This particular night Chris was going at Yvonne pretty hard, and she was reacting passionately. As her screams of desire increased, his excitement grew, responding to her pending climax. As her orgasm hit, she thrashed wildly, she grabbed his hair and her eyes went feral. She barked her explosion at him, her mouth open, face frozen in a frozen mask of paralyzing passion.
Her climax spurred his, and he buried himself deep inside her, basting her insides with several blasts of steaming semen.
As they came back down from their ecstasy, he rolled off her to the side and kissed her neck. "It’s so hot," he whispered, "watching you come. I love it." She squirmed against him, angling her head to give him the sensitive area between her ear and shoulder. He trailed kisses up and down.
"M-mm, nice," she said. "I like to see your face when you cum."
"You made me cum."
"I think your fucking made you cum," she jibed. He could hear the smile in her voice. "You were really giving it to me there,"
"Yeah, that helped," he answered. "But when you came, it made me explode."
"Really?"
He pulled back, and turned her face to his. "Yeah, really," he explained, his eyes searching hers for a jest, and seeing none. "You didn't know? That seeing you cum puts me over the edge?" Her eyes were earnest and sincere and she shook her head.
"No," she responded honestly, "usually I'm a little preoccupied."
"Well, it's true," he said. "Seeing you so excited, so turned on, letting loose, it sends me right over the top."
She nestled into his shoulder, and they drifted off to sleep.
A few nights later, they were beginning to caress and fondle each other as they ignored the television. His hand dropped to her breast and gripped it tightly, and she sighed. She reached for his growing member, stroked it inside his pants, then pushed him back on the sofa, scrabbling at his belt and zipper.
"Are you thinking about it?" she asked as she worked his erect shaft from his pants, "Are you getting excited about watching me cum?" she teased.
"Fuck yeah. It's so hot," he grinned.
"What else?" she asked, pulling his pants and briefs under his ass as he lifted his hips. She pulled them past his knees and settled her face over his crotch, wrapping her slender fingers around his swollen member. She looked up into his eyes, the swelling head at her chin. "What else do you think of? What else gets you excited?"
"Lots of things," he answered nonchalantly as her lips wrapped lovingly around the head of his cock. "What about you?"
And so began a session of teasing and talking as they exchanged ideas, innocent variations they each had imagined and would like to try. She sucked his cock while he said how he liked to see her suck his dick after he fucked her, and taste her own pussy on him. He licked her pussy as she related wanting to see him shoot his cum on her tits, to see it shooting out. He told her he would do that for her if she would do what he wanted. They switched places, and she sat back on the couch, spreading herself, and he moved between her legs. Climbing on top, he slipped his cock inside her, feeling her wet sheath grip him, soaking and welcoming as she groaned.
He held himself up on his arms, looking down into her beautiful face as he stroked inside her. "You like my cock fucking you," he told her, and she nodded. "Your pussy is so wet for me," he added. "I love fucking you."
"Me, too," she affirmed.
"It's so wet," he told her. "Are you gonna suck it for me?"
"Oh, yeah," she cooed. "I want your cock in my mouth."
"Tell me," he commanded, "tell me what you will do."
"I want you to pull your cock out of my pussy and put it in my mouth," she whispered. "I want to taste my hot pussy on your cock. I want to suck the cock that fucked me."
He pushed all the way in, swirled his hips, burying himself inside her. He felt her juices seeping out, soaking his balls. He knew she was getting off on it, just like he was. The thrill was pushing him close, faster than ever before; the mental game inspiring him and driving his arousal. He pulled out, grabbed her hands, and sat her up on the couch, pulling her face to his cock.
She looked up at him, eyes burning with the same excitement he was feeling. She kept her eyes drilled into his as she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the tip. She sucked, and swirled her tongue around it, then pulled off with a wet pop.
"So hot," she cooed. "My cunt is delicious on your cock."
He swooned as she took it back in, sucking him hungrily; eyes closed now, her face wrapped in lust as she sucked her juices off his shaft. He felt his balls tighten, sensed the imminent explosion threatening.
"You're gonna make me cum!" he hissed, "fuck, I'm gonna cum!"
She pulled her mouth off, stroking his shaft, aiming the head at her chest. "Do it, baby, show me that cum. I want to see it shoot out, it’s so hot, shoot it on my tits!"
His head fell backwards and he groaned as his cock exploded. He felt the first blast jet out, heard her moan with appreciation, then looked down to see the second and third blasts launch from his cock, splattering onto her full breasts as she stroked him. She pulled him closer as the smaller pulses oozed from his cock, pressed between her mounds, and she sighed, and rubbed his cock on herself, smearing the fruits of their passion.
The next morning, a Saturday, he was up before her as usual and made coffee, brought her a cup in bed the way she liked. She propped up some pillows and sat against them with her mug, and he sat on the edge of the bed, near her hip. She sipped, and looked at him, and grinned back at his goofy expression.
"What?" she asked.
"Last night," he smiled back broadly.
"Different," she said, still smiling, eyes narrowed. "And fun."
"It was that," he agreed.
"We should do more of that," she offered from behind her mug, eyes smiling.
"Cumming on your tits?"
"That too," she quipped. "but more making each other happy."
"I'm for that."
A few nights later they were in bed; after foreplay he was getting ready to push her legs apart and enter her, but she squirmed away. "I want it from the back," she said, climbing onto her hands and knees and looking back at him over her shoulder. "Doggie."
His eyes bulged wide as he looked at her perfect ass wiggling in his direction. Her knees were wide apart and her pussy glared at him, eager and open. He moved in behind her and slipped the head of his cock to her opening and pressed himself inside her. His groan matched hers.
"O-oh, give it to me, hard," she urged. "It feels different; deeper."
He felt it too, like he was hitting places he hadn't touched inside her before. He grabbed her hips and thrust into her, getting grunts in response. She pushed back onto him. His hands moved to her shoulders and pulled her against him as he thrust, then slid down her slender back, tracing her spine as he pumped himself inside her as her squeals increased. His hands moved to the slender, firm globes of her ass. She lowered her head, arching her stomach down, changing the angle of his penetration.
"I feel your balls," she said from the pillow where her face rested. "They’re banging into my clit."
He looked down to see his cock sliding into her, her pussy wet and stretching around his shaft. With her ass up and legs wide, her cheeks parted and her crinkle peeked at him from its hiding place in her sexy valley.
"It's so hard to resist," he whispered, "you can't imagine how much I want to." His hands caressed her smooth globes.
"What? What's got your attention?"
"Your ass," he told her, and stroked his thumb across the opening. "I want to push my thumb in." He stroked the rubbery wrinkled skin, pressing gently.
"What's stopping you?"
"Are you sure?"
"It excites you, so it excites me. Go ahead; I'm along for the ride. Do it."
He put his thumb into his mouth, wet it, and returned it to her ass. The thrill of newness, of dirty forbidden entry, unknown and kinky, made his head spin as the opening resisted, and relented, and his thumb pushed into the hot channel of her anus.
"Oh, fuck, that's so hot," he uttered, cramming his cock into her.