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By *ikeEx OP Man 15 weeks ago
Near Alfreton, Derbyshire |
Mike's fingers traced the curve of Candy's hip, the familiar terrain of her body a comfort against the dim hotel room light. Travel had been rough on her today—the flight delays, the endless sitting in the cramped airline seat—despite the upgraded tickets he'd insisted on. He'd watched her wince as she'd risen from the car, that familiar tightening around her jaw that told him more than words could. Now, though, here in this quiet space, the tension was beginning to melt away under his steady touch.
He shifted, his knee parting her thighs gently, and the air between them changed, thickened with anticipation. His cock, heavy and hard, nudged against her slick folds. The first contact was always a jolt—a spark that shot through her entire system. Candy sucked in a breath, her back arching just slightly off the mattress. It wasn't pain, not this, but the sheer, overwhelming promise of it.
Then he began to press inside.
It wasn't a sudden invasion, but a slow, deliberate claiming. The head of his cock stretched her entrance, a burning, exquisite pressure that made her toes curl. Her body, knowing him, knowing this, yielded. There was that moment of resistance, the tight ring of muscle giving way, and then the first inch of him slid home. The sensation was a dizzying fullness, a stretching that bordered on too much but stopped just shy, leaving her hovering in that perfect, agonising space.
"Easy," Mike murmured, his voice a low rumble against her ear. His hand steadied her hip, holding her still as he pushed deeper.
Each inch was a new wave of sensation. The thick veined texture of him dragging against her sensitive inner walls, a friction that was pure electricity. She could feel her own heat, her wetness welcoming him, coating him. The depth of it stole her breath—the way he filled every empty space inside her, pressing against that secret spot deep within that made her vision sparkle at the edges. Her internal muscles clenched around him, an involuntary spasm of pleasure that made him groan low in his throat.
Finally, he was seated fully inside her, his hips flush against hers. The fullness was absolute, a grounding weight that settled some restless part of her soul. She was stretched to her limit, impaled on him, and it was the safest, most decadent feeling in the world. He held himself there for a moment, letting her adjust, letting her body remember the shape of him.
"Okay?" he asked, his breath warm on her neck.
Candy could only nod, a soft, broken sound escaping her lips. She was completely present in her body, every nerve ending alight with the feeling of him—his heat, his hardness, the sheer undeniable presence of him filling her. This was their language, this silent, profound connection.
Then he began to move.
Slowly at first, drawing out almost completely before pushing back in, the return journey a devastatingly perfect slide. The drag of his cock against her clit's internal roots with each retreat and plunge was enough to make her teeth ache. Her hips rose to meet his, a desperate, instinctual rhythm building between them. The room filled with the slick, wet sounds of their joining, the soft slap of skin against skin, and their mingled breaths.
Mike shifted his angle slightly, and the head of his cock rubbed directly against that sensitive bundle of nerves on her front wall. A guttural cry tore from Candy's throat. The pleasure was almost violent, a sharp, intense spike that had her seeing stars. Her body tightened, her thighs trembling as the coil of orgasm began to wind itself impossibly tight in her belly.
"That's it," Mike growled, his movements becoming more purposeful, more demanding. He angled his thrusts to hit that spot again and again, a relentless, calculated assault on her senses. "Let go for me, Candy. I want to feel you cum on my cock."
His words were the final spark. The coil snapped. Her orgasm crashed through her with the force of a tidal wave. It started deep inside, a powerful clenching around his thickness that rippled outward. Her back bowed, a silent scream caught in her throat as waves of pleasure washed over her, again and again. She could feel her own wetness gushing around him, a hot flood that coated his balls and her thighs. Mike didn't stop moving, drawing out her climax, prolonging it until she was a boneless, trembling mess beneath him.
As the last tremors subsided, he slowed, still buried deep inside her. He kissed her shoulder, her neck, his lips gentle against her sweat-slicked skin. He gave her a moment, waiting for her breathing to even out.
