We can make it

Their dance continued after both of their initial excitement had been somewhat subdued. Afterwards they could finally truly relish in the pleasure of each others bodies. Jim sat up on the bed, his back leaning against the short headboard, the mattress creaking violently. Rebecca had her legs wrapped around his waist and her head thrown back. Her long dark hair swayed with every one of Jim’s thrusts. Her hips gyrated, the grip her fingers had on his shoulder tightened as she moaned in a high-pitched voice.

Jim pushed himself deeper inside of her, felt her warmth wrap around his girth and was **** to bite his bottom lip, as to not be suddenly surprised by his own orgasm. He put his hands on Rebecca’s upper thighs and pulled her closer against his chest. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pushed his face in between her breast. Whilst his hands traveled to her behind, beginning to pick her up anytime he pumped his cock inside of her, Jim reveled in the feeling of her heart beating just as fast as his. She felt amazing, he thought, better than anything had ever felt and would ever feel moving forward. It was like his hands were in a frenzy to touch every curve on her body, to feel each inch of soft skin beneath his fingers.

“Don’t stop, I’m so close!” Rebecca’s movements became erratic, her grip on him tightened as Jim began feeling her wetness drip down in between his legs.

“That’s it baby, give it to me.” He grunted, keeping hold of her body as he fucked her with everything he had. It wasn’t long until Rebecca’s finger nails began to dig into the skin of his back, as curses and moans escaped her lips once more. Jim continued pushing his cock inside her, knowing that he was already on the edge himself, yet ultimately determined to push Rebecca over hers once more. She shuddered, her legs clenched his sides and her pussy pushed him out with one final groan. Jim kept her in his arms, feeling the way her muscles vibrated anytime his hand brushed passed them. “Good girl, that’s it, good girl.”

They both took a moment to catch their breath, Rebecca laying on her back on the bed, a hand behind her head, the other in between her legs. Jim sat besides her, he stroked his cock slowly in his hand, feeling it throb each time he passed the head. He loved letting his eyes study her curves, he loved the way she seemed to relish in his gaze. “Do you want to cum inside me?” Rebecca whispered, her fingers drawing small circles on her clit.

“Would that be ok?” Rebecca nodded happily, a warm smile on her face. “Come here.” Jim moved closer to her, on instinct Rebecca opened her legs. He let his hands slide from the back of her thighs to her knees, where he began to push her legs backwards towards her chest. With slow movements he took charge of her again, Rebecca seemed happy to let Jim have free range of her body. When he pressed the head of his cock against her clit, she shivered, her body was still quite sensitive. Jim decided to take his time, gently stroking the flesh of her thighs with his fingers, leaning down to kiss her breasts and her neck. He loved hearing her soft moans float into his ears, he loved the smell of her even more.

“P-please” she whispered, pushing slender fingers through his hair. Jim locked eyes with her and saw the lust radiating from them. He knew that his own told a similar story. With a slow thrust he pushed himself inside of her again and immediately knew that he would not be lasting long. His movements sped up rapidly, his thrusts shook the bed and every time he bottomed out inside of her, his hips slapped against her thighs.

He was getting close now, so close that there was no longer a way back. He did not want to go back, he wanted to live in this moment for the rest of his life. Rebecca looked up at him, he looked down at her, he told her he was close and she responded by wrapping her legs around his lower back and holding him inside of her. His orgasm felt like it lasted a lifetime. His vision went blurry as his cum shot deep inside of her, he felt their juices mix and drip down their thighs, he felt himself throb and groan and kiss her hard on her lips. The whole time she whispered that she needed it, that she needed him, that he was amazing.

Life was better now than it had been in a very long time, even though that which used to be his old life had crashed and burned. Jim was not exactly sure who he was anymore, nor where he was going. But he did know that hope still remained, that it was a fruit ripe for the taking, if one only dared to pick it. He and Rebecca held one another until the glow of the early morning awoke them in each others arms. He kissed her then and she him and they laughed aloud until their bellies hurt. He did not even remember what they had been laughing about.