Wind Therapy - A.J. Downey Page 0,24

her soft features as she lost herself in the sensation of my cock deep inside of her.

Shit, that had to be one of the most gorgeous sights I had ever laid eyes on. The way her attitude, ever present and worn like a shield, just seemingly fell away in this moment as she rolled her hips and moved me inside of her, touching off the subtle glow of pleasure like the sun, just beginning to peek over the horizon.

The sensations played across her face, communicated in the sound of her gentle, gasping moans as she worked herself up, and I loved it. I couldn’t stop touching her, hands skimming lightly over her soft flesh as she grew so wet with her pleasure.

I let my eyes close, just concentrating on the feel of being inside of her, the feel of her wrapped around me, of her hot, slick walls pressing tightly against my shaft, milking me, begging me to fill her up until her cup ran over. I bit my bottom lip savagely to try and hold off, but goddamn, it was hard, and this was going to be way too quick.

I knew I had better do something about it, or I was going to come first and that was just plain unacceptable. So I licked the pad of my thumb, delving it between our bodies, and teased at her clit.

She sucked in a sharp breath, cried out in surprise, and lost her even cadence for just a moment. I felt my balls contract, tightening up, that familiar pressure building at the base of my shaft, like it was going to come from the base of my spine, that first blush of warning, of pleasure, curling up from my belly in a wash across my chest as I got close and closer still.

“That’s it, baby,” I whispered as her mouth dropped open, working in a silent gasp as she got tighter around me. Tight and tighter still, I almost couldn’t take it until with a final shout, a shocked and surprised little cry, she jerked above me, collapsing over my chest as her orgasm shook her.

I thrust up into her hard as my own release overtook me, and I rode the waves of pleasure that ensued. Both of us gasping, both of us washing up onto the other’s shore, motionless and weak except for the involuntary muscle spasms that rocked each of us to our very cores.

I put my arms around her and held onto her, as much to protect her in this vulnerable moment as to protect myself. I held her down tight to my body while the pleasure wracked us both and I held on for dear life.

We came back from the brink, each of us on our own personal journey, and we took our time doing it.

“Wow,” was the first word she managed to utter between the warm, panting breaths that swept my shoulder.

I laughed, a short expression of sound between my own panting deep breaths and stroked my hands over her skin.

She went to sit up, but I held her fast.

“Not yet,” I declared, and she tensed but after a time, slowly, her muscles unclenched, and she allowed her body to drape beautifully over mine.

I couldn’t see her beautiful face, her head turned and nestled on the pillow beside mine. I loved how her soft, lush form pressed me back into the softness of my bed. I kissed her shoulder lazily and kept running my hands lightly over her exposed skin, pleased when she shuddered against me, her delicate little pussy twitching light little aftershocks around my cock.

“Can I get up now?” she asked stiffly after a few minutes more and I couldn’t tell you how disappointed I was.

“Sure,” I answered, not about to hold her against her will or anything.

I sucked in a sharp breath as she got up, letting me slip from her body.

“Mm.” She closed her eyes and froze as she kneeled beside me, savoring the sweet sensation between her legs, that final blush and glow of pleasure as we parted.

I knew, because I was doing the same damn thing over here.

“Fuck, you’re hot,” I said, and her eyes flicked open, wide, and deep, the brown kissed with that edge of sweet honey turned in my direction to take me in.

“You too,” she said after a moment and I almost felt like that surprised her somehow.

“Yeah?” I asked.

“Uh-huh,” she murmured.

“Can I get a kiss?” I asked.

She didn’t hesitate, just kneeled up beside me and