want, Anna," he whispered, his voice a rough, primal growl in the silent, evening-lit house.
"You," I answered, pushing my pussy against his hand, willing him to touch me.
He rewarded me with a single fingertip slipping between my nether lips.
"Tell me more. What else do you want?"
I bent my head down to rasp my answer in his ear, "Put your finger inside me. Make me come, Jeff."
He growled, a rolling animal sound of hunger. His finger dipped in, sought my juices and slathered them over my soft folds, finding the hard nub of my clit and softly swiping around it. I moaned and rolled with his moving finger, pushing my breasts against his bare chest.
"Yes, just like that," I said, "two fingers, now. Yes, god yes. Faster."
He obeyed my commands, moving faster until I almost couldn't stand it.
"Slower, slower. Slow down." I let myself fade away from the ragged edge of orgasm, until his fingers were barely moving against me. "Faster, not so hard. Soft. Yes, just like that. Oh, god, Jeff. I love the way you touch me."
Climax rose slowly, this time. I let it build gradually. My arms were starting to tingle over my head, but I ignored it.
"Put your mouth on my tits," I said. "Suck my nipples."
"Yes," was his only response.
His lips found one nipple, then the other, his fingers circling my clit. I opened my mouth to tell him to slow down, but then climax hit me without warning, gushing through me, ripping the strength from my knees. I collapsed, shuddering, and only Jeff's hand held me aloft.
Jeff's knee nudged my thighs apart, and I forced myself upright on trembling legs. I felt his hard tip brush against my thigh as he crouched and rose up. Gently, slowly, carefully, he guided himself into me. When our hips bumped and his cock filled me, I felt my legs go limp again, and I was held up by him, by his hands around my wrists and his cock within me.
I curled over him, my face against his shoulder, bit his salty skin. He gasped at the sharp nip, and then thrust into me, once, hard, and my whimper of pleased shock was muffled by his flesh. I was lifted up onto my toes, and then he was fading out and plunging back in, pressed back against the door by the power of his body coursing against mine. I let my weight fall against him, trusting his strength. The climax, still rocking through me, redoubled, inundating me with searing ecstasy. I let my voice rise in volume, giving in to the pleasure, shrieking and gasping as he began to drive into me with ever greater force.
His hand released mine and I wrapped my arms around his neck, clinging to him. He slid his hands beneath my ass and lifted me. I wrapped one leg around his waist, and he held it there, rocking up on his toes to crush ever deeper.
"Jeff..." I could only gasp his name as the waves of orgasm trebled in intensity, each crest indecipherable from the one before or behind. I squeezed my eyes shut and rode the climax, gasping with each surge of his body against me, the pitch of my voice rising until I was screaming unabashedly, back arched, face thrown to the ceiling, hips gyrating madly.
I felt him come, heard his bellow. His cock throbbed, pulsed, and released a flood of seed within me, hot and washing through me. His face buried in my breasts, he groaned as he came again, and again, moving his body into me in sinuous thrusts.
I hadn't thought I could come any harder without breaking apart at the seams, and yet I did, feeling him spasm and arch into me, feeling him lose himself in me.
"God, I love you," I whispered in the silence between our breaths.
"You're my eternity, Anna."
Tears dripped from me, a sudden rush of hot salt burning my cheeks. "Fuck. You've gone and made me cry after sex again."
"Good tears?"
"Good tears."
"Cry if you want. Doesn't bother me." He let me down, pulled out, and we lay on the couch, pulling a hand-knit afghan over us.
I was messy, and I didn't care. "I've cried so much lately. I don't know what it
"You," I answered, pushing my pussy against his hand, willing him to touch me.
He rewarded me with a single fingertip slipping between my nether lips.
"Tell me more. What else do you want?"
I bent my head down to rasp my answer in his ear, "Put your finger inside me. Make me come, Jeff."
He growled, a rolling animal sound of hunger. His finger dipped in, sought my juices and slathered them over my soft folds, finding the hard nub of my clit and softly swiping around it. I moaned and rolled with his moving finger, pushing my breasts against his bare chest.
"Yes, just like that," I said, "two fingers, now. Yes, god yes. Faster."
He obeyed my commands, moving faster until I almost couldn't stand it.
"Slower, slower. Slow down." I let myself fade away from the ragged edge of orgasm, until his fingers were barely moving against me. "Faster, not so hard. Soft. Yes, just like that. Oh, god, Jeff. I love the way you touch me."
Climax rose slowly, this time. I let it build gradually. My arms were starting to tingle over my head, but I ignored it.
"Put your mouth on my tits," I said. "Suck my nipples."
"Yes," was his only response.
His lips found one nipple, then the other, his fingers circling my clit. I opened my mouth to tell him to slow down, but then climax hit me without warning, gushing through me, ripping the strength from my knees. I collapsed, shuddering, and only Jeff's hand held me aloft.
Jeff's knee nudged my thighs apart, and I forced myself upright on trembling legs. I felt his hard tip brush against my thigh as he crouched and rose up. Gently, slowly, carefully, he guided himself into me. When our hips bumped and his cock filled me, I felt my legs go limp again, and I was held up by him, by his hands around my wrists and his cock within me.
I curled over him, my face against his shoulder, bit his salty skin. He gasped at the sharp nip, and then thrust into me, once, hard, and my whimper of pleased shock was muffled by his flesh. I was lifted up onto my toes, and then he was fading out and plunging back in, pressed back against the door by the power of his body coursing against mine. I let my weight fall against him, trusting his strength. The climax, still rocking through me, redoubled, inundating me with searing ecstasy. I let my voice rise in volume, giving in to the pleasure, shrieking and gasping as he began to drive into me with ever greater force.
His hand released mine and I wrapped my arms around his neck, clinging to him. He slid his hands beneath my ass and lifted me. I wrapped one leg around his waist, and he held it there, rocking up on his toes to crush ever deeper.
"Jeff..." I could only gasp his name as the waves of orgasm trebled in intensity, each crest indecipherable from the one before or behind. I squeezed my eyes shut and rode the climax, gasping with each surge of his body against me, the pitch of my voice rising until I was screaming unabashedly, back arched, face thrown to the ceiling, hips gyrating madly.
I felt him come, heard his bellow. His cock throbbed, pulsed, and released a flood of seed within me, hot and washing through me. His face buried in my breasts, he groaned as he came again, and again, moving his body into me in sinuous thrusts.
I hadn't thought I could come any harder without breaking apart at the seams, and yet I did, feeling him spasm and arch into me, feeling him lose himself in me.
"God, I love you," I whispered in the silence between our breaths.
"You're my eternity, Anna."
Tears dripped from me, a sudden rush of hot salt burning my cheeks. "Fuck. You've gone and made me cry after sex again."
"Good tears?"
"Good tears."
"Cry if you want. Doesn't bother me." He let me down, pulled out, and we lay on the couch, pulling a hand-knit afghan over us.
I was messy, and I didn't care. "I've cried so much lately. I don't know what it
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