I'll take it in my mouth... give it to me fast... suck it dry."

She cupped her full breasts together.

Ideally, lube would've made it stronger—but we were both drenched in sweat and her juices anyway.

Sliding between those soft, full mounds was so stimulating, I hovered on the edge of climax, nearly losing my mind.

Then she took the spurting tip into her mouth and started sucking hard—slurp, slurp—her play pushed me over.

"Uuugh!"

With a final, guttural cry, I shot thick streams of cum deep into her mouth.

"Ah... I came all the way down your throat..."

We held each other, feeling our warmth, caressing—then dove into round two. We fucked for three hours straight.

"What are you doing today?"

"Working late. This damn editor. You?"

"Jerked off thinking about you... but it's not the same as you. Haha."

Lately, I've been texting her regularly. It's been pretty fun.