Crash Into Me, Chapter 9
Hey everyone, sorry for the long wait! People are still reading this, aren't they?
Anyway, there are a few more chapters left to this, but
viper209n and I have more in store for you. For now, here's the ninth chapter of the smutfest that is Crash Into Me.
She closed the door behind her, locking it in the process, still giggling quietly. Bathed in moonlight, she led Sandy up the few steps that led to their suite, pulling him towards the bathroom. Dropping his hand, she dimmed the overhead lights and stepped into the shower, warm water running all over her body.
Sandy's heart jumped at the sound of his wife's laughter; it always did. He took no time in joining her in their shower. He let the warm water run over him. He grabbed Kirsten and held her close to him. He hugged her tightly while still looking down at her.
Kirsten wrapped her arms around Sandy's body, leaning into him as they embraced each other under the steady fall of water. She had always liked it whenever they took showers together, it was a treat.
They stood that way for a while longer, just holding on to each other as if they were dancing to slow music. Her head was against his chest, which was slippery with the water flowing over them, and her arms remained locked around his middle. She lifted her head to look up at Sandy and gave him a small smile that said it all.
Sandy looked down at Kirsten and couldn't help but smile back at her. His smile increased as he simply looked deep into her eyes. His head fell and he embraced her in a tender yet passionate kiss.
Kirsten closed her eyes against the water and kissed him back slowly. It was not rushed and sloppy like it was earlier, but it still matched the same passion, nearly taking her breath away.
Her hands languorously traveled up and down his back, doing so with ease as his skin was also slippery back there. She continued to return his slow kiss for a while longer, before she pulled back and grinned again. "Will you do my back?" She asked quietly. "I'll do yours later."
Sandy smiled at his wife. "Of course." He answered. He grabbed the bath sponge and squirted some shower gel onto it. He lathered it and began running his hand down her back. His other hand gathered her hair and pulled it out of the way. He gently scrubbed her back clean with leaving occasional kisses on his wife.
Kirsten closed her eyes contentedly as he scrubbed her back clean. This was another one of the reasons why she loved taking showers together with Sandy. She smiled at every kiss he left on her body.
She turned around to face him once he was done, giving him a small kiss on the lips to thank him. Quietly, she took the sponge from him. "Okay, turn around." Kirsten said, while putting more of the shower gel on the sponge.
"Ooh. No problem." He replied. He waited patiently as she lathered the soap, eager to be scrubbed down.
She placed her free hand on his shoulder, while the other one ran up and down his back as she scrubbed him clean. The sponge covered his entire back with the foamy substance, covering every detail of him that she knew well.
"You're awfully quiet." Kirsten noted, pressing a kiss to the back of his neck while she worked in even strokes. Done with his back, she made him turn around and began working the sponge on his chest, her head bowed down.
"That feels really good." Sandy explained. "Really good." He murmured as he turned around. Who knew a simple thing such as being given a bath could feel so good?
She smiled, pleased. Once she was finished with his chest, she moved to replace the sponge before she tugged Sandy under the shower head, letting the water wash the soap off their bodies. Kirsten had her eyes closed, enjoying the water on her skin, while her hands held Sandy's in a soft, yet firm grip.
Sandy followed her into the spray of the shower head. His head dropped once more to find her lips with his. He pecked her lips before pulling back.
Kirsten's eyes were heavy lidded as she opened them to look at Sandy after he pulled away. She gave him another lazy smile, pushing her damp hair away from her face and doing the same to the hair on his forehead.
The water was getting cold, and Kirsten shivered involuntarily. She hated it when that happened. Goosebumps formed on her skin at the sudden change of temperature. "Sandy, water's getting cold." Kirsten informed him unnecessarily, looking reluctant.
Sandy looked up at the shower head and watched the water pour out of it. "Well, how about I warm you up?" He said looking down at her. His hands moved to her waist and he pulled her closer. His mouth kissed hers and his tongue asked for entrance.
Kirsten pulled away before she could let herself get carried away in his kisses again. "No. I mean, really, really cold." She insisted with a frown, feeling another shiver run down her spine the moment after she uttered those words.
She felt like she disappointed Sandy, and letting him down was not something she like doing. But she couldn't help but get cold too easily. Her husband was more immune to it, having lived in New York City for a while.
Sandy smiled at his wife. "Okay." He said relenting. He turned the water off. His hands went into her hair and he gently squeezed some of the water out of the blonde locks.
