Cumming Clean

My muscled walls, dripping from our combined release, clamp against his cock as he pounds his steady demanding rhythm inside my cunt. My fingers slip, grasping for purchase between my slick swollen lips, sliding through our cum-soaked mess seeking the frictive pressure I need on my clit.

I am soaked, inside and out; imbued with his ejaculate and flooded with my gush, the push of his hot hard into my tight wet spills our combined juices, coating my labia and dripping down my inner thighs. My skin is dewdropped with perspiration and arousal, my pubic curls drenched with sweat and cum.

Cum…

I have lost track of how many times we have cum.

Early tender lovemaking in the small hours of unasleep has swelled and stormed into crackling lightning release, Please and Yes becoming Now and More.

Just. One. More.

I wrap my legs around his waist and grip him to me with cross-heeled strength, raising my hips and tilting my pelvis to take him deeper while grabbing a handful of his hair in gentle demand. He meets my eyes and the atmosphere shifts, heat and need zinging the air between us as I find my edge.

Fuck. Me.

I mouth the words into his lips as the tickle-pain hisses and arcs, pulsing electricity through my clit and triggering the telltale quiver behind my navel. My thighs shake as I pull him tighter to me, and my pussy clenches around his cock, milking him again, pulling every drop of his cum from his pulsing head until he is spasming, emptying himelf in hot jets against my cervix.

With a final press, he holds himself deep, and finally – finally – the flooding un-pain of long-sought pleasure wracks my body and I am floating, flying, free…

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His sleepy sated smile greets me when I regain reality, and I feel him soften, slipping out of me.

My tender tissues flare with want even as they beg for surrender. I don’t know if I can take anymore, but at the same time I don’t want to stop.

Looking between our bodies, the slick shining proof of frenzied fucking glistens up at me in the dim of early morning.

“We made a mess,” I say, quirking a brow in devilish delight.

He smiles, and I wrap my hand in his hair, tilting his face to mine for a kiss before tugging, indicating he should move down.

With my be-a-good-boy voice and an indicative tilt of my head, I open my thighs wide, pushing him lower as I add…

“Somebody needs to clean it up.”