Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 17362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 87(@200wpm)___ 69(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 87(@200wpm)___ 69(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
I pull off his belt, and help him shimmy his jeans down his legs, not wasting too much time in fussing with what’s not of concern to me. The swing glides back and forth under the weight of our movements, and I’m sure it’s only going to get more chaotic.
Still on top of him, I grind against his bare cock with my still-covered pussy, the cotton teasing him as well as me. Up and down his length, he shudders, his need so strong for me.
“You like pushing my limits, don’t you? Seeing how much I can really take before I hold you down and just fuck you.”
“As much as I’d like that, I don’t think we need to change much to end your torture, my lovely Elias.”
I push my panties to the side, letting our sexes meet bare, the head of his cock tickling my pussy lips. I urge him toward me, rising myself just a bit so I can properly begin to slide down his length, and feel the sheer intensity of him filling me so completely. The way we fit together is the universe’s way of saying that we’re perfect for one another.
The swing rocks back and forth, adding some spice as we begin to properly fuck one another. Up and down, back and forth, his cock explores my pussy completely, testing me, teasing me, and finding new ways to please me. I pant, and moan, knowing this is only the beginning.
He holds me steady, letting me rise and fall on his length, the intensity of our need for one another pushing the both of us forward in our rhythmic haste. I nibble on my lip, trying to hold in the sounds of my delight as it wracks me, hoping that what will come with my ultimate climax will be even greater than anything I’ve felt before.
The warmth of his hands as he explores my body, making sure that each and every inch of it is as appreciated as the rest of me. I’m not boobs or a pussy to him, I’m a whole woman, one who should be worshiped completely, and treated right.
Faster still his cock pistons in and out me, each stroke building on the last. The creaking and swaying of the swing, making the experience all the more novel. His naked cock deep inside me, the tightening of his balls, my mouth and pussy both salivate at the joy that is to come.
Not just from this tryst. But for my life.
To feel him fill me. To potentially seed me, and hope for it to take root to build the family that we had talked about building together so many times.
Knowing that it will be founded in absolute love and devotion to one another. The smile it brings to my face is so wide that some may see me as a bit crazy, but I can’t deny that it’s simply how Elias makes me feel.
He fucks me harder. Every thrust going deep. His fingers always find their way between us, massaging my clit, making sure that it gets the love and attention that it deserves. He knows that a good cock, while definitely helping a whole lot, doesn’t always get the job in making a woman cum.
I think Elias could pull it off for me with his cock alone. He’s that good.
But part of the reason I love this man is that he doesn’t take chances.
He wants to make me cum, and he’s going to fucking do it.
The heat inside me has grown so intense, so powerful. My entire body tightens up in anticipation of him. Our lips lock, our tongues entwine, we are so fully enraptured with one another, so tight, the closest two can ever go toward becoming one.
I cry out, I scream for him, my voice echoing over the fields, but freely and shame free, knowing no one but the two of us can hear our love, and for now? I’m just fine with that.
One more stroke, one more rub, and I’m fucking lost. The fire erupts, it’s uncontrollable, the sensation of bliss running wild within me. I sing for him, and only him, my arms wrapped around his shoulders, and his face buried in my tits.
Elias is right there with me. Knowing my orgasm is the permission he needs for his own. His hands hold my hips tight as he thrusts deep within me, wanting me to have every drop of his seed as much as I want to take it.
The absolute warmth of it all. God. What a wonderful cherry on top of everything else.
The swing continues to creak back and forth beneath us, soon that was the only sound against the serenity of the night.
I giggle, looking him in the eye, and kiss him one more time. “I love you, Elias.”