FK Day 11 - You want her

You decide to tell the truth.

It’s still raining, and it’s dark outside now.

Amelie’s bed squeaks quietly, but the squeaking is still quieter than her sighs of pleasure. Her hands grip the bedframe and you’re on top of her nude form, too overwhelmed by her beauty and sexiness to think about being classy or what you’re doing.

You thrust urgently, panting and pushing your face into her bosom, pressing your hips forward so hard like you can go even farther into her hot depths. You lift your face up to see her looking at you, her breasts swaying with your rhythm in the dim room.

You impulsively reach out and touch her face, then press forward and kiss her. She kisses you back, only lightly, but you feel an exhalation from her when you shove in hard. You try not to sound too pathetic as you thrust faster until you finally wrap your arms around her body and let it out inside.

She’s patient as always, playing with your hair as a minute later your cock is still twitching and throbbing inside her, painfully spurting out a few last drops. Her hands slide down your sweaty back to your quivering buttocks, then back up to stroke your hair as you pant into her chest.

You finally come back to reality and look at her.

“Do you feel better?” she asks, her fingertip under your chin.

“Yes,” you groan. “Oh.” You sigh and slip off her, but stay close and cozy, your face next to hers. “I can think again.”

“Your mind is clear?”

“Yes.” You want to kiss her.

“Then you know it’s rude to leave a mess?” There’s a little smile on her face.

Right… manners. You almost laugh. You haven’t forgotten who’s in charge. You roll back on top of her, then move down her body, under the covers, spreading her legs. Your cum oozes generously out of her, but you have your instructions.

It’s gratifying that she makes a little more noise when you use your mouth on her, tasting her sweet juices and your own flavor as you run your tongue over every inch of her down there, slurping and nipping with your teeth.

“Mmm,” she says, and her hands snake under the covers to steer your head. She didn’t finish during intercourse, but you are determined to make it happen here. You wrap your lips around her clit and circle it with flicks of your tongue under her thighs squeeze your head and she hisses through her teeth.

You keep sucking until she’s through it… then take the risk of climbing back up share a sticky kiss. She allows it. She doesn’t say anything after that, and you know better than to try to talk. It’s getting late.

Nestled in her arms, up against her perfect body, you drift into a deep, perfect sleep.

Only to wake up when you hear the click of the door.

Puzzled and groggy, you open your eyes to see… Amelie at the door, and someone outside. Someone blonde. The blonde hands something to Amelie, like a small, silver case. Amelie takes it and shuts the door. She puts it down, then comes back to bed.

You’re so sleepy that you don’t think, it just feels good when she slips in beside you again. You drift off happily.