Emma, Part 6

“Oh, fuck,” Emma gasped into the pillow. “Oh, fuck, I’m going to come. I’m gonna come, John. Fuck, you’re making me come.”

It wasn’t the first orgasm she’d had, but it was definitely going to be the biggest.

Her legs had gotten tired after riding you for a while, especially in that last position, and you’d taken over for a couple of the basics. Missionary, with you sitting up instead of leaning down over her, had let her show off some more. Emma had stretched like a cat, arms of her head, enjoying every moment of your eyes roving over her sleek, naked frame. She’d played with her breasts, rubbed her clit, and generally touched herself all over as you’d slowly fucked her.

Doggy should have been next, but you weren’t Superman no matter what your girlfriends and other lovers pushed you towards accomplishing. Emma was sexy, and a new partner, and tight. You were going to come sooner than later and if you were going to make sure the whole experience was good for her there was one position all but one of your sexual partners swore by.

That was how you ended up with Emma on her stomach, her face in the pillow, as you fucked her in ‘prone bone.’ It was a little weird for a moment - her height matched what you were used to with Gemma, but her build matched Sabrina much more. Her little butt in particular was just different from what you were used to. Still, you were able to lay on top of her with your chest to her lean back and slowly work your hips as you buried your cock into her juicy little pussy and sucked gently on the side of her neck and across her shoulders.

“Do me a favour, gorgeous,” you murmured, trailing your kisses from her left shoulder to her right and then nuzzling your nose close to her ear. “Hold that orgasm. Don’t come yet.”

“Whyyy?” she whined.

“Pro tip,” you chuckled.

She turned and glared at you over her shoulder and you had a flash of deja vu because it was just the mid-sex sexual and frustrated and so turned-on sort of look that Sabrina would give you.

“Hold it,” you told her, just a touch more firmly.

“I don’t know if I can,” she groaned.

“Hold it,” you told her again.

She clenched her teeth and nodded, so you went back to kissing her shoulders while your hips worked in a smooth mechanical rhythm. You could feel her body trembling slightly under you, her little butt tensing and her long legs shifting as she kneaded her toes into the mattress. Grinning, you kissed back towards her neck and softly up to behind her ear, using that as a minor distraction as you crawled just slightly up her body, changing the angle of your thrusts so you were pointing down a little more instead of forward.

This, of course, was a little like cheating because it meant you were getting the right angle to search for her G-spot.

You knew when you found it because she sucked in a breath through her mouth so hard she hiccuped, her fingers squeezing yours and you held both her hands above her head.

“Holy fuck,” she croaked, craning her head to look back at you in near-panic. “Please can I stop holding it now!?”

You chuckled and kissed her cheek. “Why? Is this getting to you?”

Her eyelids fluttered as you thrust down the front of her pussy, glancing across her G-spot again. Bottoming out in her had a distinctly squishy sound to it.

“Do you do this to Sabrina?” she asked in frustration.

“Sometimes,” you said. “Gemma too.”

“And they don’t call the police for ****!?”

That made you laugh. “Ask me again.”

“And they don’t-”

“Ask me if you can come,” you corrected.

“Please can I just fucking come already?”

You quickly thrust into her three times, all at the right angle. They were the fastest, firmest thrusts you’d given her the whole time.

“I’m going to come when you do,” you said. “Where do you want it?”

“I- Fuck, I don’t, ungh, know.”

“Do you want me to fill your pretty pink pussy, or shoot all over your amazing ass and beautiful back, or make you a real slut and finish on your fantastic face?”

“I don’t care, John. Wherever you want, just let me come.”

You thrust three more times, fast and firm, and then three more.

“Come for me,” you whispered to her and thrust twice more as her pussy, which had been slowly squeezing tighter and tighter as her abdomen locked up with her effort, suddenly went loose. It was the damnedest thing because she let out a wordless moan like she was releasing the biggest pressure in the world, but she didn’t squirt at all. You’d never been with a girl who, during a big orgasm, didn’t have her pissy clench or anything and this was the opposite.

Suddenly all the strength in her Kegels disappeared as her body went limp below the neck. You kept thrusting as she came hard, and right as you felt your own orgasm tipping over you did the responsible thing and pulled out of your girlfriend’s younger sister and let your cock push between her two little ass cheeks, thrusting against them as you released your cum in five heavy ropes that spattered from her tailbone to her shoulder blades before you even had to start stroking yourself. Your groans had started right next to her ear and ended looming over her as you made space for your orgasm to paint her like a canvas, and you panted hard through the rippling pleasure as you milked out the last of your orgasm onto her ass.

Then you tilted your hips back down and slipped your cock back into her, feeling her pussy react with a wave of surprise as she moaned into the pillow and pushed back until you were fully buried in her again.

“Ohmigod,” she exhaled heavily. “Ohmifuckingod.”

You chuckled and gave her a few slow, leisurely thrusts.

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