A Night in a Year: 25. Grind

[jacquelineb]

The growing pleasure, the lovely churning that is focused between their legs, is about ready to explode, when suddenly, he stops. She whimpers, and looks at him, on the brink of begging for sweet mercy.

“That’s enough of that…”

He doesn’t withdraw, but keeps his cock inside her, and begins to gyrate his hips.

She is caught by surprise. His pubic bone… it feels so hard, so flat and smooth, on her clit, rolling over it. No longer punctuated or relieved by absences, his movements are continual, insistent. She can’t ignore it, can’t keep herself together, cannot stop the sharp sounds coming from her throat, only can let her mouth fall to his shoulder, breathe against the leather. Don’t beg, she tells herself, don’t ask him to stop this beautiful feeling.

It starts in her ankles. They lock tighter, pull him harder to her, and, for a moment, she tenses.
Then it all goes. Her calves shaking, her knees like jelly, her thighs shuddering, and her stomach and chest are flooded with a rush of pleasure, shooting straight from her clit. And he, unceasing in his undulating, makes a sound, almost too high for his voice, and her cunt opens up, drawing him into her as her orgasm refuses to let him go.

Like a tinkling bell disappearing in the distance, the rushes start to subside. She can’t – won’t – let go of him. Only when they have both breathed the last of the pleasure, the final tremours within each of them, does he carefully, almost cautiously, unhook one knee, and then the other, and let her find of footing.

He doesn’t look at her – more like he can’t see her – as his cock slides out, and he rolls the condom down. She pulls her dress down her thighs, and waits for him as he finds a suitable bin.

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