9 comments/ 24065 views/ 7 favorites BBW's First Orgasm By: AussieBBW Disclaimer -- This story is not intended to offend anyone or mimic any situation. If this story upsets you please leave this page now. If this story is considered stolen or plagiarized please inform me and produce evidence to support your claim. Otherwise please enjoy this story and feel free to comment or criticize as this is my first submission. Thank you. * Glancing around the bar I was met by the same looks from the same plain women that I had seen in here a hundred times before. Don't get me wrong, there were quite a few that I'm sure could light my fire given the chance, but they just weren't what I was looking for. I should explain. When I was 16 I did a student exchange and got placed in a small town South of Dublin, Ireland. Greystones awoke my love of a thick Irish woman, and since I live in Alberta, Canada, these lush ladies are definitely in short supply. I'm now 28, still living in Alberta near my tribe and still looking for a woman that peaks my interest. Oh I'm also a 7th generation Siksika Indian. My name's Beau White. I'm still in pretty good shape rounding 30 and I stand at over 6'7 with black hair that falls past the middle of my back. I keep it tied up and usually don blue jeans and a black tee. Simple. I often come to Patrick's Bar, it's an Irish influenced bar in the middle of Alberta. I'm quite the regular, but then so is mostly everyone that you see at Patrick's. I found this place in my early 20's in the hopes that I'd find the woman I'd been longing for, for so long. But no luck. So here I was, on a cold November night, sitting at my same chair at the bar, drinking my Guinness and watching the regulars find some girls to take home, screw and forget about the next day. Shaking my head I was seriously thinking of going home early, and then in walked the most gorgeous redhead I had ever laid eyes on. Standing at about 5'4 on heels, she was short to say the least. This fiery vixen walked in wearing a pair of black jeans, a small black jacket and green halter top that showed off her ample cleavage with a deep v-neckline. Her curly, fire truck red hair hung to about the same length as mine. She was mouthwatering. I hadn't seen her here before. (I would have definitely remembered!) She scanned the bar, looking for a seat and wound up sitting down at a small corner booth after ordering herself a glass of red wine. I could not resist the chance to ogle this fine piece of woman as she sat down. She noticed me after she had settled into her seat and I raised my glass to her and gave my most heartbreaking grin. She smiled back shyly and raised her glass to me. She looked away, I didn't. I couldn't. She kept glancing back and smiling that timid smile before she blushed like mad. After about 15 minutes I just couldn't take it anymore, finished my drink and made my way over to introduce myself. (A guy's at least got to try right?) On my way over to her, I tried to think up some smart line to impress her, but by the time I got there, I had drawn a blank and just ended up blurting out my name then looking completely embarrassed. She had a giggle at this and then in the sexiest accent I had heard in 12 years she said "Well Hi Beau, I'm Theia, yes, like the titan." And flashed me an alluring grin. I bit back a laugh as I tried to remember my mythology but I guess I was asleep for all of high school. "I saw you sitting all by yourself and thought you might like someone to keep you company, unless of course you're waiting for somebody?" Please don't be, I thought. "No, I'm not waiting for anybody, please, take a seat." So I did. Not right next to her but within arms reach of her creamy skin. Over the span of the night we talked about everything under the sun. Politics, religion, her heritage, my heritage, the weather. Whatever came to mind really. Theia was incredibly easy to talk to and I could feel myself opening up to her almost immediately. She was also delectable, I was rock hard just looking at her face. I didn't want to see the rest of her as I knew I would not have been able to control myself. This voluptuous beauty was making me ache and I could only imagine what she would feel like beneath me as I rode her nice and slow. At about 2 we heard Pat call last drinks and the lights went up to make sure there was no one still passed out under the bar. We ourselves had had our fair share of drinks between us, and the rosy colour in her cheeks told me she was at least tipsy. I didn't want the night to end, so hopeful, I asked her back to my house to have a few more. She quite shyly agreed. Pat called us a cab and we waited inside to avoid the freezing November conditions. Once it arrived we got our coats and