Do You?

Chapter 49 - Do You?

Torin stayed buried inside her after the first shared climax, the two of them still locked together in the quiet aftermath. Their breathing slowed in uneven waves. Kelly’s legs remained wrapped around him, heels resting lightly against the backs of his thighs. He kissed her—slow, open-mouthed, tasting the residual salt of earlier tears and the heat that had replaced them.

One of his hands slid between their bodies and cupped her breast, kneading the soft weight with careful pressure, thumb brushing over the still-sensitive nipple. She arched into the touch, a soft sound leaving her throat.

When he began to move again, it was with deliberate, deep strokes. Missionary let him watch every shift of expression on her face. He rolled his hips in long, measured thrusts that filled her completely, the thick length of him sliding almost all the way out before pushing back in to the hilt.

Kelly met each one, lifting her hips to take him deeper, chasing every possible inch. Her hands moved restlessly over his back and shoulders. Their mouths stayed close, trading kisses between breaths.

“Deeper,” she whispered against his lips. “I can feel you… I want all of it.”

Torin’s answer was a low sound of agreement. He shifted the angle of his hips and drove in harder, the new position letting the head of his cock press against the spot that made her thighs tighten around him.

At the same time, his hand continued to knead her breast, fingers rolling the nipple, squeezing the soft flesh in time with his thrusts. Kelly’s hips rolled up to meet him without pause, greedy for the stretch and the friction. The wet sound of their bodies joining filled the room, steady and rhythmic.

After several long minutes, he pulled out only long enough to guide her onto her hands and knees. Kelly went willingly, arching her back and presenting herself. Torin settled behind her, one hand steadying her hip while the other guided his cock back to her entrance. He pushed in with a single smooth thrust that made her drop her head and moan into the sheets. The new angle let him sink even deeper.

He started slow, then gradually increased the pace, the wet slap of his hips against her ass growing louder with every stroke.

Kelly’s arms trembled under the force. Each impact sent a jolt through her body she could barely absorb. Her fingers curled into the mattress. Soft, broken sounds spilled from her mouth with every thrust—half pleasure, half the overwhelming sensation of being filled so completely and so relentlessly.

Torin’s hands gripped her hips harder, pulling her back onto him as his speed climbed. The sound of skin meeting skin became sharper, more insistent. Her body rocked forward with every slap, breasts swaying beneath her, until the intensity made her elbows buckle.

She sank down onto her stomach, chest and cheek pressed to the sheets, ass still raised just enough for him to keep moving. The position shifted seamlessly into pronebone.

Torin followed her down, covering her body with his own, one arm braced beside her head while the other slid beneath her to cup a breast again. He fucked her harder now, shorter, deeper strokes that kept him buried almost completely inside her. The change in angle pressed the head of his cock against a new, overwhelming spot.

Kelly’s moans turned higher, more desperate. She pushed back against him as best she could from the limited position, matching his rhythm even as her body shook from the force.

“I’m close,” she gasped. “Torin—together. Please, together.”

He felt the same tight coil building at the base of his spine. He reached beneath her with his free hand and found her clit, circling it in firm, steady strokes that matched the pace of his hips. Kelly’s walls fluttered and clenched around him almost immediately.

The dual sensation pushed them both over the edge at the same moment. She came with a long, muffled cry into the sheets, her body locking down around his cock in powerful, rhythmic pulses. The tight, milking pressure dragged Torin with her. He buried himself to the hilt and spilled deep inside her, hips jerking through the waves of release while her orgasm continued to squeeze every drop from him.

They stayed locked together for a long time after, bodies still joined, his cock softening but still buried deep inside her, the wet heat of her pussy clinging to him like it didn’t want to let go. Sweat slicked their skin. The sheets under them were a mess—damp, twisted, smelling of sex and skin. Torin’s weight covered her completely, chest to chest, his face buried against the side of her neck while their breathing slowly stopped sounding like they’d just sprinted through hell.

Eventually he eased out. The wet slide made both of them hiss. Thick come followed, dripping down the crack of her ass, soaking into the sheets. He rolled onto his side and pulled her with him so they ended up face to face, legs tangled. Kelly’s thigh draped heavy over his hip, open, unashamed. Her fingers started tracing lazy patterns across his chest—over the sweat, the muscle, the occasional scar—like she was mapping him while her body still hummed.

The room was quiet except for the gradual slowing of their breath and the soft, filthy sound of her fingers sliding over damp skin. His cock rested heavy against her thigh, still half-hard, shiny with her and him mixed together. Every few seconds her pussy clenched around nothing and another slow trickle of come slipped out of her.

She didn’t speak for a while. Just looked at him. Studied the way his mouth looked after he’d been kissing her like he wanted to eat her whole, the way his eyes stayed dark and focused even in the come-down. Her free hand drifted lower, fingertips brushing the base of his cock, smearing their mess around like she was proud of it.

Then she lifted her eyes fully to his. “Do you want my anal virginity?”

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