Hit it hard from behind.

From where she’s been kneeling on the floor, I spin Piya and myself around, pushing her towards the bed. Piya climbs, knees first, onto the great thick mattress. I admire the way her smooth tanned behind sticks out as I press her shoulders forwards at the same time, I pull her hips back towards me. Piya and I have reached such a point between us that our lovemaking has become almost instinctual. Words no longer truly required. The barest of indications is all she needs to know that I want her in the doggy style position.

I’m once again enamoured with the sexy black lingerie Piya has picked out for this evening. The delicate lacework of the matching bra and G-string set. The deep black of her sheer thigh-high stockings clipped into her garter belt. Even her high-heels seem to match the whole ensemble, the dangerously sharp point of which is spread wide either side of me as Piya is splayed out like a wishbone

Using the very short break in proceedings, I discard the sum total of clothes I had been wearing. I step in close behind Piya, naked as the day I was born but with a much grown and engorged cock. I cup my hand to Piya’s lace covered pussy and feel the heat radiating from it before my hand even touches it. The moment my palm makes contact with her, Piya moans and dips lower to push back against me. I can feel the need and desire in just that action alone. Perhaps I’ve been a little unwise to keep Piya wanting for so long without satisfaction.

There’s only one course of action to correct such a situation. Rather than undressing her, I want to keep Piya in her lingerie and admire it as much as possible. From the T-join at the rear of her G, I hook my fingers under the string and pull it to the side to of her pubic mound. Sticky tendrils of wet gruel breaking as I pull the sticky material away. I bring two fingers to Piya’s pussy lips and have no trouble sliding both of them inside right away. Piya pushing back till my knuckles are pressed against her.

The peach is ripe for the taking and take it I shall. I slide my fingers back out and am sure I hear Piya moan in disappointment from not having something inside her. I quickly turn that feeling around though as I spread her pussy lips with the tip of my cock as I start to stroke my way along her crevasse. With Piya resting on the bed before me, she is the perfect height for my cock as I grab her hips and drive my stake deep inside her, Piya’s legs curling up below the knees and locking onto the side of my thighs. Piya’s pussy is boiling. The heat and wetness far exceed any single other time Piya and I have been together.

We fuck, there is simply no other word for it, and we fuck hard. This is no gentle lovemaking or romantic holiday fling. This is deep and primal savagery about getting as much of my cock inside Piya’s pussy as fast and as hard as possible. Piya’s wet and flowing snatch has soon formed a white ring around the base of my prick as I pound myself inside her. The folds of her lips gripping back on me as I withdraw over and over again. I’d love to say I counted her orgasms each time they came but I couldn’t tell where one finished and another began. And that would be if I was even aware of anything other than the incredible feeling of bliss and sensations of pleasure coursing through my dick. Time, for now, had absolutely no meaning.

My mind was brought back into focus by the thunderous approach of my own orgasm. I could feel the climax coming as if it was galloping full speed from a near hill. Distant still but inevitably approaching.

I let Piya know what was about to happen.

“Oh God. I’m going to cum baby!” I moaned.

“Call me Bambi!” Piya groaned back hoarsely.

“Yeah! You want my cum, Bambi? You want me to cum, Bambi?”

“Yes! Yes! Cum in me Mister! Cumming in me.”

“Yes! Bambi!”

No more words were possible as I felt the neutron star explosion that was my orgasm. My nerve endings fried as I clung onto Piya’s hips for dear life as I emptied what felt like three-quarters of my soul inside her. My legs wavered as I stood, my cock pulsing and pumping great strings of my cum inside my lover. My head, light and spinning as I road the wave of my orgasm to completion; spent, my knees went weak and I stumbled back from Piya and the bed and collapsed into a grey fabric armchair in the corner of the room. Piya tried to rise and get up and only succeeded in falling down off the bed so that she lay on her stomach. Bent over the side of our bed as my cum ran freely from her pussy, down her thighs and along her stockings to her knees.