I held the door for her. (Like a gentleman!) After I told the cab driver where I lived, I settled back and couldn't help but smile at her, she was definitely one sexy woman! Back at my place after I finally got the door open and we defrosted, I got us some red wine and sat down with her on the sofa and we listened to the quiet music I had put on to help break the ice. We chatted and laughed for about another hour before I finally plucked up the courage to kiss this curvy goddess. Her full lips were sweet and a deep pink from the cold. I pulled back and noticed the honey colour of her eyes, lighter than brown and full of passion. I went to capture her lips again before she stopped me. "Beau, I can't do this to you, it wouldn't be right." "What wouldn't?" She went suddenly red and a pain filled her eyes, she pulled away from me. "You can tell me anything Theia, you can trust me." Unsure, she took a deep breath and said "Okay. You see the thing is, I've only been with a few guys and it's because they all left me, Because I never had an orgasm with any of them." I was shocked. How could it be that no one had ever given this lush woman what she should have? "And what makes it worse is that, I'm extremely attracted to you, I've always been attracted to Native Americans, that's why I moved here from Kilarney." I pulled her bag off her shoulder and put it back where it was on the floor. Then I turned her to face me and I captured her lips with mine and crushed her body to mine, her large breasts against my chest and her curves against my hipbones. I pulled back to look down at her flushed face. "If you want to leave I won't stop you, I can't promise you that I'll give you your first, but I can promise that you won't leave unsatisfied." Indecision danced across her face, so I kissed her again, wildly and possessively. I pulled away again and brushed a thumb across her flushed lip. "I'll stay." Thrilled, I picked her up and held her against me as I kissed her fiercely, this time I didn't pull away, instead I tangled my hand in those curls like I had wanted to do since I first saw her. She pulled back this time, breathless and with a shocked look on her face. "No one's ever picked me up before." I could understand what she meant, but with my physique it was nothing to me, so I picked her up again and walked upstairs with her, her arms wrapped tightly around my shoulders the entire time. I stopped at the doorway to my bedroom to steal a kiss, before I set her down on my black bedspread and went to get some essentials. "Where are you going?" "Just to get some things to help you loosen up, make yourself comfortable, but don't start without me." I winked at her before gathering massage oil, candles and the rest of the wine to bring back. When I got back she had removed her shoes and jacket and was cruising through my cd collection. I set up the candles and poured her some wine, before I came up behind her and moved her hair aside to sample the creamy soft skin of her neck. I placed one hand on her supple waist while the other held her hair back. She smelled divine. Like patchouli and French vanilla. She leaned back against me and cradled my head to her neck while I kissed her there. "Would you mind if I massaged you?" I whispered in her ear before taking a cheeky nip at her lobe. "Sure I guess, I've never had a massage before." What was wrong with her previous lovers? They were fools! Slack, lazy fools! I turned her and kissed her again then led her over to the side of the bed, I pulled the covers back and then untied her halter and pulled it over her head. ARG, this woman was so luscious. There she stood in black jeans and a strapless black bra barely containing her incredible E breasts. She pulled my tee over my head and looked at me with absolute awe before dragging her nails lightly over my six pack. (I guess she liked it!) We embraced and kissed again, and I undid her jeans and slid them down her large shapely legs, then took mine off and kicked them aside. So there we were. Theia in matching black lace panties and strapless bra and me in boxer briefs that were doing nothing at all to hide my excitement. Her bright red hair was even brighter when it was contrasted against her pale white skin and at a size 20 she held her weight in all the right places. Shapely arms, thick juicy thighs, lush ample breasts, a slightly rounded tummy and a brilliant bubble butt. I almost came just looking at her. I got her to lie down on my bed on her stomach and made sure she was comfortable before I kneeled on the bed beside her and undid her bra which she pulled out from under her, then collected her long hair and twirled it to lie beside her. She had a few odd freckles on her back. They just suited her, and