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His fingers began to trace a line over her body, lingering on her breasts, her nipples, then moving lower down. He bent his head to pull a nipple into his mouth. His lips and tongue made her squirm even more, trying for release from something she didn't understand. He sucked on the other nipple for a while, then began to lick his way down along her body.
She realized what he was planning on doing when he began to lick her belly button. She started to move.
He gently pushed her back onto the seat.
“No! I’m not sure I’m comfortable with you doing that.”
“Why not? His head lazily dipped lower down, and he inhaled deeply, while his silky hair tickled her upper thighs.
“I don’t know. Isn’t it gross?” She disliked how shaky her voice was.
He smiled up at her, passion making his features softer, as his fingers traced where he planned to lick next. “No, you smell so good. Like you just had sex. With me. And are going to again. So sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride, babe.”
He began to lick and lap at her, and she couldn’t have moved if she had wanted to--and she certainly didn't want to anymore. Her legs felt like they were burning, and she squirmed her hips around, once again not even knowing why. But when her movements made him lick in different places, all of a sudden she realized why she kept moving her hips around. It was like her body knew what she wanted.
Pamela ran her fingers through her lover’s hair and moaned, as he licked and sucked, and began to poke first one, then two fingers into her wetness again. She felt like she was getting onto a roller coaster, and the car kept on riding up and up a huge hill. The more he stroked her, the faster the ride got, until she gasped in amazement at her own impending orgasm. What had started as a minor feeling now began to feel like heat itself, as she realized that he was bringing her to the edge, then backing off, then bringing her up to the edge again. With a moan of frustration, she moved her hips once more.
Suddenly she had to squeeze her eyes shut at the explosions of light and color that she saw, while the roller coaster car dipped, then raced up another small hill, then dipped again, then raced up, then dipped, until she had no control over her own body, and she felt herself spasm repeatedly on his fingers and against his face. The world narrowed itself down to the feelings in her body as she had her first multiple orgasm. She vaguely realized that she heard screaming--it was her voice. She collapsed onto the seat finally. She opened her eyes to see Eric fumbling around for another condom.
“Can you breathe yet?” He looked immensely pleased with himself.
“Yes!” She gasped, then reached down to feel his once-again rock-hard erection. “Are we going to have sex again?”
“After you came so hard? Yeah.”
He sat down on the seat next to her and pulled her onto his lap. “This time, you’re on top, so you control the action. You’re in charge of how deep I go--you pick the rhythm you want, and I’m just gonna enjoy the show. And hope you bring me along on that ride you were just on.”
She put her knees on either side of his thighs and lowered herself onto him. This time the feeling was one of indescribable pleasure almost immediately. Her previous orgasms prepared her to enjoy feeling him inside of her, and all of the practice she had done with Kegel exercises made her able to squeeze him with inner muscles that made him moan. They rocked and rolled together.
He reached down to hold her breasts, and dipped his head to suck at one nipple, then the other.
That made her muscles tighten even more, and brought them both closer to the point they were trying to get to. She rocked back and forth on him, feeling him move himself, impaling her, moving so deeply inside of her, that she felt an odd sensation, as if he was coming to the end of her. Then she moved one more time and they both gasped, as she spiraled into orgasms again. She rode the roller coaster up and down, this time bringing him along with her. They both felt their body parts pulsing--his sperm testing the limits of the condom--her wetness running down her body onto his. They both moaned out their pleasure, as spasm after spasm shook them.
Feeling unable to even move, Pamela collapsed against Eric’s chest, her head on his shoulder, her face mashed against his skin. She inhaled deeply, both because she needed the oxygen, and because she loved the smell of his skin up close. His hands rubbed her back, stroking gently down to the small of her back, then to the curves of her butt cheeks, holding on possessively.
When she could talk again, Pamela lifted her head up and looked adoringly at Eric. “That was really something, huh? Wow!”
He smiled lovingly back at her. “Like nothing I’ve ever experienced before, babe. You are wonderful!”
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