Page 10 of Big Girls Do It Wetter

The climax rose, brought from a small flutter to a sudden hot impending pressure, a kind of crushing need in my belly, deep inside me. This was like nothing I'd ever experienced. He took his time, pulsing into me, building up to the peak in steady blocks of pleasure, backing away from the edge each time, but not enough to allow us to slip back down and lose the burning need for release.

I couldn't have said how long he'd been above me, tireless and supporting his weight so no part of him rested on me. Minutes? Days? I didn't know, and didn't care. The unhurried pace was delicious, each stroke filling me completely, each thrust delivering wondrous pleasure throughout me.

I knew, when climax came, it would be blinding in its intensity, would carry on for an eternity. I had no doubt he would bring me there, in his own time, and I was perfectly content to let him take me there in his own time.

Slow strokes, deep and gentle, were replaced by longer, harder thrusts, after a time. I wrapped my legs around his ass again, pulled him against me at each thrust.

He wrapped an arm around my leg, and then the other, and he was supporting his weight on my legs, kneeling above me, driving so deep, deeper than I'd ever been taken, so perfectly, incredibly deep, I thought perhaps he might lose himself inside me, and it struck me that perhaps this was exactly his desire, to bury himself within me and never leave.

In that moment, I wouldn't have argued.

The climax erupted, then, with my legs near his chest, held by his arms. It wasn't a sudden detonation, it was an inevitable overwhelming flood tide, washing through me not in waves but in a gradual up-surging. Our pace increased, but imperceptibly, until he was driving into me with relentless speed, but still gentle, never pounding.

"God, yes," I whispered, my first words since we began. "More."

He released my legs and curled over me, and I wrapped my arms and legs around him, clung to him, held tight to him as he found his release, and now I came with him. It wasn't hard, or explosive, or shattering. It was an intense falling into perfection, a coming home.

When he lay next to me once more, I pillowed my head on his chest, felt his arms wrap around me, and fell into the deepest, most restful slumber of my life.

* * *

It was late evening when I woke up, facing away from Jeff, with his arm around my belly. His erection was a hard lump between my ass cheeks, and I knew by his breathing he was awake.

I'd never before woken up aroused, but in that moment I felt a rush of dampness hit my pussy and drip through me, my nipples standing on end. I pushed my ass into him, took his hand and brought it to my breast. He writhed his cock into me, caressing my breast.

I rolled to my stomach and rose up on my forearms and knees. "Take me like this," I said.

Jeff rose up to his knees behind me, palmed my ass with both hands and spread me apart, and now I felt the first touch of his tongue to my sex, an erotically slow lick up the length of my pussy, followed by another, each striking deeper, starting at my nub and moving upward to my perineum. Each swipe of his tongue had my hips bucking, had me rocking forward and back into him.

Gentle and slow and relentless and methodical, this was his way, bringing me to a gasping, whimpering climax in a puddle on the bed. Then he entered me, dipping a finger into me and following it with his cock and driving deep. I was collapsed on my face, still shuddering from the first orgasm when he drove into me, and I immediately, automatically rose back up to push back into him.

What I wanted, then, was for him to lose himself in me, to make him forget the gentility. I wanted his pleasure in me to be...rapturous, a turn around for the way he'd so carefully brought me to climax.

I rocked backwards into every thrust, moaning with each motion.

"Yes, Jeff, yes," I said, "Take me, take me hard."

"Don't wanna hurt you," he grunted.

He was moving faster now, gliding into me with his hands on my back, pulling me into him.

"You won't, I promise."

I slammed my ass into him, forcing him deeper, and again, and now he was beginning to lose control, growling low his throat, a long rumble as he pushed into me.

"Yes, yes," I gasped, "Just like this. God yes, it feels so good."

He was gripping my hips now, jerking me onto his cock, all technique abandoned, moving furiously. The explosions began, going from zero to full bore within seconds, from devouring his cock and loving it to frenzied orgasm within the space of a single thrust.

He came into me, clawing his fingers down my spine, thrusting slow and so wonderfully hard, my tits bouncing. His seed filled me, a hot jet spurting throughout me, drilled harder and deeper as he continued to climax.

I was shrieking with every thrust of his cock into me, sometimes whimpering his name, sometimes a wordless wail of ecstasy. His crushing thrusts slowed, finally, and he withdrew, pulling me down back into his arms.

"Goddamn, Anna. You make me feel so good," Jeff said, breathless.

I rolled into him, kissed him hard and full of passion. "Sogood.Sogood."

Silence, filled with our hands exploring each other's bodies, an almost idle survey of skin.