made her even cuter (If that was possible!). I picked up the bottle of massage oil and poured some on my hands, put the bottle back and started rubbing her smooth and sexy back. Her skin was cashmere soft and felt amazing under my hands. I kneaded away at her back, sliding my hands over her shoulders, her neck all the way down to the curve of her back and the top of her panties, delighting in the feel of her. She shifted a little and I heard her sigh a little. I smiled to myself at that and after about 20 minutes I couldn't take it anymore, as I rubbed her back, I leant down and started kissing her neck and began to slide my hands down her sides and arms, then her back again. When I got to her panties this time, I dragged the back of my hand across her bubble butt and started to massage her calves, one by one, then up and when I got to her thighs I heard her sigh again, (although that one could have definitely be mistaken for a moan!). I slid myself back up her body and back to her neck, as I continued to rub down her sides I whispered for her to turn over. She did and I finally got a look at those lush breasts. True to form they were full and heavy with pink peaks that were now hard little nubs, and the right one had a silver bar through it. I kissed her passionately again as I began to massage her front. I started at her shoulders, and then slid my hands down to her full, plump breasts. They were quite the handful, even for my large hands, but they were deliciously soft and I could feel her tight nipples under my palm. I rolled the left one between my thumb and forefinger, and then the right, delighting in the way she moaned softly into my mouth. I left her mouth to kiss and lick my way down to her sumptuous breasts, taking the left between my lips, and teeth, gently nibbling as I felt her wriggle beneath me and when I looked up I saw her eyes were closed and she was biting her bottom lip. After I had savoured her left breast, I moved on to the right, and continued my assault of pleasure on her body. I felt Theia shift slightly and run her hand over the back of my head where she pulled out the tie that was holding my hair back, then she ran her fingers through it and moved some of it to lie across her bare stomach, she seemed to be delighting in the feel of it tickling her there. I smiled then kissed her again before continuing my way down her ambrosial body, licking, teasing. When I got to her black panties I sat back on my heels and stared down at her scrumptious pale form, flushed from excitement and anticipation. I lowered myself a little so I could run a finger down her slit through her panties, teasing her, enjoying the way her body moved when she jumped a little. I hooked my fingers in the sides of her panties and slid them down her smooth, sexy legs, off her feet and then dropped them down beside the bed. I looked down at the center of her body and the small patch of curls that resided there, she was so wet and inviting that I could not wait any longer. I slid myself down and nudged her legs open, I watched as her breathing quickened when she felt my warm breath on her thighs. I slid a finger just inside her large lips and moved it from the top all the way down to her hot little rosebud. I heard her gasp a little and then kissed her thigh before taking her into my mouth. She tasted of heaven, and she was so hot and wet. I heard her moans and felt her grinding gently against me. I lifted her knees so I could slide my arms under her hips and pull her in closer to me. I licked and taunted her, alternating between long strokes of my tongue from her puckered little arsehole to her sensitive clit and then dipping my tongue as far into her hot little hole as I could go to just nibbling away at her cheeky little clit. I slipped a finger in her hot little pussy and she moaned quite loudly and arched her back. I kept going and she was just getting wetter and wetter, I stopped or else I would have exploded right then and there. I gave one last long lick before I stood up next to the bed and watched as her breathing calmed a bit. I took my boxers off to reveal my throbbing shaft. She looked over and her eyes bulged, she sat up looking completely shocked. "Oh Beau, you're huge compared to any guy I've been with." She actually looked a little scared as she reached out to take my huge member into her hands. She inspected all of my 10 inches with her smooth hands. Her skin was so light against my deep hazelnut complexion. She looked up at me with her honey coloured eyes and the cutest smile played at the edge of her lips as she kissed the purplish tip and then took about 3 inches into her mouth. This woman had some talent, my head rolled back, my knees became weak and my balls tightened