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April 17, 2013 (x).
She couldn’t help the broken-off giggle prefacing the words stumbling out of her mouth. “D-don’t get carried — oh, godddddddds — carried away.” The end of the sentence turned into a heartfelt groan as she arched her back, and there, right there please there — “Robert!” The climax shook her like a rag doll, waves rocking the muscles.
His voice joined hers for a moment before it choked out totally, his whole body too tense to allow his voice to work properly. Short, jerking pumps were all he had before he finally collapsed on her, having to work to catch his breath. “Oh holy hell Summer…” He hadn’t even recovered enough to realise what he’d just done inside of her…
Summer lay under his weight — sweet weight — eyes closed and relearning how to breathe. One hand came up to tangle in his hair. Every nerve felt wide awake and sharp-sensitive, quivering at the slightest touch or motion. She made little moans with every breath, high and short and almost pleading. “Gods, Robert,” she finally managed to whisper. “You are so gloriously perfect.”
Just enough of her mind remained to respond, “It’s been that long,” and then he rocked back into her, and that wiped thinking away again. One hand tangled in his hair. “Rob, oh Rob … ” she moaned. She brought the other knee up, and that changed the sensation just enough that she cried out, pelvic muscles locking tight.
“Fu~ck…Summer, so good…” He felt her lock down on him and pushed harder through it. He’d wanted to draw it out but now all he could think of was how good it would feel to cum inside her. He kissed up her neck slowly, panting into her ear as he reached down, lifting her hips a bit to change the angle, letting her feel as many sensations as he could as he pounded into her fast and hard. “Baby I think I love you…” He husked out.
She couldn’t help the broken-off giggle prefacing the words stumbling out of her mouth. “D-don’t get carried — oh, godddddddds — carried away.” The end of the sentence turned into a heartfelt groan as she arched her back, and there, right there please there — “Robert!” The climax shook her like a rag doll, waves rocking the muscles.
He kissed her, much more gentle than he really wanted to be. He was normally quite wild, but it was new for her, and she didn’t like it rough from what he could tell. “Just relax Summer, if it does hurt, it’ll only last a bit.” He kissed her again, more passionately, as he worked himself into her. He moaned against her lips. God she was so tight, he worried he just wouldn’t fit. She didn’t seem to be in any more pain than the stretching would cause though, so he pushed up and began to palm one of her breasts to distract her and keep her relaxed. “How’s that…?”
“Don’t stop, /please/ don’t stop,” Summer pleaded. Instinctively she hooked a knee over his hip, opening herself wider. The farther he pressed, the more she begged, until the words turned incoherent and the only thing that came clear was his name, over and over.
He wondered at her reaction; if she were that sensitive, wouldn’t he hurt her? But…she was begging for it…He would just pay attention. He pumped into her slow and hard, his face buried in his neck as he panted against her. “God Summer…you feel so….nnnh so tight…” He shuddered against her as he felt her pulsing around him. This wasn’t going to last nearly as long as he wanted, at this rate.
Just enough of her mind remained to respond, “It’s been that long,” and then he rocked back into her, and that wiped thinking away again. One hand tangled in his hair. “Rob, oh Rob … ” she moaned. She brought the other knee up, and that changed the sensation just enough that she cried out, pelvic muscles locking tight.
He wrapped his arms around her. He was hesitant still; he didn’t know if she knew what she was doing. But, well, hormones took over. He pulled her close against him and gripped her ass. He broke from the kiss just long enough to speak. “I won’t let you down, Summer.” He bucked up against her, growling quietly as he leaned up to bite at her neck, testing how hard she’d like it.
It was a halfhearted ‘ow,’ at best, distracted as she was by the way their bodies pressed together. “Robert,” she muttered, softly. One hand traced at his chest, a little shyly seeking his nipples. Hazily, she told him, “Don’t like pain.”
“Sorry love.” He kissed the spot lightly, trying to soothe it. “Won’t happen again.” His kisses travelled up her neck, his face stayed buried there as his hips rolled against her, moaning and jerking a bit as he felt his tip almost slide inside of her. “Fuck…baby you ready for this?” he whispered in her ear, reaching between them to guide his length, rubbing along her slit.
Summer closed her eyes, trying to hide the touch of fear from him. “Don’t tease,” she said sturdily, instead, one hand stroking at his hair and the other tracing the muscles in his back. She wasn’t going to satisfy him (how could she, with so little experience compared to his?), but maybe he’d still want to keep her around anyway. She squirmed, body actually aching for him. “Please, Rob.”
