She came into my arms and tilted her face up to be kissed. I held her against myself, our bodies molded together, and kissed her hard. Our tongues became entwined and I struggled to part her other lips and enter her again.

Soon we were on the bed, coupled at both ends. I was thrusting into her as hard and fast as I could, and kissing her hard. She was meeting my thrusts eagerly. Our initial pace was unsustainable, and we slowed until we were able to fuck comfortably.

She cried out each time I forced my cock into her. She clenched her fists, grasping the duvet on the bed, thrashing her head from side to side and clenched her pussy on my shaft to increase our mutual pleasure. When her orgasm approached she bit my shoulder and asked if I was ready for her to come. I said, “Yes! I want you to come as soon as you can! I want to give you as much pleasure as I can. I want you to come, now!” I increased the speed and depth of my thrusts to bring her to orgasm as quickly as I could.

We both came screaming, and grunting, and gasping for breath. We were spent. We stayed on the bed coupled. I was on top of her panting and gasping for breath as I slowly thrust my softening cock into her come filled pussy.

When she said she was getting stiff under me, we rearranged ourselves so that we were coupled in a more comfortable position, which allowed us both to rest while we continued to copulate leisurely. I was softening but the pleasure was still too great to forgo. We continued to fuck slowly as we wound down from our shattering orgasms.

It seemed we couldn’t get enough of each other. I would fuck her energetically then we’d sleep for a short time until one of us awakened and I’d fuck her again. We continued that pattern through the night and well into the next morning. We got very little rest, but a lot of pleasure.