almost instantly as she worked the rest of me with her hand while her mouth did a number on the end of my shaft. This was it, she was too much for me. "Oh god, I'm going to cum." She just began working harder, swirling her tongue around the tip and sucking with all she had, while her hand worked like crazy. I shot the biggest load of my life and she swallowed every drop then cleaned me off and sucked me until I was hard again. I was damn near falling over. I had to stop her before I blew another load, I wanted this one to last a bit. So I laid down on the bed beside this curvy queen and gathered her into my arms, kissing her wildly, I wanted her with such a passion. She ran her fingers up my arms and tangled them in my hair. I pushed her onto her back and parted her thighs, then lowered myself until I could slide my hard cock up and down her pussy lips, getting us both nice and wet. I kissed her and my hair fell around us both as I slid my hard member inside her. Theia was so tight! It felt as though she had never even had sex, and by the look on her face I could tell her last lover must have been less than half my size. With a small whimper she looked up at me as if to say go slow, but I had no intention of rushing. I laid down to let my weight do the work, sinking my cock further into her, nice and easy. Once I met her hilt I kept still for a while, letting her get used to the feel. "I've never been so full before Beau." As she got control of her breathing, I kissed her deeply and began to move my hips gently, rocking back and fourth with her. I felt her nails clawing at my back and her hand keeping me close to her as we kissed. I began to move a little more and she broke our kiss to moan while staring at me intently. She looked so beautiful like this, untamed, full of unbridled lust. I watched her pleasure as she leant her head back, moaning in ecstasy. Her delectable curves felt like pure heaven against my skin. I slid my arms under her and held her to me as I rolled onto my back. "No I'm too heavy to be on top Beau." "Are you kidding me? You feel perfect there." I winked at her then kissed her gently and I continued to move my hips beneath her, watching how she closed her eyes more tightly when I made sharp short thrusts. When I stopped my hips and kissed her once more, she sat up, causing me to go deeper in her than before. She steadied herself on her hands on my chest, once she was again accustomed to my size she began to move a little, lifting herself up and down my shaft, her head rolling back while she did so. I placed my hands just above her hips and held her still while I lifted my hips to meet hers, soon we were moving faster than she could take and she fell down onto me, breathing heavily. I laughed at this, a deep throaty laugh before brushing her hair back from her forehead and placing a kiss there. I rolled with her again, so that I was on top of her, but I didn't begin moving straight away. "So how am I doing Chief?" She teased. "You're divine, I could lay here just like this all night long." I smiled. We began kissing again and I pulled almost completely out of her and then slid quickly back in. She had a fistful of my hair and she began moaning against my lips as I rode her and she wrapped her thick legs around my narrow hips. Urging me to move faster, so I did. Her moans sounded like something you'd hear from angels and I have to admit, I wasn't exactly quiet. I slowed a little to slip my hands to the small of her back, where I held her there as I moved to sit up on the bed with her in my lap. She felt so delicate there, fragile. We began to move together and she once again let her hand get lost in my long black locks. I left my hands on her hips to help us move together. She began to move faster against me and her left hand joined her right in my hair. Short, sharp breaths followed short kisses and it felt like she was close. "Feel good baby?" but she only replied with a moan and more sharp breaths. I placed my right hand between our bodies and began to stroke her as we thrust against each other, she moved even faster and her grip in my hair tightened but I didn't mind, I watched her face as she moaned louder and louder, until she finally did something she'd never done before, she started shaking all over and moaning uncontrollably as I gave her, her first orgasm. It was wild, hard, loud and sexy as hell! While she was still in the midst of her climax I laid her back down and quickened my strokes until I joined her in her bliss. I rested with almost my full weight on her. With her eyes closed, her breathing was still sketchy and she was shaking like a leaf. I laid myself next to her and pulled her close into me and rubbed her back until she stopped shaking. She