He kissed her, much more gentle than he really wanted to be. He was normally quite wild, but it was new for her, and she didn’t like it rough from what he could tell. “Just relax Summer, if it does hurt, it’ll only last a bit.” He kissed her again, more passionately, as he worked himself into her. He moaned against her lips. God she was so tight, he worried he just wouldn’t fit. She didn’t seem to be in any more pain than the stretching would cause though, so he pushed up and began to palm one of her breasts to distract her and keep her relaxed. “How’s that…?”
“Don’t stop, /please/ don’t stop,” Summer pleaded. Instinctively she hooked a knee over his hip, opening herself wider. The farther he pressed, the more she begged, until the words turned incoherent and the only thing that came clear was his name, over and over.
He wrapped his arms around her. He was hesitant still; he didn’t know if she knew what she was doing. But, well, hormones took over. He pulled her close against him and gripped her ass. He broke from the kiss just long enough to speak. “I won’t let you down, Summer.” He bucked up against her, growling quietly as he leaned up to bite at her neck, testing how hard she’d like it.
It was a halfhearted ‘ow,’ at best, distracted as she was by the way their bodies pressed together. “Robert,” she muttered, softly. One hand traced at his chest, a little shyly seeking his nipples. Hazily, she told him, “Don’t like pain.”
“Sorry love.” He kissed the spot lightly, trying to soothe it. “Won’t happen again.” His kisses travelled up her neck, his face stayed buried there as his hips rolled against her, moaning and jerking a bit as he felt his tip almost slide inside of her. “Fuck…baby you ready for this?” he whispered in her ear, reaching between them to guide his length, rubbing along her slit.
Summer closed her eyes, trying to hide the touch of fear from him. “Don’t tease,” she said sturdily, instead, one hand stroking at his hair and the other tracing the muscles in his back. She wasn’t going to satisfy him (how could she, with so little experience compared to his?), but maybe he’d still want to keep her around anyway. She squirmed, body actually aching for him. “Please, Rob.”
He shook his head and smiled. “Summer, I want you so bad it hurts. I just don’t have any condoms…” He bit his lip as he looked at her. God she was beautiful… “It’s up to you, though…if you want to risk it…”
Instinct revolted at that. “If it was only maybe getting pregnant I wouldn’t worry,” she whispered. Embarrassment turned her face red, and she could not look at him. “But there are other things … I know I’m not the only girl you’ve been with. I can’t … I just … I can’t, Robert.”
“Not just girls,” he muttered as a joke, but sighed, seeing it fall on deaf ears. “Hey, I’d never risk getting you sick. If I had anything I wouldn’t let you touch me without protection.” He reached down to turn her face so he could look at her. “Summer…Like I said, it’s up to you. I really like you, you know…” He smiled, his own face burning red. He wasn’t used to being so frank. “I’d never do anything to hurt you, or put you in danger; and it’s alright if you say no.”
She flopped flat on the bed again, blowing a sigh out. “You’re gonna be mad at me for this,” she muttered. “Why? Why me? No, the hell with that.” She sat up, grabbed his shoulders and pushed him down to the bed. “I’m trusting you,” Summer told him, and then kissed him hard so he couldn’t reply.
He wrapped his arms around her. He was hesitant still; he didn’t know if she knew what she was doing. But, well, hormones took over. He pulled her close against him and gripped her ass. He broke from the kiss just long enough to speak. “I won’t let you down, Summer.” He bucked up against her, growling quietly as he leaned up to bite at her neck, testing how hard she’d like it.
It was a halfhearted ‘ow,’ at best, distracted as she was by the way their bodies pressed together. “Robert,” she muttered, softly. One hand traced at his chest, a little shyly seeking his nipples. Hazily, she told him, “Don’t like pain.”
He shook his head and smiled. “Summer, I want you so bad it hurts. I just don’t have any condoms…” He bit his lip as he looked at her. God she was beautiful… “It’s up to you, though…if you want to risk it…”
Instinct revolted at that. “If it was only maybe getting pregnant I wouldn’t worry,” she whispered. Embarrassment turned her face red, and she could not look at him. “But there are other things … I know I’m not the only girl you’ve been with. I can’t … I just … I can’t, Robert.”
“Not just girls,” he muttered as a joke, but sighed, seeing it fall on deaf ears. “Hey, I’d never risk getting you sick. If I had anything I wouldn’t let you touch me without protection.” He reached down to turn her face so he could look at her. “Summer…Like I said, it’s up to you. I really like you, you know…” He smiled, his own face burning red. He wasn’t used to being so frank. “I’d never do anything to hurt you, or put you in danger; and it’s alright if you say no.”
She flopped flat on the bed again, blowing a sigh out. “You’re gonna be mad at me for this,” she muttered. “Why? Why me? No, the hell with that.” She sat up, grabbed his shoulders and pushed him down to the bed. “I’m trusting you,” Summer told him, and then kissed him hard so he couldn’t reply.