Sandy reached out of the shower and grabbed a towel and wrapped Kirsten in it. He then got himself one and wrapped it around his waist. He then slid the door of the shower open and stepped out. Sandy offered his hand to his wife like a gentleman.
Kirsten couldn't help but smile a little. She was denying him what they both wanted just because she couldn't tolerate the cold, but he was still being a gentleman, squeezing excess water from her hair and wrapping her up snugly in a towel.
"Thanks honey." She said quietly, feeling warmth spread through her with the help of the towel. "Maybe you can warm me up in bed?" Kirsten suggested, a little part of her still feeling bad, which made her want to make it up to him all the more. She leaned up and initiated another kiss, probing her tongue into his mouth. She wasn't going to be the one to break it off this time.
Sandy smiled at this invitation. He eagerly accepted her kiss. "Sure." He mumbled against her mouth. He turned their bodies to walk toward the bathroom door, keeping the lips locked. He reached to open the door to walk out of it but was overcome with to much passion to realize how close they were to the door. He ended up pressing Kirsten up to the door with his body and continued their kiss.
Her back arched into him as it hit something hard - the bathroom door that led to their bedroom. Kirsten was a little surprised when he continued to pin her against it, although the thought of it stirred excitement within her.
"Sandy..." She managed to murmur despite their lips remaining locked. "This isn't bed." Her mind clouded over with pleasure, and suddenly, she didn't care anymore. Kirsten's hands found their way to the towel around his waist, deftly working to loosen it until it fell to the floor in a heap.
"Mm. Okay." Sandy mumbled into Kirsten's mouth, barely even noticing the lack of a towel. He kept his eyes closed and his lips tightly to hers as he hooked his hands around her legs. He pulled her up so he could hold her. As they continued kissing, he opened the door and walked briskly but carefully to their bed. He tossed Kirsten onto it and smiled down at her angelic form.
Too caught up in the kiss, Kirsten was surprised when their lips separated as he tossed her down onto the bed, her body bouncing once before she firmly landed on the duvet. The impact caused her towel to fall open, which was probably why Sandy was looking at her with a smile on his face.
She blushed furiously, though he could not see it in the dim lights of their bedroom. The scrutiny never failed to make her heart race, wondering what he was thinking when he looked her over, especially when she was not wearing anything.
Sandy was immediately on her again. His hands wandered over her body, his mouth kissed her mouth sensually. He broke away for a split second. "My gosh, you're beautiful." He managed to get out before he kissed her again.
Kirsten didn't answer to his compliment. Instead, she returned Sandy's kiss passionately, mirroring the same pace of sensuality he set. There was a light, almost playful nature in how she kissed him back, her movements not hurried, her tongue brushing against his lips just enough to tease.
She pulled back and looked at him with dilated eyes. Make love to me, Sandy, they seemed to say as she pierced him with her bright-eyed stare. Slowly, Kirsten pulled him back down to her and kissed him all over again.
Sandy looked into his wife's eyes and saw the message they held. He breathed in deeply before her lips assaulted his. He held her legs again and pushed her farther up the bed. He deepened the kiss as his hands pushed her legs apart. His hands slowly stroked her inner thighs as he equally tenderly rubbed his groin against hers.
Kirsten moaned softly, letting Sandy swallow her moans as she continued to kiss him. She arched her back, her chest pressing against his as her breath hitched at the feel of him pressing against her. She raised her hips opened her legs further, offering herself to him, coaxing him to make love to her like what she wanted.
Sandy's mouth moved to Kirsten's neck and kissed and sucked at her skin for a few moments. He then moved his mouth back to her own and embraced her again in a kiss. He positioned himself perfectly and then broke their kiss again.
"I love you." He whispered to her not even opening his eyes. Immediately after saying this, his lips covered hers again and he slid gently and tantalizingly slow into her.
A moan of delighted relief escaped Kirsten's lips as they finally joined as one. She appreciated the slow pace, feeling the affection in every thrust that sent Sandy further inside her. Her lips remained connected to her husband's in a kiss broken by small gasps and low moans.
The pace was sweet torture, making Kirsten's heart race every second. She wrapped her legs around him, locking him in that position as he descended further. She felt a sense of completeness having him like that.
