He climaxes

Repositioning and rising up, she reaches down to take me in her hand. After a couple of swipes to spread her natural lube around, she lowers herself so the head is in her just enough to test the waters. She must be feeling a little better about it than she did several minutes ago.

She rocks forward experimentally, taking another inch on the downstroke. Her eyes squint a little, and her brow quivers and knits. She sinks down a little more, rolling both of her lips in between her teeth as she concentrates and breathes through it. Her pussy is impossibly tight this morning. I wonder if it’s because she’s still puffy inside. When she clenches around me, it makes my toes curl. She doesn’t rush, just eases herself down my length, gasping every time I involuntarily flex inside her.

“Jesus… you’re so deep already,” she whispers when her ass just barely skims against my thighs, but stops short of settling her full weight down. She holds there, rocking gently, and letting her body get used to me again. Bracing her hands on my chest, she sits up straight and takes the last inch so her full body weight is now sitting on my thighs. “I think you may have ruined me last night, papi… but you just feel too good.”

I slide my hands up her sides, catching my thumbs at the undersides of her breasts before palming them so they spill over my hands. “So do you,” I rasp, lacking any suaveness. “And your boobs look great from here,” I finish with a grin.

She doesn’t say anything back, but I’m guessing she heard me, because she starts moving up and down. It’s not just that, though. It’s that she rolls her shoulders forward, pressing her tits together even more. I grunt when she drops the next time, causing her breasts to bounce a little with the impact. Each downward stroke pulls a tiny whimper from her along with my own grunts, but she never stops, regardless of how sore she might be feeling. If anything, she seems to be getting wetter. She grinds even harder after one of her drops, and after she seemed to get off on the spanking last night, I’m not sure if she’s chasing the pain or the pleasure.

“You look so hot like this,” I mutter without thinking.

“You know how to make a girl feel pretty,” she snickers, then leans down so her hair curtains us again. She comes in close enough that her lips brush mine before she talks again. “How about you stop talking and just kiss me.”

I thrust up to meet her next drop, forcing myself deeper, and she moans into my mouth loud enough that I’m suddenly very glad the kids aren’t home. She starts to pick up the pace and I match her thrust for thrust. When her pussy starts to feel like it’s gripping me tighter, her nails start to dig into my chest.

I’m lost in it. Lost in the sight and the feeling of her above me. Her full lips that are parted, and her eyes half-lidded as she rides me, setting the rhythm. Unable to keep my hands still, they roam everywhere. Over her ass, hips, breasts, and finally tangling in her hair so I can pull her mouth against mine a little harder. I press my tongue into her while she keeps grinding.

She breaks the kiss, gasping, “Oh god you feel so good… I’m gonna cum again already…”

Pulling her back into the kiss, I feel her thighs start to tremble just before the sudden, hard clench around my cock. Keeping one hand in her hair, my other darts down to her ass. I’m driving up into her with short, controlled thrusts that seem to be hitting the spot, and I can feel her ass flexing under my grip.

We’re both grunting and panting and moaning into each other’s mouths. The air from her nose is rushing over my cheek as we make out, getting closer.

Finally she lets out a sharp cry, and her body starts to twitch and hump above me. I’m buried as deep as I can go, and every muscle in my hips, thighs, and ass are tensing as if I’m trying to push in further. The sudden, sensations of her pussy around me snap the last thread of my control.

I groan her name and dig my fingers into the flexed muscles of her ass as I hold her down against me, grinding up into the perfect glove that’s wrapped around me. The first pulse hits me hard, releasing deep inside her. She gasps against my neck with every throb and every warm rush coating her walls. I can feel the flutters of her body responding to receiving me. Drawing it out and coaxing more from me like her pussy can’t get enough.

“Jay… oh god, yes,” she says, trembling and wrecked. “Tan caliente dentro… give me everything…” Then, almost in a broken whisper against my neck, “Sí… lléname toda, amor… no pares…”

Still no clue what she’s saying to me, but I hold her there, one arm wrapped possessively around her lower back while the other stays locked on her ass to keep her pressed flush against me so there’s nothing separating us. Pulse after pulse empties into her. There’s something so much softer about this morning.

It’s so much more intimate than last night which, was raw and hot. But finishing deep in her pussy instead of the tight grip of her ass just feels right. There’s no rush today and none of the performance that came with it last night. This is more like a rolling wave of release that makes my toes curl and my vision blur. Every spurt feels like it’s sinking into her and marking her from the inside with what seems like endlessly warm, thick ribbons.

She shudders right along with me, sending her own aftershocks rippling around my cock until I’m spent and twitching inside her. When the intensity finally ebbs, she collapses in a limp mess on my chest as if she were boneless. Her hair is sticking to my damp skin, and I’m hyper aware of her hot breath tickling my throat.

I keep one arm curled around, holding that perfect ass, while my other hand starts stroking the smooth golden skin in slow, soothing circles, giving her a chance to come down. Everything about this morning seems to have a tenderness last night didn’t. Even the soft weight of her breasts pressed to my chest and the lazy little clenches of her pussy around my softening length feels sensual.

When her body molds to mine, she seems exhausted. After a few moments, she nuzzles deeper into the crook of my neck, brushing her nose against my skin, then kissing it. A quiet, contented hum finally escapes her.

“God… I can feel you leaking out of me already,” she murmurs, and a giggle follows it. “It feels like there’s so much… and it’s so warm.”

I kiss her forehead where I can reach and breathe in her scent. It’s the smell of sweat and sex, and just a hint of whatever she put in her hair last night.

“Yeah,” I whisper back. “It did seem like a lot.”

She sighs, readjusting to get more comfortable without letting me slip free. Her fingers trace idle patterns over my chest while I keep stroking her back. We stay like that for a while, both of us lacking the energy to move. After what feels like several minutes, she lifts her head. Her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes are glassy and satisfied.

“Morning sex,” she murmurs with a tired, happy sigh. “It’s been a while.”

I just grin. “Glad I could be here for it,” I mutter. I laugh weakly, moving both arms to squeeze her in a hug. “I have no idea how I ended up here, but I’m grateful I did.”

Sofia chuckles, resting her head on my shoulder and peering up at my face. “Flattery will get you everywhere,” she murmurs, then nuzzles back into my neck to kiss it. “Now… go shower. It’s just through that door. I need five more minutes to try to remember how to get my legs to work.”

Then, she rolls the rest of the way off me with a groan, making no effort to stem the flood of my cum running out of her. She stretches like a cat, lacking any of the self-consciousness she had at the start of last night. I watch her for a second, taking in the golden and olive skin glowing in the morning light. Even with the mattress pushing up into her while she stretches, her ass looks perfect from the side as she arches her back, pushing her tits upward.

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