Hitting the Bottom Ch. 04

Finished, I take both her hands in mine. "C'mon baby, up you go. I want you to straddle me."

Sandra lets me help her up to her knees and once I settle back she leans over me, hands on my shoulders, and brings one leg over both of mine to straddling my thighs. Her breasts are still pushed up by the bra tucked under them but that would no longer do - I want them free to bounce and jiggle when she rides me; I want her completely, gloriously naked.

I reach behind Sandra's back to unhook her bra. "Take it off, baby." I say but it isn't necessary as she's already half-way done by the time I make my request. I fill my hands with her beautiful tits again, rubbing over the shallow pink indentations at her sides where the elastic pressed into her skin, wanting to take away any discomfort from her. I want this to be only about pleasure.

Finally I can't wait a second longer. I grab the base of my cock to point it straight up, it's swollen, purple head poised at her entrance. I look into her eyes. She looks straight back, ready, waiting. I nod. She starts sinking down, impaling herself inch by slow inch onto my ice-hard dick. I feel her inner muscles stretch to accommodate me and close my eyes to absorb the unparalleled sensation of being consumed by hot, wet, tight pussy. Sandra keeps descending until I bottom out and her ass is settled tight against my body.

My eyes open and lock with hers again. Our breaths mingle. Our freakin' minds mesh. My arms wrap tight around her and I grab hold of her ass in one, her neck in the other, while her hands come up to wrap around my shoulders, holding my head in her palms.

Now it's her turn to give me a slight nod, her lips curved up in a knowing grin. I feel my heartbeat pound against my ribs. I smile back a real, predatory, all-male smile.

"Yeah baby. Let's fuck. Hold on tight."

And indeed it is all she can do to hold on to my neck and shoulders as I start thrusting into her, the first two or three slow, controlled strokes quickly transforming into sharp, hard thrusts that slam our bodies together, growing ever jerkier, ever more out of control with every passing second.

Pleasure grows and coils inside me. Sandra lets me lead her, her body following the crazy pace I set, but every now and then she stops and grinds down hard, rubbing her mound back and forth onto my hard pubis, pleasuring herself against me. Her movements make my swollen, aching balls rub against her cream-soaked perineum while her tunnel milks my shaft, pulsing and tightening all around me. It's heaven and hell all at once. I want it never to stop and I want to cum NOW.

More fucking, more grinding, more fucking still, building us both higher and higher until suddenly I feel her squeeze me so tight that I am instantly sent flying over the edge of the most powerful orgasm of my life. I feel the cum boiling and rushing up to shoot and spill out in huge, heavy spurts that are just barely contained inside the condom buried deep, deep inside of Sandra's clenching belly.

"Ahhhhhh ffffffffhhhhhhuuuuuuccckkkk!"

I shout my release, vaguely aware of Sandra's echoed cries of pleasure, shaking and trembling with the force of my release, my heart pounding so hard it must be heard in the next building over.

I collapse back, slouching down against the headboard and Sandra follows, her forehead pressed to the crook of my neck and her hot, quick puffs of air swirling the hairs on my chest. Her arms are still wrapped around my shoulders and my own hands release their grip of her fine, fine ass and slide up her sweaty back, stroking and rubbing, growing smoother and lighter as we finally catch our breaths.

We stay in that dream-like state for a while until finally I feel Sandra stir and lift her head. Our gazes meet and hold.

"You okay baby?" I don't try to hide the apprehension in my voice. This fuckingmatters.

Sandra smiles and leans forward, giving me a slow, sweet kiss, and straightens up again to look back into my eyes.

"I am a bezillion times better than 'okay'. That was incredible... Thank you, Dan."

I shake my head, feeling that tightening in my chest again. She's thanking me for fucking her?

"Sandra, you are most definitely a bezillion times better than 'okay'. You're one absolutely amazing lady, and that was the best freakin' sex of my life... Vanilla or otherwise."

It's true, too. It would freak me out a bit when I think about it later, but right now I'm not going to pretend she didn't rock my world.

Her smile is so dazzling it could light up the night's sky on a deserted island. And then a twinkle of mischief enters her eyes when she leans in and mumbles into my ear: "If that was vanilla I may yet be a convert... though I think you may want to reconsider your definitions, Dan."

I inhale sharply and shake my head slowly. "Baby, I feel too good to think about definitions right now." I roll her over to her back and come after her for a quick kiss on her amused, knowing lips before rolling away and out of bed and walking on wobbly feet over to the bathroom.

"I think now may be a good time for your nap before your night shift, baby. I'm gonna take a shower and then come back to join you, all right?"

Her half-asleep, mumbled reply brings a new smile to my face. I get rid of the used condom in the bin and walk into the shower for a quick, refreshing wash. Stepping out of the spray I dry myself with Sandra's pink-and-purple floral bath towel and then stand naked in front of the large mirror, looking at myself above the sink.

"If that was vanilla I may yet be a convert..."

Was that vanilla? Would sticking to this be safe? Could I be a convert? Damned if I know. I guess I have a lot to talk about with Dr. Pappas on our next meeting.

In the meantime, it is all I can do to trust and hope.

For the first time in a couple of years, I see a tentative smile spread on my face in the mirror.

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