I climbed on top of Gary and slid his cock deep into my wet, aching pussy. Being on top meant I was in control. Fuck, I loved that. As he entered me, I held on as tightly as I could to allow my body a moment to get used to his size. He almost split me in half every time he entered me. My pussy took a moment to stretch to accommodate this new pleasure.
But soon, it was on. I was humping up and down on his stiff cock, his hips pounding into me from below, and his face an expression of total exertion. He was going to come deeply inside of me very soon. Oh, yeah…that’s right… I would be coming hard on his stiff dick any minute now. I was too worked up for this sex to last long, and honestly I thought he was, too.
His body began to shake and shudder beneath me as he held on as long as he could to build up the anticipation that was coming. Oh, shit… it was going to be mind blowing. I could feel it…
“That’s it,” I said. “Come for me… fill me with that cum… I want it all…” I coached him. My hands stroked his face gingerly, lovingly. I wanted him to know that I was there to take care of him. And that would enable him to take care of me.
Inside of my wet, tight pussy his girth was building, growing stronger and longer, until that pulsating prick was jabbing my darkest recesses. I cried out in pleasure, my throat vibrating with the force of it that led up to my jaws causing my whole head to quiver. I was so close. And so was he.
“Fuck!” Gary yelled as he came hard inside of me. The tight seal our bodies made with each other right then was miraculous. We could hardly move, but somehow he was still pumping into me with total aggression. This turned me on so much. I could only imagine how much exertion and stress his body was under with the force of such a beautiful orgasm happening to him.
I felt his hot seed enter my body and this instantly triggered me to slip past the point of no return and do a cascading dive bomb into my own orgasm. Wow, this felt so good I couldn’t even keep my eyes open. It was like doing so would cause them to burst from the pressure that had built up between our totally spent bodies.
My whole being rocked, quivering, and shivering throughout my being until I found myself falling farther off the rails into a temporary insanity of sexual delight. I tried to verbalize my feelings, but all that came out were demented sounding grunts and squeals as my body tried to make sense of what was actually happening to me.
I finally felt the last remnants of the shockwaves of bliss echoing through me and my body slumped down on top of his. I was done. I was finished.
And I had never felt more alive or more loved before. Whatever would happen in our lives, I was sure that nothing really mattered as long as we were together. We were in love. It was real. That’s how real love behaved. That’s how it worked. We were both living proof of this.
As I drifted off to sleep beside him, I knew that no matter what, I would never leave Gary’s side and I knew that he would never leave mine. That was the most comforting thought I could have imagined.
Chapter Fifteen
Gary
I was awakened from a dead sleep by a bloodcurdling scream.
My first instinct was to sit straight up and step out of the bed. I did so in a half sleep induced stupor causing my body to fall to the floor. I landed hard and this helped to jar me awake into a somewhat conducive state of consciousness. At least I was able to see what was happening here.
Shelly was screaming at the top of her lungs. “NO! NO! Wait!”
I scrambled back into the bed and wrapped my arms around her. “Shelly! Hey! Wake up! Honey, you are having a nightmare!”
I shook her firmly and stroked her face trying to get her to come around. She was deeply entranced in this dream and at first I wasn’t sure what I was going to do to fix this situation. But then there she was coming around and looking at me with eyes that were becoming totally aware. She was coming back to reality of where she was and what was happening to her.
“Baby, you’re ok,” I said.
Shelly was gasping for air, her breathing labored, and I could see that she was drenched with sweat. Her whole body was heaving as if she was about to dive farther into some kind of a total fit or break with reality.
I grabbed the bottle of water by the bed and handed it to her. “Drink, baby,” I said twisting off the cap. She gulped down several drinks of the water, almost downing the bottle. Then she began to slow her breathing and come back into reality a bit. I could see the clarity in her eyes, the slowing of her emotions in her face. Then the tears started falling hard. I hated seeing the amount of pain inside this beautiful woman starting to emerge at that moment. She was breaking down bawling in front of me, burying her face in her hands.
I placed a hand on her shoulder and tried to console her, but I didn’t try to stop the tears. I allowed her to feel the pain, to let it out. She needed this. I was going to let her deal with her grief. Too many people tried to console people by not allowing them to go through the pain and the grief process. That did nothing but pent up everything until it eventually exploded in volatile ways.
After she started to calm down, I tried to speak with her. “Babe, are you alright?”
“Yes,” Shelly replied. Her voice sounded so meek and small.
“Do you want to talk about it?” I asked softly.
“I… I’m sorry,” Shelly said.
“What are you sorry for?”
“I don’t want to burden you with my problems. I hoped you wouldn’t find out about this.”
I brushed a few strands of hair off her face. “Baby, you could never burden me. I love you. There is nothing that you could do that I would ever find a bother. What did you hope I wouldn’t find out? You can talk to me about anything that you want to.”
Shelly took another drink of the water, finishing the bottle. She tossed it to the wastebasket beside the bed. Then she looked over at me. The tears in her eyes were starting to subside, but those beautiful eyes were still a little bit red and bloodshot. She was so strong. I could tell that whatever was going on with her was so painful, but she was coming through it.
