Slow and sweet

When Jenna’s movements slow, I shift myself up her body and sheathe my rod to the hilt in her overflowing honeypot. I’ve just spent quite a while relentlessly fucking her brains clean out of her head because that’s what she needed. Now, I want to give her something I think she needs even more: I want to make love to her.

Though I intentionally moved before she’d fully reestablished contact with the world outside her own body, Jenna responds instantly, arching her neck and moaning, long and guttural, to feel me inside her. Then I pull out a little and shift further up, pressing my cock against her clit, and start moving slowly up and down. She gasps and wraps her legs back around my ass; soon, her hips are starting to move. It doesn’t take her long to find a rhythm to match me, rocking her hips to rub her pearl against my prick and pubic bone.

Her eyes open and stare deep into mine; they’re bright with unshed tears and unspoken emotion. I gaze back at her for several moments, then wrap my arms tightly around her and claim her lips with mine. Jenna embraces me fiercely in return, and we kiss hungrily, plundering one another’s mouths with abandon, as our bodies dance together.

I don’t know how long this continues. My sense of time fades as our pleasure slowly builds. I give myself to Jenna, and she gives herself to me, and we have all the time in the world. Finally, she twists her head away and lets out a cry, high and wild and piercingly sweet; I feel her orgasm come like a sunrise, slow and majestic and all-encompassing. Her legs clench convulsively, pulling me all the way inside her, as her tunnel walls pulse and throb around my prick. I press against her as hard as I can and tighten my embrace, then bury my head in her neck as my own climax floods through me.

After a few moments, I realize Jenna is weeping again, softly. I lift my head and look at her in concern, but her eyes are open and smiling. “I’m happy,” she says quietly, once her crying eases. “Thank you. I—” She breaks off whatever she’s saying and gives me a lingering kiss, long and slow and full of promise.