Suddenly, my body convulsed, and the tension released as I came hard. The orgasm roiled through me, sending me into spasms as I moaned in short bursts of sound. He hungrily lapped me up and his hand squeezed into my breast, the hot water of the showerhead beating down on the other, stimulating the nipple with hard drops of hot water. My toes curled as I laid my head back and let the sensation take control, leaving me a quaking, shuddering mess.
Sawyer stood, pressing kisses up my stomach and to my chest until he reached my mouth. The sweet nectar of our combined love mixed in that kiss and he turned me around so I faced the wall. Then he pulled at my hips and I offered myself graciously to him. His thick, warm cock slid over my ass and rested on my lower back as he positioned himself. I wiggled my backside at him, caressing his balls with my cheeks, and it seemed to make him aggressively hungry to be inside me.
Sliding down to my opening, his cock felt like steel, and when he pressed it against my lips, I momentarily worried I wouldn’t be able to take him. But before I could protest, he was sliding inside me, and my body stretched to accommodate him. My jaw fell open and my eyes clenched shut as I tried to delicately balance across the line between ecstasy and tension. The pain of his enormous, thick cock stretching me was only matched by the delirious pleasure it gave me.
My body hummed with overwhelming fulfillment as the joy of his body filling mine enraptured my every thought. He pressed until his cock reached my back wall, and his hands grasped my hips. I placed my palms on the wall of the shower, preparing for his control to be exerted, and when he slammed into me, I cried out. He held himself there before repeating it. Again and again, he thrust deeply into me, and each time, I felt like I was reaching a higher apex of fulfillment.
Then with a massive thrust, he held himself there and curled around me, pulling me up so his lips were by my ears. I tingled at the way his breath brushed across my neck. When he spoke, it was a low, commanding growl that my body instantly responded to.
“Let’s go to bed,” he said.
I reached for the faucet and turned the water off. I was only separated from him for a moment when he reached for me in the shower. I collapsed into his arms and he wrapped a towel around us both as he made his way for the door that led to his bedroom. When it was open, there was just enough light from the bathroom to let him carry me easily to the bed, where he laid me down gently.
I let my arms fall above my head as he climbed onto the bed between my thighs. Curling down between them, I arched my back up and he easily slid back inside. I moaned as he returned to me, completing me. It wasn’t until he was inside me that I noticed how incomplete I felt without him there, and now that he was, I never wanted him to go.
Gently, he rocked into me, our still wet bodies sliding against each other easily, happily. My breasts brushed his muscular chest as his cock buried deep inside me and then slid back out to the tip. Each thrust brought him deeper, and each yip of my voice showed I was closer to another climax. I could feel it building, and I had no intention of holding back. Neither did he. From the look in his eyes, he was nearly there himself.
He sat up on his knees, and again, his eyes wandered over my body as he rhythmically pounded into me. He watched as my breasts bounced and then his hands cupped them. They trailed down to my pussy, where he entered me deeply and pulled back. It seemed to embolden him. His rhythm got faster, harder, and suddenly, I felt like I could barely take any more.
Sawyer curled over me, his fists pressing down into the bed around me while my legs rested on his ankles. He was folding me like a book, and his gorilla-like stance was powerful, protective, and intense. I cried out as the thrusts got harder and our hips slammed into each other. I