We fuck like spoons

I pull out and Abby rolls onto her side. “Spoon with me, Ben,” she says. “I want to feel your whole body against me.”

I get behind her and put my arm under her head, cupping her sweet orb in my hand. I use my other hand to guide my dick into her honeypot, then start stroking her pearl. I push into Abby slowly, savoring her wet heat and her elastic resistance. I let my hand explore her tits, moving from one to the other, enjoying her silken skin and supple curves. I alternate between full-hand caresses, feeling her breasts stroking my palm, and feathery touches with just my fingertips. I avoid her nipples at first, just brushing her pebbly areolae. “Ohhh, Ben, I love your arms around me,” she murmurs. “Touch me everywhere—I want to feel your hands on me . . . love my girls, baby, stroke my sweet girls . . . rub my clit, rub my little button, let your fingers play in my hot little snatch . . . pin me with that big sexy dick—fill my tight teenage pussy with your big man-muscle . . . you feel so good, so good, so good . . .”

I trace circles around Abby’s clit, pressing gently. I drive my shaft as deep in her body as I can go, then pause to rest in her. I nuzzle the back of her neck and kiss the side where it meets her shoulder; she turns her head to kiss me, slipping her tongue between our lips to play with mine. “You’re a good kisser, Ben,” she whispers. “I love your kisses . . . I love feeling your lips on mine, especially when I’m all full of your dick. Make love to me, baby—make love to my sweet little pussy with that big fucking dick.”

I start thrusting, fucking Abby with long, steady strokes, massaging her sweet young cunt with my big heavy rod. I rub her clit up and down, then put a finger on either side of it and stroke it that way. I spread the fingers of my other hand so I can tease both her nipples at once. “Mmmmmm, Ben, you’re so good to me,” she moans. “Love my body . . . you make me so horny . . . I feel so cared for . . .”

Our pleasure builds slowly, with quiet intensity. We make out; when we aren’t joined at the lips, I nuzzle Abby’s neck and plant kisses on her shoulder. I fill my hand with her perfect breasts, enjoying her curves, and tease their jaunty pink tips, caressing them lightly and flicking them with my thumb. I stroke her clit, rub circles around it, and give it the occasional gentle pinch. I vary the speed of my thrusting, now going faster, now slower. At one point, Abby leans over a little and discovers that she likes the way that changes the angle of penetration, so she starts experimenting, shifting around and wiggling as I pump her deep well. At that point, I start feeling a rumbling in my balls. “I’m getting close, sweet girl,” I murmur in her ear. “You’re so fucking sexy . . .”

“Ohhh, Ben, I’m close too,” Abby says huskily. “I’m so horny, so high, so fucking high . . . instead of cumming, I just keep going higher—I’ve never felt this good before without cumming—but I’m close now, I know I am . . . cum in me, baby, let me feel your hot cream in my tight little pussy, let me cum with you . . . fill me with your seed, plow me and seed me, let me feel you claim me—let me cum with you . . .”

“Ohhhhh, fuuuuuck, Abby,” I groan, “here it is—cumming . . .” I feel my climax sweep over me like a blizzard, filling my senses and turning everything white. I thrust deep and blow my load in her honeypot, filling her with my cream. She cums with me with a high, soft cry like some wild bird, in the throes of a powerful orgasm that milks my prick hard for every last drop. I hold her tight and our lips find each other; we make out with dreamy passion as our bodies are wracked with orgasmic fire.

We stay in that position as the climax passes and my prick slowly shrinks out of her tight young body; I bring my hand up from her pussy to her tits, but otherwise we don’t even move. We murmur endearments to each other as we slowly drift off to sleep.