opened her eyes and looked up at me and then went bright red. "I can't believe I just did that." "Isn't it a good thing? I thought you were amazing." "You did?" She asked with a smile. "Without a doubt and this will definitely not be the end of this relationship." "What do you mean?" "I mean, I'm going to date you. And you definitely won't be short of nights like this." BBW's First Orgasm Ch. 02 This is a sequel to BBW's First Orgasm. It's not necessary to read that first but you'll get little details make more sense. ------------------------------------- 7.56. Perfect, I'm late. I think to myself as I walk into my cosy little house in Melbourne, Australia. It's late November and the erratic Melbourne weather is just as it should be. This time of the evening is quiet, peaceful. After such a long day at work all I want is to find my Irish beauty and cuddle up on the couch, but she's not anywhere to be found. "Theia?" No answer. I walk through the entryway and into the kitchen. There's a plate for me in the oven, I can smell her wonderful cooking even with the door shut tight. I sigh as I turn the oven off. I'm not really hungry just yet. Turning around, I pull a wine glass out of the overhead and pour myself some red. Taking a sip my eyes wander over to the window that looks out over the backyard. The garden and undercover area. That's when I see my girl. Lounging back in a cane chair. This is one of the rare occasions I cherish. It's like her complete oasis, just staring off into the garden, with a matching glass of wine in her right hand, just resting on her thigh. Now when I say it's a rare occasion, it's because she's not dressed up, she's not trying to impress me, after 7 months together. She's at peace, dressed in her faded blue jeans, and her favourite beat up peasant shirt. Her hair is in a lazy plait, lying down the side of her neck and down her arm, loose hairs flailing madly around her face. Her feet are bare, and I can see her rose gold coloured toenails. The real treasure is that she's not wearing makeup. Just natural, and beautiful as ever. Her favourite routine to do of a morning is apply her eye makeup. So it's a rarity to see her without it. But it's no loss, she never needs it. Well, I don't think she does. After taking a sip of her wine, she allows her head to loll back, revelling in the late sun and the cool breeze. The vibrant red of her hair can only be concocted in a mixing bowl at her work. Hairdresser extraordinaire by day, country/folk singer by night. Although I like to think of her as 'Mine' by night. She has a few tics. Just cute little mannerisms for her moods. Like how she plays with her snake bites when she's playing a story in her mind. Or the way she fiddles with her nails when she's deep in thought. I mention this because I can see her playing with the studs in her lip while her head is lazed back, calm and collected. Then her mouth turns up at one corner. She must have something good on her mind. I feel myself smiling as I watch her. Finally watching is just not enough anymore. I set down my glass and make my way outside. Quietly enough so that Theia doesn't't hear me until I'm just behind her. She smiles absently without opening her eyes. I run my hand from her forehead to under her chin, feather light barely touching. It's sort of our thing. My finger sits idly under her chin before pressing my lips to hers in a soft kiss. She hums approvingly against me. As I pull away her big, honey coloured eyes glance up at me lovingly. I've always loved her eyes. Too light to call brown and too warm to be hazel. Honey. Perfect. "Long day?" She asks. I just laugh. "It just got a whole lot better." She bites down on her bottom lip before slipping her hand up to tangle in my mop of long, black hair. After setting her glass down her right hand joins her left in my hair and she pulls me in for another kiss, longer, deeper, and passionate. This time when I pull away we're both a little breathless, as I brush my thumb over her flushed, parted lips. Full and rosy pink. She grins up at me and this time when she pulls me back to her lips, I slip my arms down, one under her lush, plump thighs and the other around her waist, pulling her up onto my hips effortlessly as we kiss in the fading afternoon light. I walk into the house, her legs wrapped around my waist. Her ample chest flush with mine. I harden almost instantly, straining under the fabric of my suit pants. I slide the door shut with my foot and hike her up a little on my hips, making her breath hitch as she trails sweet lips down my neck. I hum approvingly against her temple, pressing a kiss there before walking up to our room. She's already got candles going. They always seem to be burning in our house. I can