Climax

Chapter 82 - Climax

Mike kept his mouth locked on Nancy’s while his hands pulled at the loose home dress she still wore. The fabric slid up over her hips, and she lifted her arms so he could drag it off completely. Her full breasts spilled free. He tossed the dress aside and pushed her simple panties down her legs.

She stepped out of them and stood naked in the dim hospital room. Mike shoved his own underwear the rest of the way off. His cock stood hard and heavy between them, the head already shiny.

Nancy’s hands ran over his chest, and down to his hips, and Mike backed her against the wall beside the bed. He turned her around so her palms were flat against the cool paint. Her round ass pushed back toward him.

He gripped one hip, lined himself up, and pushed the thick head of his cock against her entrance. She was already wet. He sank into her in one slow, steady thrust. The tight heat wrapped around every inch of him, his cock throbbed hard inside her as he bottomed out.

Nancy let out a shaky breath that caught in her throat. Her palms slid higher up the cool wall until her arms stretched almost straight. She pressed her forehead against the painted surface and locked her elbows so she could take the force that was coming.

Mike started to move. He pulled his hips back slow and steady until only the thick swollen head of his cock stayed inside her. The tight ring of her entrance clung to him, stretched wide around the tip. Then he drove forward again in one long hard stroke, his full length sank deep until his hips slapped flat against her ass.

Each thrust made her heavy breasts swing forward and bounce back against the wall. The soft flesh jiggled hard with every impact. The wet sound of their bodies meeting filled the quiet room—thick, heavy, wet smacks that echoed off the bare walls. He kept one hand locked on her hip, fingers digging into the soft skin, holding her steady. His other hand slid around her side and cupped a full breast. He squeezed the soft flesh firm in time with his strokes, rolling the weight of it in his palm while his thumb brushed over the tight nipple.

His cock felt every ripple of her walls. The hot inner muscles clenched and fluttered around him with every deep push. The heat and tight grip made his length pulse harder. It swelled even thicker inside her, stretching her wider with each stroke. He could feel the way her body tried to pull him deeper every time he pulled back.

He fucked her like that against the wall for long minutes. The pace stayed strong and steady—no rush, just deep, powerful thrusts that drove her forward against the wall again and again.

Sweat began to slick both their skins, and it rose first at the small of her back where his stomach pressed, then spread across her shoulders and down the insides of his thighs. Their skin slid wet against each other. Nancy pushed back to meet every thrust, her hips rolled hard into him, taking him as deep as she could. Her breathing turned into short, broken sounds—half gasps, half soft moans that left her open mouth and fogged the wall in front of her face.

Mike’s own breaths came harsh and hot against the back of her neck. Each exhale brushed over her damp skin so he could feel the pressure building low in his gut, a heavy, tight heat that wanted to spill over, but he was not ready to finish yet.

He kept driving into her, slower now for a few strokes, then harder again, making sure every inch of him stayed buried deep before he pulled back. Sweat dripped from his chest onto her back.

Her walls kept squeezing him in tight waves, and he just kept fucking her through every one of them. He pulled out of her with a wet sound. Nancy turned her head, eyes dark and glassy, then Mike guided her to the bed.

She sat on the edge and then lay back. He climbed over her, settled between her open thighs, and pushed back inside in one smooth motion. She wrapped her legs around his waist. He leaned down and kissed her while he started to thrust again—slower at first, deep and steady. Their mouths stayed locked, tongues slid together.

Mike’s cock throbbed inside the tight, wet heat. Every time he bottomed out, he felt her walls flutter around him, and he kept kissing her as the pace built. The bed frame creaked under them. Nancy’s breasts pressed soft against his chest, hips lifted to take him deeper. The wet slap of skin on skin grew louder as Mike’s thrusts turned harder. He could feel the thick vein along the underside of his cock dragging against her with every stroke.

Nancy broke the kiss and gasped against his mouth.

Her body tightened around him. Mike drove into her a few more times, and then the pressure snapped; his cock pulsed hard as he came, shooting deep inside her in thick ropes. Nancy’s own climax hit at the same time, her legs locked tight around him and her walls squeezed and milked every drop.

They stayed joined for several long seconds while the last tremors faded.

Mike finally eased out of her and rolled to the side. Both of them lay on their backs on the narrow hospital bed, chests rising and falling fast. Sweat cooled on their skin, and their breathing stayed heavy and uneven in the quiet room.

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