Shelly started to speak. “I lost someone in a fire while back. His name was Edward. He and I were in love. I thought we would get married. We were both firefighters in Detroit.”
“Ok,” I said. This was hard for her. I could tell she was struggling, so I didn’t want to say too much to get her emotions running too high again.
“During the fire, I saw him getting trapped. I knew he was in trouble. But we had victims who needed help. The policy was that we put the victims ahead of ourselves. That was that company’s main motto. I ignored this and went to save Ed. But I was too late. A large beam fell on top of him right in front of me. I was about five feet from where I could help him. I was so devastated that I almost froze. I could barely move. I could hardly get myself to safety. Another firefighter found me then and helped get me to safety. We couldn’t get to the victims in time. They all perished. It was my fault.”
Shelly began to cry again. I reached out my hand and rested it on her leg. “Baby, how do you know that it was your fault? How do you know you could have saved those victims in time?”
“I don’t,” Shelly replied. “But I was blamed for it. They said I violated company policy and that we lost the victims because of it. I was fired. That is why my resume is falsified.”
I nodded. “It’s understandable,” I said. “It wasn’t your fault. You were placed with an impossible decision to make. I think you did the right thing. You followed your heart. Sometimes, you have to do that and do what you feel is right, consequences be damned. That’s why you and I are together. We finally decided that we cared more about each other than our careers, right?”
She nodded. “Yes,” she replied. “I love you so much.”
I kissed her softly on the lips and brushed her hair back again as she hugged into me. She was trembling slightly.
“Ever since then, I’ve suffered some post-traumatic stress symptoms. I used to do therapy, but it seemed to go nowher
e. And I realized that the best thing for me to do would be to just move on and just start over. That’s what I’m trying to do. But then I met you, and I am so afraid of losing you the way I lost Ed…”
Shelly broke down and started crying again. I put my arm around her and pulled her close to me. She felt so soft, but I could feel her inner strength and that cut through the trembles of her anguish. I hated to see her in any kind of pain. That was wrong for her to carry the weight of so much guilt with her, but I knew that just telling her and reassuring her that she was not at fault would never be enough.
So, all I could do was hold her. I waited until the pain had passed through her enough that she started to calm down again, and then I pulled back slightly from her. I wiped her tears with the back of my hand and looked into her hypnotic eyes. “Honey, you will get through this. I can’t even imagine what you are really going through, but know that I am here and I’m not going anywhere. I give you my word. I will always be right here for you.”
I meant it too. There was no way a fire would ever beat me when I had something this amazing to live for. When you had someone to live for and not just yourself, it was amazing how much farther you would go to save yourself in a dire situation.
Shelly rolled out of bed and gave herself a bit of a shake. She was trying to come out of it and get on with the day at hand. I checked the clock on the nightstand. It said it was a quarter after five. It was too late to go back to sleep. I usually set my own alarm for six, whether it was a workday or not.
“I’m going to take a shower,” Shelly said. “I’m covered in sweat.”
I could see that she was wet from head to toe. She was nude, her body glistening in the dimly lit room, illuminated only by the shreds of daylight creeping under the cracks of the blinds. She looked amazing and I couldn’t help but feel turned on. I was also nude and my hard cock began to swell and graze against the soft sheets on the bed.
Shelly walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind her, but not all the way. I waited a moment until I heard the shower running and then I stood up to stretch. I was getting harder by the second thinking about how sexy she looked. And I loved the closeness we’d just felt, holding her and letting her lean on me. I was there for her in any way she ever needed me to be. That love would never leave me for her. She was my angel. I wanted her to know that she was the most important thing in the world to me.
I sauntered over to the door and watched through the crack as Shelly stepped into the shower and closed the glass door behind her. She stood under the shower getting herself all wet, allowing the stress of it all to wash over her and out of her.
I opened the door and stepped into the bathroom. I wasn’t sure she’d necessarily be in the mood for this, but sometimes making love during times of intense stress was the best way to get rid of that stress. At least it was for me.
Opening the door to the shower, I paused a moment as Shelly turned her head to look at me and locked eyes with me. I saw her gaze soften and I knew that she was feeling the same way that I was.
I stepped behind her and closed the door. She stood there facing the shower, her head held back as the water sprayed over her face and down her chest. She looked immaculate. The most amazing woman I’d ever seen right there in front of me. I was her man and I felt like the luckiest guy who’d ever lived.
I was so hard right then. My arms wrapped around her and held her close to me, quickly finding her soft, round breasts. I got harder still, my boner grazing against the most beautiful, shapely clefts of her ass. I rubbed my cock against her crack, slowly moving back and forth, up and down, gently working my way into her crack until I found her sweet entrance points.
Meanwhile, my hands kneaded her breasts, fingering the nipples and letting them slip between my fingers as I kissed the back of her neck. She moaned softly and her ass pressed firmly against my raging erection. I wanted to move forward slowly and enter her asshole. I wondered if she’d ever had that form of lovemaking before. I thought I might have asked her at one point, but feeling the way I was there I thought it might have been a good idea now. Why not…?