smell her favourite Ebony wood and Patchouli. It's her all over. I lay her down on the bed and blanket her voluptuous form with my hard, muscled one. We kiss slowly and deep, for a long while, lazy lips brushing and pulling away when bruised from overuse. Her breathing is fast and heavy, eyes hooded and cheeks flushed. Parted lips beckoning me back to her. I let out a low growl when she nips at my neck then quickly licks away the sting. I flip us over and sit up with her in my lap, taking in her natural beauty while my hand plays idly at the base of her neck. I make mental notes of all her features. Her button nose dusted with caramel freckles, rosy cheeks, the matching studs in her full, pink bottom lip, the cupids' bow of the matching top lip, and her eyes. Such incredible treasures, swirling honey with tiny flecks of bright green that one could only see this close up. Full thick lashes that frame eyes so incredible, they should be illegal. I slide my thumb down her jawbone, down her neck and past her collarbone, flattening my palm across her chest, feeling her heartbeat speed up each time I glare up at her. She licks her lips as her hands tug my head back a little, her hands always tangled in my long black hair. I love it when she gets possessive and eager. And when she grinds her hips down against me, slow and languid, I almost cry from the sheer pleasure in that one action. She claims my lips again, pulling me closer, breathing me in. I hold her as close as I can without melting into her, if that were possible it would of happened so long ago. I slide my hands up the back of her shirt, feeling her warm skin, she's always like a walking furnace. It's endearing though, lovely. Her shirt rides up and I quickly pull it over her head, not to break the connection for too long. I slide my hands back up her sides and catch on her bra, suddenly needing to feel all of her skin, I flick the clasp and pull it from her, and she whines in protest when she realizes she needs to release her grip on my hair. I chuckle a little before dropping it too on the floor. She knows where this is right now, popping the buttons on my dress shirt very fast to reveal my broad chest to which I pull her against shortly after. I hiss at the sudden contact and the contrast. Muscles and curves. She moans her appreciation of my chest and then giggles as I suckle the hollow between her collarbones. Her laugh is my favourite sound, it's light and charming. I realize she's missing something though, and I pull the tie from her plait to let loose her bright red curls. She combs her hand through them and they fall pleasantly down her back and over her shoulder and chest, tickling my skin. Perfect, I think to myself. I slide my hands down into the back of her jeans now, cupping her ample derriere and causing her to grind further into me. And in turn, eliciting a moan from the both of us. "Too much." I growl in the back of my throat, lifting her to the ground as I stand up, shedding my suit pants and underwear before ridding her of hers as well. Almost tripping us both up when her jeans tangle at her feet. We fall to the bed laughing before she kicks them off the rest of the way. Her eyes light up with laughter just before turning dark and hungry. I watch as she licks her lips and slides her fingers back into my hair. I grin at her before turning to pin her to the bed with my hips, loving her cat like sigh at the sudden full body contact. "What do you want, baby?" I ask huskily against her neck. I slide my hand down her body, lifting mine to make way as my hand trails down all her smooth, pale skin, dotted with caramel freckles. I stroke all of her as I make my way down, stopping at the juncture of her thighs, heat radiating up towards my hand and body. I can feel how wet she is for me just by running one finger down her slit. "Is this what you want?" I grin as I slide one long finger right inside her, causing her to arch her back and let out an almighty moan. She just nods desperately and pouts like a child when I pull my hand away, making me laugh. She looks at me with a confused glare as I stand and pull her up against my chest. I kiss her then, it's dizzying and lustful, and I know she would stand here forever given the chance. Instead I just back her against the wall, causing her to look up at me with confusion in her big doe eyes all over again. I grin smarmily and take her hands, pulling them over my shoulders where they instinctually go to thick strands of black hair there. That's when I hoist her up onto my hips, getting a shocked gasp in the process. She just looks at me with adoration and disbelief. I know she knows exactly what I'm thinking, after all, this is her biggest fantasy, she just never thought she would