Then, carefully, he pulled out. The sudden emptiness was a shock, a cool void where moments ago there had been such overwhelming fullness. But it wasn't an ending.
Mike's hands were on her again, gentling her, coaxing. "Turn over for me," he whispered. "On your stomach."
Trust was an unspoken currency between them. Candy complied, shifting onto her front, pillowing her head on her arms. She felt his weight settle over her, his knees nudging her thighs apart. There was a moment of anticipation, the cool air on her exposed skin, and then the slick, probing touch of his finger, lubed and gentle, circling the tight pucker of her ass.
A different kind of anticipation coiled in her belly. This was another kind of surrender, another kind of fullness. He worked slowly, his finger pressing inward, breaching that tight ring of muscle. The sensation was strange, a dull pressure that quickly morphed into something else, something darkly pleasurable as he found that sensitive spot inside. He moved in small, careful circles, stretching her, preparing her, loosening her until she was pressing back against his hand, silently begging for more.
He removed his finger, and she felt the blunt, broad head of his cock nudging against her now-slick entrance. This entry was different, more deliberate, more intense. The stretching was sharper, a burning fullness that was more intense, more consuming than the first. He pushed in slowly, giving her time to adjust, to accommodate his size.
The inch-by-inch invasion was breathtaking. It was a deeper, more profound fullness, a pressure that seemed to radiate through her entire pelvis, connecting directly to that sensitive bundle of nerves deep in her core. He filled a part of her that had never been touched this way, a dark, secret place. The sensation was almost too much, a fine line between pleasure and a piercing intensity, but Mike knew her body, knew exactly how far to push.
When he was finally buried to the hilt, she felt utterly possessed, taken in the most fundamental way. The fullness was a deep, grounding pressure, a weight that anchored her to the earth. She felt his heartbeat through the thin wall separating her passages, a steady, reassuring rhythm against her own fluttering pulse.
He began to move, his thrusts slow and deep, a languid, possessive rhythm. Each drag of his cock against her tight walls was a friction that was maddeningly good, a dark, decadent pleasure that coiled deep in her belly. She felt completely open, completely exposed to him, and yet utterly safe in his hands. The sounds he made—low groans, harsh breaths—were a testament to his own pleasure, a feedback loop that amplified her own.
His hand slid around her hip, his fingers finding her clit, still sensitive from her previous orgasm. He began to circle it, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. The dual sensations were overwhelming—the deep, intense fullness in her ass, the sharp, focused pleasure on her clit. It was too much and not enough all at once.
The second orgasm built differently, a slow, deep, inexorable tide rather than a crashing wave. It started in the pit of her stomach, a deep, pulling ache that spread through her limbs. Her toes curled, her hands fisting in the sheets as the tension mounted. Mike's thrusts became harder, more demanding, his fingers on her clit becoming more insistent.
"Cum for me again," he commanded, his voice a raw, gravelly whisper. "I want to feel you clamp down on my cock this time."
His words were the final catalyst. The tide broke. A deep, shuddering convulsion ripped through her, a powerful, rolling orgasm that seemed to start in her bones. Her entire body clenched, her ass squeezing around his thickness with impossible force as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. It was a longer, deeper climax than the first, leaving her utterly drained, every muscle trembling with the aftermath.
Mike's rhythm faltered. With a harsh groan, he slammed into her one last time, his cock pulsing deep inside her. She felt the hot flood of his release, a liquid heat that filled her, marking her from the inside out. It was a primal, claiming act, the final piece of their intimate puzzle.
He collapsed over her, his weight a welcome, grounding pressure, his face buried in the crook of her neck. They stayed like that for a long time, a tangled, sweaty heap, their breathing slowly syncing, their heartbeats gradually calming. The room was silent save for the sound of their recovery, the air thick with the scent of sex and satisfaction.
Finally, he stirred, pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder. "I'll be right back," he murmured, his voice husky.
