BR - Cold Feet Part 4

Breathless, you lean against the mirror. You look away from your reflection. Several drops of semen spattered on the mirror. More ropes of it glisten on the top of the dresser, decorating a hairbrush, a perfume bottle, and a gold necklace.

Beth startles you out of your haze with a sudden and surprisingly hard slap to your ass.

“Ah!” you gasp, jumping. In fairness to Beth, you were kind of presenting it.

You turn on her, your hand on your chest, feeling your heart race as your buttock stings. You’re still dazed from that orgasm. It was a lot. More than usual.

Beth stands in front of you looking downright predatory.

“Of course she’d want to be with you,” she says, looking you up and down. You have no reply for that. She looks past you at the mess and the two big, smeared, obviously sweaty handprints on the mirror. Something tells you that she isn’t planning to clean up. You don’t have enough brain cells left to care.

Beth jumps onto the bed, ferociously kicking all the covers off. She flops on her back, lifting her legs and sliding her panties off. You almost stumble to the bed and crawl on. You aren’t ready to go again, but that won’t take long when she’s acting like this. You climb on top of her for a tired, but heartfelt kiss, lowering your body onto hers. She’s ruthless, and still in charge, running her fingers through your hair and kissing you with the intensity of… you aren’t even sure. You just feel like you’re being devoured.

She roughly yanks your hand between her legs, where you find her hot, damp, and sensitive. She doesn’t stop there: you automatically reach for her clit, but that’s not what she wants. You respond to her guidance.

“Yes,” she sighs as you penetrate her with two fingers. You get it now. You firmly slide in a third and she hisses, but wiggles eagerly. You hook your fingers up and use your wrist for an up-and-down motion instead of in and out. Beth’s G-spot is impossible to find by feel, unlike yours. Her body language is the only way to know when you’ve found it. Her upper half seizes and her face turns a shade redder every time you stroke it. Your wrist hurts from the effort of the persistent, rapid motions and the wet noises down there are louder than her tearful pleading.

It takes several minutes and some persistence. Beth certainly isn’t in charge anymore. She clutches at your arm and you narrowly avoid being kicked in the chest as she shrieks and lets out a glittering spray of fluid all over Edna’s sheets. Her whole body is red, and every inch of it shudders and jerks the way her pussy does when you make her cum during sex. Her breathing is hoarse and she struggles to make her eyes focus.