A hard and fast fuck!

We crumpled together into a heap atop the pillows, completely spent. We were silent for a long, long time as our passion and desire ebbed. I was the first to lift my head. I saw Sarah’s inflamed and bruised nipples resting against the pillows. I got up and retrieved her t-shirt, dipped it in the melted ice in the champagne bucket and lay the soothing material on top of her nipples. “I’m so sorry my darling,” I moaned. She lifted her lips to me and kissed me passionately, wrapping her fingers around my head. “Our love and our passion is stronger than we are, Paul. Look what I’ve done to your back.” She took the cool, damp clothing from her breasts and dabbed at my back. I took it from her, wrapped some ice in it and lay behind her, spooning and hugging her close. Her breasts were lying one on top of the other and I nestled her nipples on the make shift ice pack. I slid my cock between her legs and we soon fell asleep.

When I woke, the fire was nearly out; I reached out and pulled the alpaca over us. In her sleep, Sarah bunched it up under her extraordinary breasts. Her large areolas were slightly hidden amongst the soft folds. I loved watching her sleep. She looked so innocent, but sexy at the same time. I softly brushed my lips against her neck before I got up to add some more logs to the fire. I tried to be quiet, but Sarah sat up and yawned. She reached up to tie her hair back with the scarf, dropping the cover, exposing her breasts. Her nipples lengthened immediately when coming in contact with the chilly air. I could still see the lingering signs of our most recent sexual encounter on them. “How’re you doing, Sarah?” I asked somewhat sheepishly. “Perfect, Paul. I’m just perfect,” she said with her eyes sparkling. “Come here,” she said as she held her hand out to me. I laced my fingers between hers and sat down beside her. Sarah crawled between my legs, sitting with her back against my chest. I held her close to me and rocked her in my arms.

We didn’t speak for a long time. We just enjoyed being close to each other. “Rachel will be home soon, Paul.” Sarah said matter of factly. “Will you make love to her the first night we’re apart?’ she asked, her voice hesitating slightly. I didn’t answer right away. “I’ll never make love to Rachel, again, Sarah,” I said. “We’ll have sex, but I won’t make love to her. You’re the only person I can make love to.” Sarah sighed and said, “I guess that should make me feel better, but it really doesn’t.” She slipped out of my arms and grabbed a pillow. Hugging it close to her, she sat in front of the fire and shivered. She looked so ****, huddled by herself. I looked around the room, but didn’t find anything to use to warm her. I ran down the stairs to the bedroom, picked up a robe and came back and squatted beside her. “Let me help you into your robe, Sarah.” I whispered. She stood up; I scanned her magnificent body before she put her arms though the sleeves of her robe. I knotted the tie and gathered her into my arms, hugging her and trying to warm her.

We walk hand in hand to the couch. As we stepped over the pillows piled on the floor, I saw the visible evidence of our lovemaking. Our sexual discharge had marked them. The memory of our escapades caused stirring in my heart, as well as a longing in my groin. I felt sure that Sarah was affected, as well. She confirmed my suspicions, when after a momentary look at the pillows she released my hand just as we reached the couch. She put her hand on my arm and looked longingly into my eyes. “Take my robe off, Paul. I don’t want anything between us. I need us to feel each other completely,” she sighed. I was more than willing to oblige, but she offered unneeded encouragement by slipping her hand under the robe and softly moaning as she slowly rubbed herself. I quickly untied the knot of the tie and stripped off the robe, pressing her to me and thrusting my tongue into her mouth. “Oh god, Sarah,” I panted. My hands were all over her. I kissed her body frantically as she clung to me, rubbing against my ever growing erection! I reached between her legs and inserted two fingers into her, rapidly fingering her. “I’m ready, Paul. Fuck me. Fuck me fast and hard,” she growled.

She jumped up into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist and trying to mount my cock, kissing me passionately as I stumbled toward the couch. I didn’t make it there. I bumped into the side table so hard that the lamp fell off. I plopped Sarah onto the tabletop. She scooted toward the corner, her legs wide open and her feet flat against the wood. She was grabbing at me as I straddled the corner, approaching her pussy with my cock. “Hurry, Paul. I need you inside of me,” she panted as she planted herself on me. I was thrusting with bent legs, raising her up each time I plunged into her! She sucked me deep inside of her dripping pussy as she grabbed my ass, pushing me in deeper and deeper. My tempo was increasing. “Is this what you wanted, Sarah?” I hissed. “Yes... oh yes,” she screamed out. I felt her release my ass and saw her fingers dabble in the moisture she was releasing. Then I felt her reach around to my ass hole, and I knew what was next. I ballooned out just anticipating the feeling. Within seconds she was circling my hole with her moisture, increasing the pressure of her finger. She plunged her finger inside of me. I gasped as she started sliding in and out. I didn’t know if I should move toward her pussy or toward her finger. “I’m gonna cum, Sarah!! I’m...gonna... cum!! AAAgghhhh…” I cried out as I **** myself into her more. “Oh god…. oh god,” she moaned as I shot my liquid time and again deep inside her. Sarah’s vagina was crushing my cock, milking every drop from it. We clung to each other and continued to grind against and into on another. I was softening slowly and Sarah’s orgasm was long and fierce, allowing our union to continue on and on. Finally, I pulled out of Sarah and fell onto the floor struggling to catch my breath. Sarah collapsed her legs and lay panting on the table.