He eased out of her gently, the departure a slow, careful retreat that left her feeling achingly empty. She heard the sound of the bathroom faucet, then the soft rustle of a towel. A moment later, he was back, the mattress dipping under his weight.
He cleaned her with a warm, damp cloth, his touch impossibly gentle. It was a tender, caring gesture, a stark contrast to the raw intensity of what they'd just shared. It was in these moments, these quiet acts of service, that she felt his love most profoundly.
He tossed the cloth aside and settled back in bed, pulling her into his arms. She cuddled against his chest, her head resting in the hollow of his shoulder, his heartbeat a steady, reassuring drum against her ear. The lingering ache in her back and hips, the familiar companion of her condition, was a distant hum, soothed into insignificance by the profound satisfaction that suffused her entire being.
"You okay?" Mike asked, his fingers stroking her hair.
"Better than okay," she mumbled into his chest, a contented sigh escaping her lips. "Much, much better."
He held her close, a silent, steady presence. In the quiet aftermath, as their bodies cooled and their breathing evened, Candy felt a profound sense of peace. Here, in his arms, she was home. The travel, the pain, the stresses of the day—it all melted away, leaving only this. This connection, this trust, this man. It was enough. It was everything.
Candy decided, whatever her man had done to her, put her in the mood for showing Mike what she knew about herself. reaching for the bullet from the night stand, she waved it in the air like and invitation.. "Watch me" she demanded.
The bullet was turned on, "if i gently rest it here on the top of my clit hood...." the toy vibrated against her "oh... it's so........" Mike watched on, looking at her pussy as the toy was massaging the hood of her clitoris. He could see the delicate tissue flush and swell under the focused stimulation. Her hips gave a small, involuntary roll, seeking more pressure.
"I'm going to cum!" she gasped, the words sharp with surprise and urgency. Mike’s gaze didn't waver. He watched, utterly fascinated, as the orgasm took hold. Her pussy opened, not from his touch, but from its own powerful internal contractions. The inner pink flesh pushed forward, her flower blooming, her vagina dilating as if to welcome an invisible lover. It was a display of pure, unadulterated feminine power. Then, "Shwoosh - the clear jet was expelled from just under her clit, from her urethra, with a force that would have easily covered Mike and saturated him if he was still between her legs. The sight was wonderful to see, the force of her pussy, the pinkness being visible without being opened by anyone's hands." A soft sound of awe escaped him. It was a privilege to witness her like this, so uninhibited, so free.
He watched her chest heave as she came down from the high, a lazy, sated smile gracing her lips. But she wasn't finished. A mischievous glint entered her eyes.
"This time, I'm going to go to the side, a little above my labia, but still pressing a little lower against my clit. But pressing harder."
Pressing harder wasn't the only thing she did. Mike heard the sudden, intense whir of the bullet as she dialed it up. "You've tuned it up...." he started.
"The max, I wish there was another 10 degrees of intensity on this, but the highest will have to do." she replied, her voice strained with concentration as she rubbed and pressed the bullet into herself. The change in her was immediate. Her back arched sharply off the bed, her head thrown back.
"If I do this, it's a more intense orgasm, I feel this through to my ass." She continued, her words barely intelligible between pants. "It's so... oh my fucking god..........." The sound she made was a high-pitched keen of pure, unadulterated pleasure.
As she played, her pussy started to leak thicker fluid, a pearly white that contrasted with the previous clear jets. Her urethra leaked clear juices, but not forcefully this time, a steady, delicious welling of arousal that glistened in the low light. "i'm going to ..... CUUUUUUUUM!!" The curse was ripped from her as another orgasm, more intense than the last, seized her. Her whole body went rigid, a silent, straining cry on her lips as the pleasure overwhelmed her. Mike could only watch, his own body responding to the raw, beautiful spectacle of her release, his heart pounding in his chest with a fierce, protective love. |
