Climax of the Night

I had felt relief, but it was brief, almost as if I had only seen it close, it was still out of my reach; this was just a prelude to a bigger explosion, something that was looking at me from outside a window, oh so tantalizing. I shivered, my skin still heated up, so different from before, the sensations and the excitement; it was delicious, but so confusing for someone that only one kind of orgasm. I have heard about how different both bodies could be when it came to pleasure, but I don’t think I ever thought the way they reached climax could be so different.

It still wasn’t enough that’s for sure, not with the way I was still feeling, as if I had been too long under the sun, but in a good way, I’m not sure if I could describe it correctly, not while my body is still like this and my brain is not working quite at full steam. Looking at Ginny I know she is not quite in the same dilemma, mainly because I’m sure she got an even bigger orgasm with the way she spasmed not too long ago; never in my life I have ever seen a woman that excited or stimulated by the simple action of spanking.

Was this what people called dom/sub? I was certainly feeling quite domineering right now, but everything had just started as a simple game, probably it was the circumstances, the flirting, the teasing and desire around; what I did understand is that I wouldn’t mind doing this again, but for now, I cannot let my little naughty girl like this.

I swear that kissing Ginny feels so incredibly different from any other girl I have kissed before, not that I had a huge list of reference, but it was so different; it was soothing, tasty and fulfilling in a way I couldn’t comprehend. For a second we disengage from the kiss, her eyes twinkling with that spark of naughtiness and playfulness that I know is part of her personality. Lounging back, with her white shirt open and I wonder when she unbuttoned it until I remember she had been changing clothes at will all night.

Her body and mine are so perfect for each other, they fit against each other in a way that could be nothing but magic at work, literally. Our bodies so close there is not even space for air between us, my body between her legs, rubbing, kissing, gasping; intimacy that I have never felt with any other girl, maybe because we knew each other in a way no other could, we were linked in a way no other person in the world was, our minds and desires free and feeding on each other, a loop of sensations that no one could comprehend or imagine.

I ended up grinding against her, already missing a certain part of anatomy that is until I felt something underneath my skirt, something that this body was definitely not supposed to have and the foxy grin on Ginny’s face told me who was responsible for that.

“What can I say? You may not have wished for one directly, but all is fair in love and fucking, wait, did it go that way?” Unrepentant, completely wicked, god I loved this girl so much. With just one push it was in; it felt like nothing I ever felt before, it was so tight, so unbelievably tight, so completely wet and hot and we were both enjoying it immensely by the way she arched her back and pulled me deeper still with her heels as her legs encircled my waist “yes, brand new, just for you Master,” she mewled right on my ear and my mind was gone.

The rest of the night was filled with her moans, our bodies colliding against each other and only us in this world; I do not remember when we finished, or what happened afterwards, it was a messy affair, one deliciously messy and sticky affair.