Rock All Night

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Short of an orgasm, I don’t think I’d felt anything that good my entire life.

First he kissed me, slowly moving his lips over mine, touching my tongue with his.

Then there was the touch of the condom between my legs – and then a beautiful, sensual easing into me that slowly filled me up, pressing insistently against me from the inside out, radiating pleasure in every direction as he slowly entered me, every long, thick inch of him.

I gasped and grasped his ass with my hands.

It’s not that he was enormous – but I’d never felt anyone that big before.

And like I said, short of an orgasm, I’d never felt anything that good before.

I moaned and locked my legs over his delicious calves as he slowly withdrew, then eased inside me again. He arched his body and dropped his head, and used his hands to cup my breasts and bring them closer to his mouth. He sucked on one nipple, then the other, as he moved in and out, a little bit faster, a little bit harder. It was like there was a pulsing line of energy between his mouth on my breast and his cock in my p-ssy, and everything between it just lit up with pleasure.

I gasped and moaned and raked my fingernails across his back as he switched from one breast to the other, massaging me, flicking his tongue over my nipples, sucking, all the while slowly leaving me empty, then filling me up, moving back and forth, bringing me incredible pleasure and then taking it away, then bringing it back just the slightest bit more, edging me further up a mountain toward some glorious peak as he filled me over and over, faster now, harder, more insistent.

Then his mouth was on mine, and his right hand was on my breast, kneading it, pinching my nipple lightly, as he French kissed me, and I could feel his hips change their rhythm – swirling around in a circular motion as he thrust inside me, rocking the thick base of his cock around the lips of my p-ssy, grinding his firm, muscled body into mine, somehow putting glorious pressure on my *, making me swell and get hotter and more delirious and more passionate with each passing second as he drove deeper and deeper inside me.

The contractions started like little taps of water on a drum, then gradually came faster and harder, until the thrumming vibrations were coming one on top of each other, loud and insistent and overwhelming, and I was suddenly about to lose all control.


“Oh my God, Derek, oh my God, I’m coming, I’m coming again,” I half-moaned, half-gasped, as I clasped at his arms and his back and his neck, and thrust my hips against his.

“Oh f*ck, oh f*ck, oh fuuuuck – ” he grunted and moaned in return as he thrust harder and faster and deeper –

And then it was like honey and lightning mixed, overwhelming pleasure, even better than when he had made me come before, and as I screamed I pushed him over the edge, and he clutched my breast so hard it hurt, but it made me come harder, and then he screamed, a rumbling bellow, and I felt his cock explode inside me, and through the delirious haze of pressure I remembered four years ago, and my hand around his cock as he came then, too, his white, hot, thick come splashing across my hand and onto his belly, and that memory pushed me even higher, made me come even harder, and I was screaming into his ear as he held me so hard it felt like we were fused into one body as we both came.

And then my blissful contractions slowly ebbed away, and I felt his spasms inside me die away, one every three seconds, then every five, then one more, and then he collapsed on me, his chest heaving against me as he buried his face in my hair and panted.

I stroked the back of his sweaty, tangled, beautiful hair and just let myself glide down from the plateau of ecstasy.

I wasn’t coming anymore, but damn it still felt good feeling his thick, hard cock inside me.

“So… was it worth waiting four years for?” I whispered playfully in his ear.

He rolled his head to the side and grinned at me.

“F*ck yeah, it was,” he laughed, then kissed me slowly, romantically, sweetly.