Seeing Her Again

I felt my cock press against her arse and it made me throb. I looked down to see I was leaking pre-cum so much her cheeks were already becoming slick. My hips shifted forward and the light friction felt so good it made me shiver. Stepping back I hooked a finger into Kirsty's thong and gently peeled the material away from her body, relishing the resistance as her it came free from her pussy lips. My crooked finger slid further down and I could feel the fabric absolutely saturated with her desire. I pulled it to one side, weaving it into my fingers as I spread her cheeks to view her pussy. As her lips opened I could see her juices literally ooze out of her, and this was enough of a sensation to make her groan.

I was so hard that it hurt when I used my thumb to angle my cock down so that the swollen head nudged against Kirsty's wet hole. We both held our breaths then, I could sense her whole body go rigid as soon as she felt me there, and every muscle in my own body was tensed. I thought it would be easy to slide into her because she was soaked but I couldn't have been more wrong. She was already so aroused her pussy was squeezing before I had even started to fuck her. I had to grit my teeth and slowly force my way into her. It felt out of this world. I managed to get the head in before needing to hold her body more firmly; I clasped her tiny waist with one hand and with the other reached up to her shoulder and pulled her onto me. As I sunk into her I could feel her pussy periodically clench and I could hear she was gasping; sweat had broken out on her back and glittered in the soft light - I was desperately close to cumming.

The instant my balls bottomed out against her I could feel the wetness there and it made me throb inside her; her pussy instantly squeezed back. I groaned with the pressure building up inside me and my whole body was screaming for the relief of an orgasm that had been building up all day. I didn't want to drag my thoughts away from the moment but I had to think about something, anything, else or I would cum almost as soon as I was inside her. I wanted it to be worth the wait but I wasn't sure I could wait any longer. Normally when I fuck there is time to get used to the sensation, to become calm enough to move without the pleasure overtaking me. I dare not move inside Kirsty I was that close. I had to close my eyes and stop looking at her beautiful body I was that close. I could do nothing to prevent my ears from listening to her small moans and heavy breathing, any more than I could turn off the ripples of excitement that coursed through me when her pussy spasmed against my cock.

Just as I thought I had gotten myself under control, Kirsty lifted her head and I looked at her in the mirror. Her expression was beyond description; completely lost in passion. I could only see one of her eyes because her hair covered the other, but her expression was almost feral. For the briefest moment we shared a look that burned through everything else except a deep and unrelenting need to have the other. There was nothing else. I didn't want to move but Kirsty, ever so slightly, pushed back against me. Her eyes squeezed shut and her head dropped.

"Fuck" She spat out in a whisper. "Fuck... I can't... Fuck" All the while I could feel her pussy contracting harder and harder in waves on my cock. I clenched my teeth so hard my jaw ached, and I unconsciously dug my fingers into Kirsty's skin, pulling her against me so she couldn't move anymore because I couldn't take the sensation. There was an overwhelming instinct to pull my hips back and drive into her but I'm sure that is all it would take for me to lose control.

She banged her dainty little fist on the dresser, knocking several objects over, and I can see the strain in her muscles all the way up her arm and into her back. She almost growls out a moan, starting quietly but quickly getting louder.

"Please... For fuck sake... I'm going to... Please." Her pussy pulses again and again. With each squeeze my cock twitches back, it's so hard there doesn't seem enough room in her pussy, and we're feeding off these small movements, both trying to hold back from an orgasm that is screaming towards us. The rest of her body starts to buck and I'm lost to everything now, sensations seem to blend into each other and I'm fucking her hard; fucking her even though I'm so sensitive I can barely stand it. My eyes close as I fight the intensity of it, but I want to see her at the same time, and my vision becomes a strobe of her flesh. I look down at her arse, which is so taught it barely moves as I fuck her, and watch as my cock pushes and pulls her lips. There's a ring of frothy liquid around the base of it which I know I want to see her lick off later, and the thought drives me wild. Drives me into her even harder.

This extra force is more than Kirsty can cope with, and her words become totally incoherent as her orgasm finally crashes into her. She starts to buck her hips like mad against me as she screams through gritted teeth that drags my release from me. My hand comes off her shoulder and grabs a fist full of her short hair, pulling her back against me. It seems like my entire lower torso is being pulled into her as my balls begin to pump cum up my shaft. I think I might have been shouting out as I thrust viciously into her, but all I can hear is Kirsty's animal cries as she climaxes - her whole body rigid, her back trying to curve away from me, and her cunt squeezing so tightly it feels like she will force my cock out of her. I am using all the strength in my body to stay lodged as deeply inside her as I can, while I fill her with long heavy spurts of cum.

We seem to stay like that for an eternity as I empty myself into her, and her own spasms demand more as her pussy milks me. In the quiet that remains all I can hear is our laboured breathing and my own pulse rushing in my ears. I look into the mirror at my sweat soaked reflection and Kirsty lying with her face pressed exhaustedly onto the devastated dresser top, and I smile. I run my fingertip along her spine, between her cheeks and onto her wet pussy which makes her shudder. Absent-mindedly I taste her, enjoying the moment, the reverberating sensations of Kirsty's orgasm on my still hard cock. The whole thing was years of foreplay and the sex lasted maybe five minutes. It was the best sex of my life.