Sandy made sure to make every thrust deep and slow, knowing what that look in Kirsten's eyes had meant. His chest dropped slightly to rub against hers as they moved. He kept himself up with one arm as the other hand moved to her waist, helping him penetrate deeply. He smiled as she wrapped her legs around his waist.
Kirsten responded to Sandy's thrusts with gentle bucks of her hips, making her lower half rise off the bed every time she did. She called out his name with her lips still pressed to hers, conveying her evident pleasure. The feeling of completeness he gave her was incredible beyond words.
Her breath gradually became ragged as she felt herself approaching her climax. Kirsten held on to Sandy as both their bodies moved, gripping his shoulders tightly before her hands slid down to touch every inch of skin that she could. Her movements speeded up considerably, uncontrollable, caught up in the intense feelings rushing through her, while her kisses turned more urgent, more demanding, her back arching again into him.
Sandy could feel that his wife was close. He was too. He increased his pace slightly although it would still be considered slow. His lips broke away from hers. His breathing was labored and he moaned her name breathlessly. His mouth moved to her neck where his warm breath tickled her neck before his lips kissed her flesh, lightly sucking on the most sensitive parts.
The quickened pace, along with the feel of his lips sucking on her neck tipped Kirsten right off the edge. Her fingernails made marks on his back as she gripped him tightly. Suddenly, she let out a cry as she came powerfully, crying out Sandy's name out loud, knowing they were alone. Her body entire was overcome with powerful spasms while his body continued to move inside of her, no doubt helping him reach his apex as well.
With beads of sweat forming on her forehead, Kirsten whimpered as she thrashed about beneath him, feeling another wave of pleasure stir within her even when she wasn't completely done with her first yet. A second one. "Sandy, oh, please." She moaned desperately, bucking her hips wildly into him, connecting them deeper. Her breathing was beginning to shorten again. "Please."
Sandy was really losing his breath by now. His mouth left her neck and conveyed his pleasure. He was nearing his climax quickly but as soon as he was about to let go, he felt Kirsten's insides change. It seemed one wasn't enough.
As her pleas registered in his mind Sandy smiled wickedly and thought of other things to help him keep control. He moved inside of her powerfully. He moved her legs to help him penetrate deeper. His eyes were alive with passion and purpose. He concentrated on the task at hand. He didn't even think he was breathing.
Kirsten's hands left Sandy's body. Instead, her fingers clutched at the sheets until her knuckles turned white, while her head moved from side to side, her eyes remained shut tightly and her teeth gritted. Eventually, she gave up on holding back a scream and allowed herself to do so, screaming out his name repeatedly.
Intense wasn't even the best word to describe their lovemaking. It was so much more than that. She opened her dilated eyes and looked at Sandy, her breath coming out in short puffs. "Faster." She begged, aching for the release both her body and Sandy didn't seem to give her yet. She continued to moan, knowing that the sound of her voice alone was enough to drive her husband crazy.
Sandy looked into his wife's eyes and heard her words. His eyes closed as he followed her instructions and made his motions faster. He moved in and out of her quickly and deeply. He withdrew himself until only the tip of him was left and then he would slam himself back into her.
Kirsten felt the familiar stirrings in her stomach, which only intensified when he slammed into her body again. He was in so deep that it felt beyond incredible, like she was made for him. She was definitely not going to be able to walk straight once this was all over.
She opened her thighs, accommodating more of him than she was able to earlier while he continued moving in and out of her. She gasped repeatedly for breath, before she roughly pulled his head to hers and kissed him heatedly. Then, with another high-pitched cry, she exploded.
Sandy kept up his pace until he felt his wife's body have the desired reaction. He didn't allow himself the luxury until he knew that she was satisfied. He kept moving as she reached her high.
The tremors that rocked Kirsten's body slowly faded away as she came down from her high, breathless, satisfied, glowing. She opened her eyes again to look appreciatively at her husband, loving how he always put her first before his own self. It was his turn.
Kirsten moved her hands down there while her kiss moved up his jaw line and into his ear. Her palms danced lightly over the spot where they were entwined, then her fingers found their way around him. She touched him softly at first, before her touches hardened, coaxing him to let go for her.
Sandy felt Kirsten's hands on him and knew what she was telling him. He buried his face in her neck and groaned loudly as he came finally. His breathing was erratic as he tried to calm it. He managed to leave a small kiss on her neck.
Kirsten held him against her chest, moaning softly along as her body also experienced the pleasure that was rushing through him. She could feel him shaking in her arms for several moments until it was all over.
