Erotic Story: Splashy ending

My knees roughly scrape the fabric of the bed sheet with each of his thrusting movements. The way he slides in and out of me, tightly gripping my ass and pulling it apart a little, makes me wild inside. The sound of my moaning fills the bedroom. For a moment, he stops, then lets go of my ass and gives it a good slap. I scream loudly with excitement. ‘Fuck, you’re so hot,’ he manages to say, panting. I smile proudly and look over my shoulder. 

His gaze is hungry, like he’ll never get enough of me. His deep brown hair is wildly tousled. Now that’s a real fucked hairdo. I smile again. ‘What is it?’ Nothing, you’re not too bad yourself.’ The corners of his mouth turn up, a smile spreads across his face and he playfully gives me another hard slap on my ass. 

He puts his hand on my lower back and gently pushes me further down. ‘Do you want my ass even further up in the air?’I want it all,’ he answers, giving me a final push. I sink through my arms and let my cheek rest on the matrass. He takes my hands and places them together behind my back. ‘Keep them there, okay, don’t let go.’

I nod excitedly and feel how he firmly takes hold of my ass cheeks again, pulls them apart a little and drops a large dollop of saliva between them. The tip of his thumb presses against my bottom, spreading the fluid evenly between my cheeks. He pushes himself further. Deeper. My cheek nearly squashed against the matrass. ‘Yes. O. Yes,’ I moan softly. Back to front, everything feels wet down there. The drops even slide slowly down the insides of my thighs. He moans loudly, clearly aroused. I always get extra horny when I hear how much he enjoys my body. 

The muscles in my arms start to burn a little. The position he told me to hold is not one I would naturally choose. But it doesn’t matter, I can even enjoy that raw edge. His pounding gets heavier and some thrusts are so deep that I feel his balls slapping against my body. Occasionally, he growls, or curses softly. I love it. I’ve no doubt that the imprint of his hand will show on my ass for the rest of the week. He gives a short tap on my arms. More than enough to let me know that he means I have to move them.

My body shudders when he withdraws and disappears from my core. He slides his arm under my stomach and in one swift motion effortlessly turns me onto my back. Then he grabs my ankles and wildly pulls me to the edge of the bed. The spots on my ass that he just squeezed are burning against the bedsheets now. He pulls my legs apart, positions himself between them en grabs my breasts with both hands. He playfully starts to massage them and I moan softly. My breath is stuck somewhere in my throat by now and I am so hot. To the rhythm of his massage, his wet cockhead slides through my labia and along my sensitive spot. Me and my body can’t wait for him to push himself inside again.

I let my nails run over his thighs and dig into them deeply. A wild moan escapes from somewhere deep inside his throat. He leans over, closes his lips around one of my nipples and starts to suck. My hands instantly slide through his hair and I tug it gently. My body is on fire. That much is clear. He suddenly pushes himself up, grabs my arms again and crosses them over my stomach, firmly pressing my breasts together. He doesn’t have to say anything, his expression says it all. He grabs my legs, pulls my ass a little closer to him. He closes his right hand around his boner and positions himself in front of my opening. This is the moment my body’s been aching for ever since he pulled out. 

His eyes watch me intensely as he thrusts himself inside me again. I have to do my best to keep my hands in place and not grab hold of the matrass. He occasionally pulls out of me completely and then pushes inside again. I want to touch him, I want to touch myself. ‘Not yet,’ he pants, as if reading my mind. His boner sure hits all my good spots inside and I feel the tension building. 

He picks up his pace. His hands have taken hold of my waist and he’s practically crushing me. Sometimes his strokes are long, and then shorter and firm again. ‘You. Are. So. Fucking. Tight,’ he moans loudly. ‘I. Can’t. Hold. It. Anymore.’ His eyes are fixed on my tightly pressed dancing breasts. I watch the muscles in his arms and chest, watch them contract with each thrust. How his hair dances along. 

‘I want to see it, let me see,’ I moan heavily. He pulls back after a few seconds, closes his hand around his hard cock, strokes it up and down a few times and comes. In warm waves, his cum squirts over my stomach, on my breasts and even a little in my neck. He drips the last bit onto my clit. It feels hot, arousing. With his body still convulsing, he lies down next to me. A broad smile adorns his face when he looks at me. ‘Will you come for me now?’

I suck in my bottom lip and, in no time, climb on top of him. He spreads his cum over my breasts with his fingertips. Sticky, but shiny. I tilt my pelvis a little and push up my ass a little too. He rests his hands on my thighs and watches me as I start to play with myself. I let one finger slide in first, then two. Then my fingertips wander around my clit, before I really get to work. I place my clit between my fingertips and start rotating circles. Every now and then, I let my head drop back with horniness. My body feels sticky. His cum is already drying. A drop hangs from my hard nipple; undoubtedly a hot sight. ‘Shit, you’re on a roll,’ he encourages me. 

I don’t need much. I move my fingers more fiercely and feel my muscles contracting one by one. Again I tilt my pelvis towards him, make a gesture with my fingers like I’m playing guitar and then push my wetness out. I moan loudly, squirting on his stomach. He excitedly moans with me. When I’m finished, I start building it up again. Again the circles around my clit, followed by my tensing muscles. As soon as I feel enough fluid has collected, I tilt my pelvis again, start playing guitar again and push my fluid out again. I feel it squirting through my fingertips, I close my eyes and focus on his intense moans. I feel his cock get hard again between my legs. 

His stomach glistens with my fluids. My skin feels tight with his dried juice. I look at him proudly and lean forward. Without any hesitation, I reach back my hand, and grab his hard cock. As I look at him, I lower myself onto him. His body makes small convulsing movements. Everything between my legs feels sore and sensitive, but nothing keeps me from going for another round.