I moved one hand down to the sweet cleft between her legs. My fingers found her pussy wet as could be already, the clit fully engorged with sensation. I placed my thumb on it and pushed gently, moving in a nice circular motion. My other digits entered between her slippery folds. I floated around the entrance and then pushed harder into her tight canal.
My cock was flirting with her asshole, moving from that tight, unchartered territory and moving down to the wetness of her pussy. She did not seem put off or at all daunted by the idea of having me enter her back door and I took that as a great sign.
I tilted her head back and to the side with the edge of my hand and then I kissed her hard on the mouth, covering her lips with mine as I inhaled the passion from her body. She moaned and gasped at the same time with my mouth over hers. Her body bent backwards at the signs of lust that were working their way through the two of us.
Her nipples were so hard now. They slipped back and forth between my fingers as I laid my hands back on her magnificent breasts. I was so hard, so ready for her that I could barely contain myself any longer. I could tell that Shelly did not need any more build up here either. She was ready to get rid of the bad feelings she had and replace them with good ones. She needed me to make her feel good right then, and I was more than happy to do it. I wanted to feel that sweet release as well.
I gently bent her over. She leaned against the wall of the shower, letting the hot water fall over her back and splash down her ass and onto me. I massaged her soft, sweet ass for a moment, admiring its beauty and perfection. Then I entered her pussy. She was so wet. And already tight as could be. I could feel her lust making her swell inside, as if she wanted to trap me in there and do whatever she could to ensure my maximum orgasmic potential.
“Fuck,” I said as I entered her. “That’s so good, baby.”
“You like that?” she asked. “Fuck me hard. I need it. Don’t hold back. Fuck the living shit out of me.”
I was surprised by her words, but I did as she demanded. I was in no position to hold back anyways. I was just too ready, too horny. I had become overpowered by passion.
I grabbed her hair and pulled tightly as I began to fuck her hard. My cock pounded in and out of her tight pussy with every single thrust forward. I could feel that she was enjoying it so much. The pleasure I felt in that moment was unlike anything I’d ever felt before. The thoughts, the feelings, they were all so primal. It was like the deepest most animalistic parts of my brain and limbic system were working together to tap into something that I’d never accessed before.
I pumped Shelly harder with every single stroke. Her breasts were bouncing wildly beneath her. I loved to watch them sway back and forth. It turned me on to no end and gave what we were doing that sweet, little spark.
“That’s it! Ah… fuck me!” Shelly cried out.
I thrusted hard, spearing her tight pussy with my dick. I paused after every thrust to enjoy the savoring of pleasure between the two of us. Her hips bucked back against me as if trying to speed up the process, but I was in control now. I was going to dictate the speed that this whole thing went.
I pushed harder into her, going as deeply as I possibly could and then pulling out vigorously all the way. I admired my wet, throbbing cock that was now dripping with her sweet juices and then I pushed it right back into her. Shelly moaned loudly with every single thrust. She was loving every second of it and I was getting closer to what felt like an epic orgasm, but I wasn’t quite done yet. I wanted something else.
“You are so good,” I said. “How does this feel?”
“Good. I want it harder. Oh… shit… baby… that’s so…ah…” Shelly moaned, trying to put together coherent sentences, but she was too caught up in the passion of it all.
“Your asshole looks so hot,” I said. “Have you ever had it that way?”
“No, but I want to… try�
��” she moaned.
I knew that if she’d never done anal before, she was going to need some build up. As my cock continued to penetrate her pussy, I placed a finger against her tight asshole. Then I gently eased it into her. She moaned even louder then, as if that was adding to her pleasure. The combination of anal play with our sex was something that she was definitely not used to. I was throbbing now inside of her. I loved the way her tight asshole felt around my finger. It was so forbidden, so naughty, and yet so…there…
I then pushed in two fingers, pushing her out a bit more. She was getting stretched a little bit. I could see that she loved the pleasure of it. I let her body get used to the idea of something being in her ass. It was a new experience. Though I wanted it so badly, there was no need to rush.
I continued to fuck her harder until it felt like she was on the verge of coming. I could feel her legs buckling slightly, but it wasn’t quite ready for us to finish yet. No, we had some exploring to do. I was now three fingers deep inside of her tight asshole. Before placing the third finger in, I used a bit of facial soap for lube. It was always important to use plenty of lube for anal. Otherwise it would not work properly.
“Are you ready?” I asked her.
“Yes, do it,” Shelly said. “I need it.”
I pulled out of her pussy and placed the head of my dick against her asshole. “Now, as I enter you, I want you to push out like you are taking a shit. This will relax the muscles and it will feel so much better.”
“Ok,” she said.
I entered her slowly, inching my large cock into her tight asshole. She gasped and her body leaned back, undulating in response. I kept moving until I was fully inside of her. She was so tight. It felt amazing. It was different than regular sex. It felt better in some ways, and it was something special to do. It was so much more intimate. It was like we were really bonded as one person now. I was inside her most intimate of body parts and I felt that she loved me as much as I loved her and we would always be together. I felt blessed to be the first person to show her this way of lovemaking. And it was a beautiful experience.
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