get to live it out. I brace her against the wall, holding her up with an ease she doesn't believe. "We can't, it will be too much." She breathes against my chin. "You're never too much for me, baby." I whisper to her before claiming her lips and then sliding right into her hot centre, swallowing her cry of pleasure against my lips. I still for a moment, to bask in this. Here is my girl, spread in front of me, surrounded by me, filled up with me. She's just staring down, with something like adoration on her beautiful face. I bring my lips to hers, pressing them together in a long, deep kiss and I feel her melt against me, as her knees tighten around my hips. There's no space between us, not even air can fit between our bodies, pressed flush together as I begin to move against her, pulling almost out completely before sliding right back in, deep as possible. Her grip in my hair becomes increasingly tight but I just can't bring myself to care, this is what she has wanted for so long and the look on her face is enough to make me forget all about the sting. I slide my right hand up her flank, just to her ribs while my left keeps her pinned to the wall along with my body. I angle my thrusts a little and hit that spot inside her on every other stroke, wonderful sounds pushing themselves past her lips. I press my lips to her throat when her head lolls back, feeling the rumble of her moans against her skin. I lave at her collarbones, and suck small bruises into her neck, all the while feeling her pleasure build more and more. Just as beads of perspiration begin to form at her temple, I stop thrusting, to press a kiss there, then hike her up on my hips before taking her hands and tangling our fingers together. I pin our tangled hands above her head before capturing her lips for a kiss that honestly, has got to be in our top five of all time. I let go of her hands to cup her cheek in my palm, deepening our already impressive kiss, before moving my hips again, swallowing her moans once again, breathing her in, while her grip returns to my shoulders and she rakes a hand down my back, sweat stinging the marks left behind. I slip my arm around the small of her back, pulling her from the wall just a little, supporting all of her weight. I can feel her clinging to me like she will fall but the action is quickly forgotten in favour of kissing me with a gusto. I can feel her getting closer and closer but then I change the angle again by sliding one arm under her knee and watching the complete awe on her face as her climax comes on the second stroke in this position. I watch as she shudders and stiffens, her screams muffled by my skin while I thrust up into her, letting her ride it out for as long as possible before going lax and boneless in my arms, falling against me as she comes down. She kisses me between breathy gasps as I too, find my own release deep inside of her, and an almighty shout comes from deep in my chest. I pant into her neck, hips twitching a little with aftershocks. I feel her sigh happily as she strokes my hair and back lovingly, holding me while I come down too. I lift my head to kiss her while I hold her tight against me, walking to the bed and lying down together, not yet ready to lose the connection we share. I'm not quite done with her yet. As I finally pull out, she whines a little at the loss, but she doesn't have time to mourn before I slide two fingers right back inside of her and massage her gspot with unrelenting pressure. She stares at me with wide eyes and ruby lips parted around a choked moan as my thumb strokes her oversensitive clit all the while my fingers work deftly inside of her. I kiss and nip at her jaw and open mouth while I work her up all over again, and it's not long before she's writhing beneath me, just a passionate and wild woman of want. I feel her tense up and watch her release all over again, shaking, screaming, clawing at my arms and shoulders all the while clenching down around my fingers like a vice. I stroke her through it until she has to push my hand away when she becomes too sensitive. Her breaths are coming in short, sharp bursts and I cant help but think she looks so beautiful like this. Unbridled lust and want, cheeks rosy from exertion, honey eyes half lidded, lips red and plump from overuse and vivid hair fanned all around her. It seems she still has enough energy to pull me down for an intense kiss, stealing my breath from me and earning me a moan from her. I mangle the blankets out from under us and she snuggles into my chest, giggling a little before piping up. "Long day?" I smile, mostly to myself when she mimics her question from earlier, before wrapping my large arms around her and settling into it. "It just got a whole lot better."