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Anyway, there are a few more chapters left to this, but
viper209n and I have more in store for you. For now, here's the ninth chapter of the smutfest that is Crash Into Me.
She closed the door behind her, locking it in the process, still giggling quietly. Bathed in moonlight, she led Sandy up the few steps that led to their suite, pulling him towards the bathroom. Dropping his hand, she dimmed the overhead lights and stepped into the shower, warm water running all over her body.
Sandy's heart jumped at the sound of his wife's laughter; it always did. He took no time in joining her in their shower. He let the warm water run over him. He grabbed Kirsten and held her close to him. He hugged her tightly while still looking down at her.
Kirsten wrapped her arms around Sandy's body, leaning into him as they embraced each other under the steady fall of water. She had always liked it whenever they took showers together, it was a treat.
They stood that way for a while longer, just holding on to each other as if they were dancing to slow music. Her head was against his chest, which was slippery with the water flowing over them, and her arms remained locked around his middle. She lifted her head to look up at Sandy and gave him a small smile that said it all.
Sandy looked down at Kirsten and couldn't help but smile back at her. His smile increased as he simply looked deep into her eyes. His head fell and he embraced her in a tender yet passionate kiss.
Kirsten closed her eyes against the water and kissed him back slowly. It was not rushed and sloppy like it was earlier, but it still matched the same passion, nearly taking her breath away.
Her hands languorously traveled up and down his back, doing so with ease as his skin was also slippery back there. She continued to return his slow kiss for a while longer, before she pulled back and grinned again. "Will you do my back?" She asked quietly. "I'll do yours later."
Sandy smiled at his wife. "Of course." He answered. He grabbed the bath sponge and squirted some shower gel onto it. He lathered it and began running his hand down her back. His other hand gathered her hair and pulled it out of the way. He gently scrubbed her back clean with leaving occasional kisses on his wife.
Kirsten closed her eyes contentedly as he scrubbed her back clean. This was another one of the reasons why she loved taking showers together with Sandy. She smiled at every kiss he left on her body.
She turned around to face him once he was done, giving him a small kiss on the lips to thank him. Quietly, she took the sponge from him. "Okay, turn around." Kirsten said, while putting more of the shower gel on the sponge.
"Ooh. No problem." He replied. He waited patiently as she lathered the soap, eager to be scrubbed down.
She placed her free hand on his shoulder, while the other one ran up and down his back as she scrubbed him clean. The sponge covered his entire back with the foamy substance, covering every detail of him that she knew well.
"You're awfully quiet." Kirsten noted, pressing a kiss to the back of his neck while she worked in even strokes. Done with his back, she made him turn around and began working the sponge on his chest, her head bowed down.
"That feels really good." Sandy explained. "Really good." He murmured as he turned around. Who knew a simple thing such as being given a bath could feel so good?
She smiled, pleased. Once she was finished with his chest, she moved to replace the sponge before she tugged Sandy under the shower head, letting the water wash the soap off their bodies. Kirsten had her eyes closed, enjoying the water on her skin, while her hands held Sandy's in a soft, yet firm grip.
Sandy followed her into the spray of the shower head. His head dropped once more to find her lips with his. He pecked her lips before pulling back.
Kirsten's eyes were heavy lidded as she opened them to look at Sandy after he pulled away. She gave him another lazy smile, pushing her damp hair away from her face and doing the same to the hair on his forehead.
The water was getting cold, and Kirsten shivered involuntarily. She hated it when that happened. Goosebumps formed on her skin at the sudden change of temperature. "Sandy, water's getting cold." Kirsten informed him unnecessarily, looking reluctant.
Sandy looked up at the shower head and watched the water pour out of it. "Well, how about I warm you up?" He said looking down at her. His hands moved to her waist and he pulled her closer. His mouth kissed hers and his tongue asked for entrance.
Kirsten pulled away before she could let herself get carried away in his kisses again. "No. I mean, really, really cold." She insisted with a frown, feeling another shiver run down her spine the moment after she uttered those words.
She felt like she disappointed Sandy, and letting him down was not something she like doing. But she couldn't help but get cold too easily. Her husband was more immune to it, having lived in New York City for a while.
Sandy smiled at his wife. "Okay." He said relenting. He turned the water off. His hands went into her hair and he gently squeezed some of the water out of the blonde locks.