Kirsty lifted herself up and arched herself so we could kiss and we stayed like that looking into the mirror as I stroked her body and she slowly ground her hips against me. The sexual tension had reduced to a level I could cope with but I wasn't surprised to find my cock stayed hard. There was something about this girl that mesmerised me as I watched our reflection; her arms reaching back to stroke my cropped hair while my fingers tickled her skin from her breasts to her hips. She simply smiled at me, the cat that got the cream look while I licked the sweat from the nape of her neck. As I nuzzled into her hair she said.

"That was nothing like how I imagined it." Between kisses I mumbled against her skin.

"Me either. I thought there'd be a bed." She giggled.

"There is a bed. You're not done yet, soldier" I let my hips drop and then slowly pushed inside her again which made her gasp.

"Stamina isn't a problem, Ma'am." Kirsty was almost purring as I slowly stroked in and out of her and I was enjoying the sensation just as much. I leaned back to watch how our bodies met and in the dim light I could make out the dimples just above Kirsty's arse. Both of my hands reached down to her hips, thumbs finding those depressions in her back as if they were designed for it. She grasped the edge of the dresser with both hands and started to meet my thrusts. Although her eyes still smiled every now and then I could see her grit her teeth as she bumped back harder. It felt fantastic but actually it was the look on her face that I was getting off on. I'd never been with a girl like this. I had known from day one that Kirsty would be a sexual person, but this was... this was fucking magical. She was so responsive, the small sounds she made, the way she would arch herself was beautiful; I could feel myself being drawn into her spell again.

One of her little hands took hold of my wrist, I thought for balance; as she leaned back seeking my lips. We both loved this off-centre way of kissing; brushing and licking each other's lips. We were smiling while we were doing it, and I was now in the moment with her. I wasn't worried about cumming too soon, or being in control, I was just trying to absorb every sensation that this amazing girl was giving me. But her hand wasn't there for support at all. She pulled her face from mine with an evil grin and then looked to the mirror as she guided my hand across her smooth skin, down between her legs.

Our eyes locked as she pressed my fingers against her pubic bone and then firmly pushed my hand lower, inside her thong. As soon as I felt her hard clit beneath my fingers her eyes closed while her head tipped back and she moaned softly. I felt the slight contraction along my shaft and smiled at the thought of Kirsty's growing arousal. She came back to me and fixed me with a sassy little look as she began to guide my fingertips over her, setting the pressure and the motion to her taste.

"Yes, just like that." She murmured. I decided to reduce the speed of my thrusts to the slowest I could manage. "Fuck yes... I like that." I could tell because she was starting to tighten up once more, and the friction was beginning to really get to me. Every time I pushed forward I could feel all the way inside her, and the sensation on the head of my cock was causing it to swell even more.

Part of me revelled in this sensation, part of me wanted to just let loose and fuck her senseless. My spare hand snaked round her body to cup underneath her breast and when my thumb and forefinger found her hard nipple I squeezed hard. Harder than I should have done, but the sight of her in the mirror and the feeling of her wrapped around me was bringing out the animal in me - and if I wasn't going to fuck her hard my body felt like it should do something with the pent up energy. Kirsty instantly moaned, and moaned loudly, then hissed through her teeth.

"Harder." I almost didn't dare to, but I could feel her need growing as her hips started to work back and forth. Her eyes squeezed shut and she virtually shouted "Harder!" and I pinched as hard I could and even used the edge of my thumbnail to cause that extra level of pain that she must have been seeking because she really started to thrash her head from side to side. Her hand was pushing mine onto her clit with a pressure that I would never have thought to apply to such a sensitive area, but she wanted more. Much more. I felt like I was only just scratching the surface with Kirsty.

I had thought I had known her, how sexual she was, how you could tell she wasn't just acting the role out for attention; but I realised I'd under-estimated this side of her. The image that moved in the mirror was pure eroticism; my hand on her clit, her panties pushed to one side, and her little hand pressing into mine. She kept bucking her hips forward to get more pressure and I would press my hand into her, forcing her back onto my cock - but slowly, so we could feel every sensation. Kirsty's body was now starting to take over her movements entirely as it instinctively sought to find the touch she needed. It was obvious to me that she needed her clit thoroughly rubbed and wasn't as interested in being fucked. I let my hip movements cease and concentrated on my fingers which delved underneath her to coat them in her own juices, before returning to her hard little bud. The added lubrication made Kirsty moan in delight and she began to buck rhythmically against my hand as I started to bite gently at her neck rather than just kissing and licking as I had been doing before.

"Mm god that feels fucking good." She said between her little moans "Rub it faster." Her hand urged mine to increase speed as her body started to tighten with desire. Her relaxed attitude was being overrun by the passion building inside her. In the mirror her expression was no longer smiling, she wore a small frown, jaw clenched, and the tension clear in her petite face framed by her wild hair. She looked so sexy I felt my own arousal build and couldn't help but slam several hard thrusts into her.

