Fucking lotus

When Kimberly takes her hand off my prick to stroke my face as we kiss, I decide to start right where we are. It won’t be a good position for fucking her hard, but I don’t think that’s all she wants; I’m pretty sure the intimacy of the position will go a long way to turning her into a puddle. (Besides, I plan to hold off cumming as long as I can, so I intend to take her several ways before I’m done.) I slip away from her lips to lick her jawline and nibble her ear, and she moans my name softly. While she’s focused on that, I line up my little purple helmet by feel and rotate my hips, thrusting my cock into her sheath. I manage to keep from groaning at the feeling—she’s tighter than I expected; I guess the months of involuntary celibacy had an effect—but it isn’t easy.

Kimberly lets out a gasping cry at the sudden intrusion and arches her back hard, pulling her ear from my mouth. In compensation, her move thrusts her flawless breasts up and out, so I bend down and suck one of their rosy-pink tips into my mouth. She mewls in pleasure and wraps her arms around my neck. To my surprise, she starts using her arms and her strong thighs to move up and down on my pole. I reach into her snatch to frig her clit, and she mewls louder and speeds up.

She starts rocking her hips as she bounces on my prick; I start moving with her, and we establish a steady rhythm. Mostly, though, this is Kimberly fucking herself on my cock while I suckle her nipples and rub her button. Her head is thrown back in abandonment, her eyes half-closed, as she impales herself on me over and over again.

Suddenly, as she bottoms out on my cock, her body stiffens and begins to tremble. Kimberly lets out a high, soft cry as her climax whickers through her body like a lightning strike. She grinds herself against me as her cunt goes into a rolling spasm; I manage to keep from cumming, but it takes all my self-control to do it.

When her climax stills, Kimberly lifts my head from her tit with two fingers, then pulls my hand out of her quim. “Hold me close, lover,” she whispers, then kisses me deeply, probing with her tongue. We make out, holding each other tight, and she begins to move again, rocking and grinding her hips. I move with her, and we fuck slowly and langorously as we kiss. It isn’t long before her breathing grows erratic and her movements more urgent, and soon she’s cumming again. Her orgasm seems slower this time, but just as powerful, and it rolls on and on as she keeps rocking and grinding with me.

When her bliss ebbs a little, Kimberly shifts and is surprised to find me still long and hard within her. “You didn’t cum?” she asks uncertainly.

“No,” I said. “I want to spend a long time in your pussy and make you cum as many times as I can before I do.”

Kimberly’s brilliant smile is like a summer sunrise. “I like the sound of that,” she says breathlessly. “How would you like me next?”