Sandy reached out of the shower and grabbed a towel and wrapped Kirsten in it. He then got himself one and wrapped it around his waist. He then slid the door of the shower open and stepped out. Sandy offered his hand to his wife like a gentleman.
Kirsten couldn't help but smile a little. She was denying him what they both wanted just because she couldn't tolerate the cold, but he was still being a gentleman, squeezing excess water from her hair and wrapping her up snugly in a towel.
"Thanks honey." She said quietly, feeling warmth spread through her with the help of the towel. "Maybe you can warm me up in bed?" Kirsten suggested, a little part of her still feeling bad, which made her want to make it up to him all the more. She leaned up and initiated another kiss, probing her tongue into his mouth. She wasn't going to be the one to break it off this time.
Sandy smiled at this invitation. He eagerly accepted her kiss. "Sure." He mumbled against her mouth. He turned their bodies to walk toward the bathroom door, keeping the lips locked. He reached to open the door to walk out of it but was overcome with to much passion to realize how close they were to the door. He ended up pressing Kirsten up to the door with his body and continued their kiss.
Her back arched into him as it hit something hard - the bathroom door that led to their bedroom. Kirsten was a little surprised when he continued to pin her against it, although the thought of it stirred excitement within her.
"Sandy..." She managed to murmur despite their lips remaining locked. "This isn't bed." Her mind clouded over with pleasure, and suddenly, she didn't care anymore. Kirsten's hands found their way to the towel around his waist, deftly working to loosen it until it fell to the floor in a heap.
"Mm. Okay." Sandy mumbled into Kirsten's mouth, barely even noticing the lack of a towel. He kept his eyes closed and his lips tightly to hers as he hooked his hands around her legs. He pulled her up so he could hold her. As they continued kissing, he opened the door and walked briskly but carefully to their bed. He tossed Kirsten onto it and smiled down at her angelic form.
Too caught up in the kiss, Kirsten was surprised when their lips separated as he tossed her down onto the bed, her body bouncing once before she firmly landed on the duvet. The impact caused her towel to fall open, which was probably why Sandy was looking at her with a smile on his face.
She blushed furiously, though he could not see it in the dim lights of their bedroom. The scrutiny never failed to make her heart race, wondering what he was thinking when he looked her over, especially when she was not wearing anything.
Sandy was immediately on her again. His hands wandered over her body, his mouth kissed her mouth sensually. He broke away for a split second. "My gosh, you're beautiful." He managed to get out before he kissed her again.
Kirsten didn't answer to his compliment. Instead, she returned Sandy's kiss passionately, mirroring the same pace of sensuality he set. There was a light, almost playful nature in how she kissed him back, her movements not hurried, her tongue brushing against his lips just enough to tease.
She pulled back and looked at him with dilated eyes. Make love to me, Sandy, they seemed to say as she pierced him with her bright-eyed stare. Slowly, Kirsten pulled him back down to her and kissed him all over again.
Sandy looked into his wife's eyes and saw the message they held. He breathed in deeply before her lips assaulted his. He held her legs again and pushed her farther up the bed. He deepened the kiss as his hands pushed her legs apart. His hands slowly stroked her inner thighs as he equally tenderly rubbed his groin against hers.
Kirsten moaned softly, letting Sandy swallow her moans as she continued to kiss him. She arched her back, her chest pressing against his as her breath hitched at the feel of him pressing against her. She raised her hips opened her legs further, offering herself to him, coaxing him to make love to her like what she wanted.
Sandy's mouth moved to Kirsten's neck and kissed and sucked at her skin for a few moments. He then moved his mouth back to her own and embraced her again in a kiss. He positioned himself perfectly and then broke their kiss again.
"I love you." He whispered to her not even opening his eyes. Immediately after saying this, his lips covered hers again and he slid gently and tantalizingly slow into her.
A moan of delighted relief escaped Kirsten's lips as they finally joined as one. She appreciated the slow pace, feeling the affection in every thrust that sent Sandy further inside her. Her lips remained connected to her husband's in a kiss broken by small gasps and low moans.
The pace was sweet torture, making Kirsten's heart race every second. She wrapped her legs around him, locking him in that position as he descended further. She felt a sense of completeness having him like that.
Sandy made sure to make every thrust deep and slow, knowing what that look in Kirsten's eyes had meant. His chest dropped slightly to rub against hers as they moved. He kept himself up with one arm as the other hand moved to her waist, helping him penetrate deeply. He smiled as she wrapped her legs around his waist.
