He pushed into her, careful at first not to hurt her, though the pressure on his dick was so intense at the entry that he nearly cried out then - he had to stop himself, not wanting to come already.
Wow...usually he is very well controlled in that way.
She stretched her upper back muscles, arching her neck as she took him in. She was very careful not to tense up her muscles there ... A moment of panting, resting, before she used her calves to continue to pull him into her.
He groaned, breathing for a moment, making sure he could go farther without coming before pressing into her, one hand kneading her thigh, the other one searching her back, her sides, her breasts.
She moaned aloud. "God, you're hung like a horse!" She looked down to see how much more he had to give, nipples stiff under his hand as his fingers played over them in their explorations.
He thumbed at one, their small hardness exciting him, her muscles around him making him pant. Well, yes, he is large, thank you much, but he can't coherently say anything at the moment so he will say thank you when he can think again.
She worked herself down his length further, groaning louder into his ear as she did. One of her hands went around the back of his neck, the other to the counter behind her. "Get ready ..." she whispered to him. For what she didn't say.
He groaned against her, thrusting into her as much as he could but conciously trying to make sure that whatever he did pleased her. Trying, because he was so far gone at this point in pleasure that it took a concentrated effort.
She, however, was not only in total control of herself, she was in contact with him. She could keep him on the cusp of climax until he went insane. Usually she didn't hold her men back that long. The one time she had ...
She pushed off the counter with her hand, trusting him to keep his balance while supporting her. She began using her arms and legs to move up and down. Not a lot, but enough to have his body work its magic on her clit, trapped between their bodies.
It was a good thing he had balance. Sex with her was akin to riding on one of the old-style wooden roller-coasters without a lap rail to hold you in. She coupled madly with him, clawing and biting and screaming, but never more than would spoil his mood. And when she finally allowed him release, the sensation was like hitting concrete at the speed of sound.
His body shuddered, and he seized her tightly as he could until, at that, he lost it, his balance and his strength and everything at once with the release.
She tried to twist them as they fell to land on her. After all, he was one prime piece of meat and she'd hate to have him hurt. It was ... tenderness, of a sort.
She made soft sounds of pleasure under him and she brought her hands up to caress his face softly, stroking it as gently as she'd ridden him roughly moments ago. She took in the musky scent of him and felt him slowly softening within her.
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She pushed off the counter with her hand, trusting him to keep his balance while supporting her. She began using her arms and legs to move up and down. Not a lot, but enough to have his body work its magic on her clit, trapped between their bodies.
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