"Fuck me, yes, fuck me harder." She was panting and moaning, her hips completely out of control - her whole body was. I wrapped my arm around her breasts tightly and I could feel the force of her body squirming of its own accord. But I needed to fuck her now; I needed to do it for my own pleasure. The urge, the sensation of my own orgasm building, was seeping through my muscles and compelling me to abandon restraint. Kirsty wriggled against my chest as I held her against me, and I pushed myself hard into her, forcing her body to conform to mine as her muscles convulsed with her impending orgasm. I could feel her cunt gripping my cock tighter and tighter, and I was dancing on the very edge of losing control.

Somewhere in my mind I made a commitment that I would not allow myself to cum with her this time; I wanted to continue enjoying her longer and to do that I needed to stay hard. I'd been lucky the first time because I was so aroused that one orgasm simply wasn't enough, but it wouldn't happen again. So I made a pact with myself to hold back and simply make the most of this perfect girl as she started to let go completely.

It was beautiful, entirely erotic, as I watched Kirsty climax. I held her to me as she whispered she was going to cum, an insistent mantra, over and over. Her little face was tightly screwed shut and with each sharp thrust of my hips she hissed these words between her clenched teeth. Where she had been meeting my movements she now almost tried to avoid them, but every time I tried to be a little gentler she would almost shout at me to fuck her harder. I was using all my strength to hold her in place so I could get into a good rhythm but she writhed and bucked to the point I gave up and just forced my cock into her however I could. She didn't care; all that mattered was that I rub her clit hard while I smashed my pelvis against her, her whole body shuddering with each impact. I could feel her pulse around my shaft, and she held her breath while her whole body went rigid. I fucked her as hard as I could until she cried out, her orgasm taking over her body entirely as the waves of her climax washed over her. The strength had gone from her shaking legs entirely and I discovered I was supporting all of her weight while she gulped air into her lungs, gasping sharply with each small movement between our bodies.

My own breathing is heavy from the exertion but quickly returning to normal, however I realise holding her like this is beginning to make my own legs ache. Very slowly I allow myself to slip out of her which makes Kirsty whimper, and supporting, her I stand her up. Quickly she turns around and throws her arms around my neck and I pull her against my sweat streaked body. We kiss, languidly, breaking often to allow Kirsty to gather her breath, both smiling with satisfaction. My hands cup underneath her arse to help her stand, while my fingertips gently stroke her wet lips and tease the edge of her tightest hole. She rests her head against my shoulder and I hear her say;

"You live up to your reputation." I laugh, not sure if she is joking or not, but reply;

"I think you exceed yours, Kirsty. We should have done that before." She looks up at me and gently kisses the point of my chin.

"Nah, I am glad we waited." I raise an eyebrow to this as my fingers reach under her, slipping into her soft folds. She gently exhales with a slight smile on her face. "I don't think either of us would have made tonight what it is five years ago. I didn't really know what a man liked when I was younger."

"I don't believe you." Kirsty slowly grinds against my hand and then looks into my eyes and says.

"It's true. I always used to think to please a guy I had to do something to him, like a special way of touching or fucking. But it's not true is it?"

"It's not?" I'm genuinely not sure what she is thinking as her little hands trace down my back.

"Nope, the trick to being a good fuck is to enjoy yourself. Men like to think they've fucked a girl properly, that's what makes them feel good." She pulls away from me and I feel her fingertips stroke around my sides and follow my abs slowly downwards. "Of course, there are times when a girl gets some pleasure by giving..." Her fingers run up along my hand shaft, nails lightly scratching the soft skin. I slowly breathe out, the sensation making my cock instantly rigid. She looks me in the eye and says "I've wanted to know what this feels like for years." Kirsty gently pumps her hand up and down, gliding easily because my cock is coated with her cum.

"Lick it clean." I simply tell her.

"Yes, Sir." She whispers back.

My eyes open to bright sunshine as I had forgotten to close the curtains, and I wonder how I have got away with not having a hangover until my brain forgets tradition and remembers the night before. I slide my foot across the bed until it bumps lightly into Kirsty's leg. She's still there. I realise I can hear her breathing even though she's turned away from me. We had both tried to fall asleep in each other's arms but actually, we were just too hot. I don't move as I don't want to wake her; it's stupid early in the morning and I figure I'll fall asleep again as I've only had a couple of hours sleep. Unfortunately I'm hard again, and I know that's going to keep me awake - especially knowing I have such a sexy girl lying naked next to me. I smile. I am extremely happy with this situation, even though I am already considering what the future may bring. I picture all the scenarios of what might happen when Kirsty wakes up. Perhaps she will stay with me? Perhaps she'll come with me to eat with Yogi and Hannah? Perhaps we will leave and go back to hers? Or, perhaps she'll realise I'm due to leave again in four months and decide to leave straight away.

Kirsty stirs and I feel the bed move, followed by her snuggling up against back. I feel her hand reach around and slowly stroke me.

I don't think she is in any hurry to leave.