Kirsten responded to Sandy's thrusts with gentle bucks of her hips, making her lower half rise off the bed every time she did. She called out his name with her lips still pressed to hers, conveying her evident pleasure. The feeling of completeness he gave her was incredible beyond words.
Her breath gradually became ragged as she felt herself approaching her climax. Kirsten held on to Sandy as both their bodies moved, gripping his shoulders tightly before her hands slid down to touch every inch of skin that she could. Her movements speeded up considerably, uncontrollable, caught up in the intense feelings rushing through her, while her kisses turned more urgent, more demanding, her back arching again into him.
Sandy could feel that his wife was close. He was too. He increased his pace slightly although it would still be considered slow. His lips broke away from hers. His breathing was labored and he moaned her name breathlessly. His mouth moved to her neck where his warm breath tickled her neck before his lips kissed her flesh, lightly sucking on the most sensitive parts.
The quickened pace, along with the feel of his lips sucking on her neck tipped Kirsten right off the edge. Her fingernails made marks on his back as she gripped him tightly. Suddenly, she let out a cry as she came powerfully, crying out Sandy's name out loud, knowing they were alone. Her body entire was overcome with powerful spasms while his body continued to move inside of her, no doubt helping him reach his apex as well.
With beads of sweat forming on her forehead, Kirsten whimpered as she thrashed about beneath him, feeling another wave of pleasure stir within her even when she wasn't completely done with her first yet. A second one. "Sandy, oh, please." She moaned desperately, bucking her hips wildly into him, connecting them deeper. Her breathing was beginning to shorten again. "Please."
Sandy was really losing his breath by now. His mouth left her neck and conveyed his pleasure. He was nearing his climax quickly but as soon as he was about to let go, he felt Kirsten's insides change. It seemed one wasn't enough.
As her pleas registered in his mind Sandy smiled wickedly and thought of other things to help him keep control. He moved inside of her powerfully. He moved her legs to help him penetrate deeper. His eyes were alive with passion and purpose. He concentrated on the task at hand. He didn't even think he was breathing.
Kirsten's hands left Sandy's body. Instead, her fingers clutched at the sheets until her knuckles turned white, while her head moved from side to side, her eyes remained shut tightly and her teeth gritted. Eventually, she gave up on holding back a scream and allowed herself to do so, screaming out his name repeatedly.
Intense wasn't even the best word to describe their lovemaking. It was so much more than that. She opened her dilated eyes and looked at Sandy, her breath coming out in short puffs. "Faster." She begged, aching for the release both her body and Sandy didn't seem to give her yet. She continued to moan, knowing that the sound of her voice alone was enough to drive her husband crazy.
Sandy looked into his wife's eyes and heard her words. His eyes closed as he followed her instructions and made his motions faster. He moved in and out of her quickly and deeply. He withdrew himself until only the tip of him was left and then he would slam himself back into her.
Kirsten felt the familiar stirrings in her stomach, which only intensified when he slammed into her body again. He was in so deep that it felt beyond incredible, like she was made for him. She was definitely not going to be able to walk straight once this was all over.
She opened her thighs, accommodating more of him than she was able to earlier while he continued moving in and out of her. She gasped repeatedly for breath, before she roughly pulled his head to hers and kissed him heatedly. Then, with another high-pitched cry, she exploded.
Sandy kept up his pace until he felt his wife's body have the desired reaction. He didn't allow himself the luxury until he knew that she was satisfied. He kept moving as she reached her high.
The tremors that rocked Kirsten's body slowly faded away as she came down from her high, breathless, satisfied, glowing. She opened her eyes again to look appreciatively at her husband, loving how he always put her first before his own self. It was his turn.
Kirsten moved her hands down there while her kiss moved up his jaw line and into his ear. Her palms danced lightly over the spot where they were entwined, then her fingers found their way around him. She touched him softly at first, before her touches hardened, coaxing him to let go for her.
Sandy felt Kirsten's hands on him and knew what she was telling him. He buried his face in her neck and groaned loudly as he came finally. His breathing was erratic as he tried to calm it. He managed to leave a small kiss on her neck.
Kirsten held him against her chest, moaning softly along as her body also experienced the pleasure that was rushing through him. She could feel him shaking in her arms for several moments until it was all over.
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