Reunion

This is part two of an excerpt of an original story by Dura. Check out part one first if you dare! All rights reserved.

.he dove on her as soon as her body went limp, anxious to feel her in this state. he wanted to know how to completely exhaust her, take her well beyond orgasm and fuck her half to death, until she could not walk or talk. he rolled her legs up into the air, under her chest, and fucked her with all of his might, all of his soul, so easy now because of the energy and excitement total control gave him. he knew she could do nothing but take it, take him, and she was so wet and ripe and open he could fuck her without holding anything back, without worrying about her pleasure because she was already there.
.his cock was so swollen that it still filled her up, a massive thing, creating friction despite the ocean inside her. thought of the way she had tasted, salty and sweet, and thrust with renewed strength. he felt his penis head reaching her barrier, her cervix, and then felt it going even beyond that. he could she her face change as he broke through it, an expression almost of fear. she was astonished at his lust and in love with the feeling of his cock. nothing else mattered. then her vagina began to swell, crushing forth in waves. she knew what was coming.
.she yelled out, a raspy yielding cry. her vagina tightened and loosened around his cock like a boa but it was not orgasm. he felt it, so good, so new, the place he wanted her to go and hadn't even known what it would be. he was sweating and his chest was heaving as he cranked himself inside her body and against her constriction. he was about to come and settled into the deep helpless thrusts that would take him there. her vagina tightened, resisting, holding him back until she gave out a brief scream and ejaculated. the sudden release of warm fluid allowed him to come, come so hard he thought he might pass out, it felt so complete. as her pussy gave in, he thrust up through her cervix and stayed there, grinding out his orgasm as she squirmed and cried beneath him.
.he melted down on to her, kissing her softly on her lips and holding the kiss there. he kissed her back to life while he came down, hoping she felt as good as he did. she kissed him back even more softly. after a long time, he looked at her. she was completely spent, used up. his thoughts crashed, wondering if she was upset by his greedy sex, or physically hurt from his actions.
Are you ok baby?
.she answered with a weak nod and small smile.
Are you sure?
Yes, Tomas, I swear.
.he had been lying between her legs, with his stomach against her vagina, which he loved the feeling of. he took his weight further off of her and looked down at it. the sun was up now and he could see it, puffy, with the clitoris clearly defined. he pressed his stomach back down, looking for any sign of pain on her face. her lips parted and then pursed, her eyes tightening, and then her face relaxed. she was sensitive, but not bruised as he feared. he unbuttoned her shirt and kissed her neck and breasts next. he realized he had neglected them, and in the sunshine he could see they deserved his attention. he put his lips and tongue around the aereoles, giving them each a light but long and sensuous suckling. she ran her fingers across the back of his neck and through his sandy hair. she felt heavy, like she had been pounded into the earth, and her mind reeled with the stamina he was giving her, his generosity, his lust. His love.
This is love.
.he looked up, and smiled.
Yes.
.he laid his head on her breasts now and just caressed her stomach and arms, firm enough to not tickle and change her state. he was aware of her breathing normally again. he wondered if he could fuck her again as soon as she was out of it. he was thinking about it, about her surprise, about how her body would feel again, wondering if he could just fuck her and come quickly without hurting her, and his penis hardened again. this would be the third time they would have intercourse and he didn't know if she wanted it. he waited patiently for her breathing to become steady, until she almost seemed be asleep. he rose up and climbed towards her face again until they were looking into each other's eyes.
What would you say if I wanted you again?
.she breathed in deeply.
You want me now, again?
One more time.
.she didn't know what to say so she kissed him. he kissed her back, working her shirt off of her. he rolled them onto their sides so that he was mostly behind her. he kissed her mouth and neck, and rubbed her breasts. when they felt settled, when it didn't feel rushed, he reached between her legs and began to pet her very lightly. she was unshaven, and his fingertips played with her hairs. he would be patient. he knew she would moisten for him. he treated her like a fine stringed instrument, coaxing her to readiness, tuning her up. the sexy thought that she wanted him again, that she had kissed him to let him know, swam through his mind and made him high. he had never been with a woman who satisfied him before or who showed that she wanted him like this. slowly she became wet. he had also never known a woman who got so wet and it thrilled him. sex with her was not work, it was magic. he stroked her a bit more.
I love you.
I love you too.
.he reached under her upper leg, holding it up on his arm as his hand spread her labia open from the side. he let her simmer as he kissed her more, barely rubbing his penis head against her. it found her opening and then he pulled it away, teasing her. he touched it into her moisture, enjoying the stickiness, and pulled it away again. he felt her body become needy, tensing, wanting him. he put his penis back and let the head lie at the mouth of her opening while he kissed her again. he flexed his hand, massaging her pussy. she whimpered.
Do you want me?
I want you Tomas.
I'm here.
.he did what was becoming familiar and addictive, sliding home into her pussy, sliding up into her. he decided to explore for her spot again. he knew just about where it was and pressed for it. she stiffen and moaned. he attacked it, thrusting directly at the wall instead of beyond. he felt her system turning over, felt the tightening that had meant she would ejactualate. he pressed harder, jabbing and holding over and over until she creamed all over him. before she could worry about it he thrust as far as he could, using that cream to ride up through her cervix again. he whipered to her.
You feel so good to me baby. I love you. I love this, fucking you. I love the way you fuck me. I need you...
.she could do nothing to respond but murmur her love and thrash her arms. he was forcing into her so deeply, so far into where she needed him most.
Do you like the way I fuck you?
Yes!
Do you want me?
I need you.
What do you need baby? I'll give you anything.
Just do this. Fuck me like this.
.he strained harder.
Like this?
Yes!
.he rolled her onto her stomach as he pounded away at her.
Like this baby?
Yes!
.he crouched on his knees and raised her waist with his hands on either side, hammering at her, waving her pussy up and down his shaft against his thrusts.
Like this?
Yes!
.he went full force, addicted to the feeling of his head being choked by her cervix, popping in and out through it, hoping to God that she wasn't hurting but not knowing if he could stop if it did. he hung his head and thrust for home. his voice shook.
I am coming.
Come! Fuck me, come!
.whatever reservations he had were washed away by her words and he fucking came, came and came. he tried to pull back on her more and she reached back, clawing his arm. he knew she was frozen in orgasm. he was so happy and so sorry when it was over. when her body relaxed, he pulled her up to him and held her tight to him. she was tearful and he knew she was truly done.
Baby I love you.
I love you Tomas.
.he laid them both down on their sides and held her until she went to sleep. all of his exhaustion had transferred into her and he was wide awake. he covered her with a blanket slowly so he could take in her body. He looked at her braids spread out all over.
.he realized he was starving. the rice cooked earlier was ruined but there was another packet of it. he started another fire and put the rice in. then he took his sweat-stained body, his bandana and her messy shorts down to the water. he washed her shorts for her and bathed himself. he knew she would not feel clean when she woke up, so he prepared to bathe her. he soaked the bandana in the water and threw her wet shorts over his shoulder to walk back up to her. he tossed them on a rock and then went to her. he uncovered her from the waist down and rolled her on her back. she woke while he was washing her, but she did not mind. she let herself drift back off while he cleaned her up. he kissed her thighs and covered her back up before going to rinse out the bandana again, enjoying the thought of her juices and salt water running through his hands.
END OF EXCERPT PART II OF II