Regifting Ch. 05

A sudden twitch of her body was followed by a breathy moan, then another, her moment drawing near as she diddled herself, her hips repeatedly flexing as the twin erogenous zones competed to push her over the edge. She again whimpered, almost crying out as she fought to hold herself back, attempting to prolong this glorious event for as long as possible.

"Faster!" she cried out, her fingers a blur as she furiously rubbed herself while Brad flashed his dick in and out of her hole. Her outstretched arm tried to brace her on the bed, her body nearly overcome by the thrusts into her ass and the sharp, downward jerks of her hips as her fingers rode roughshod over her clit.

With another high-pitched squeal she came, her call immediately falling to a drawn out groan, her throat just able to get out, "Don't stop," as her body was racked by the rolling waves of her orgasm flooding over her. Her hand couldn't stop touching herself as Brad's dick plunged into her, her hole stretched each time he bottomed out, the pleasurably painful experience going on and on until she let her hand drop and went limp on the bed.

Immediately Brad stopped, his heart beat racing from his exertion but his body not yet able to complete what had been started.

"Nikki?" he asked, concern filling his gut as her partially twisted form remained motionless in front of him.

"Nikki?" he called out again, more forcefully, a hand rocking her to get her attention.

As if waking from a deep sleep Nikki slurred, "Keep going," her form still unmoving yet her voice letting him know she was alive.

"Nikki?" he said a third time, unsure, despite her words, if she wanted him to continue. He grew nervous as the seconds ticked by, only the rise and fall of her back as she breathed letting him know she was still alive.

Slowly, and with great effort, Nikki rose from the bed, her head hanging down as she gathered her strength. She took several deep breaths before finally able to rise and sit back so she was impaled on Brad's still hard dick. With a few adjustments she was able to sit in his lap, his knees resting on the edge of the bed to support both of them. She leaned her back against his chest, an arm reaching up and behind her to hold his head.

"Keep going," her raspy voice told him, "I want to feel you cum in me."

"Nikki, are you sure. . .?"

"Please Brad, for me," she cut him off and contorted her position so she could kiss him. With her hands she found his and brought them up to her breasts, holding them there as the two prepared for the finish.

"I don't want to hurt you," he told her, his hands cupping her breasts.

"You can't," she told him. "Just fuck me and don't stop until you cum." Almost as an afterthought she added, "Please."

Hesitating, he kissed her neck, her arm again twisting to hold his head as he nuzzled her. He could feel how tight he was inside her, her glorious ass resting against him, her body partially arched away from him as he held her.

"Lay down," he quietly told her, giving her a kiss on the cheek before letting her take her time to get into position. With another long look at the wondrous form before him, Brad slowly began to move his hips back and forth, now noticing the tenseness in his balls from the prolonged session.

Though the lube had done its job, there was more friction this time, the sensation of his skin rubbing against hers soon having its effect as Brad thrust harder, his hands holding her in place by grasping her waist. Nikki silent as she rocked in front of him, soon curling her arms under her and bunching her body into a compact form, her ass completely exposed for him to do as he wished. This sight, of her fully presenting herself to him, was exhilarating and Brad fucked her, driving himself deep each time, Nikki still silent except for the occasional exhale.

Harder he went, his hands gripping tighter as he held her, his teeth clenched as his body took control. The rhythm of their bodies colliding grew faster, his dick pistoning back and forth more rapidly with each passing second. Whereas before he had been doing this for her, this was now for him. How and when this change occurred he didn't know but now all he wanted to do was fuck her. Hard and fast. To hear her cries as he took her.

With a powerful thrust he forced his dick into her, Nikki groaning at the strength of the penetration, her hands balled tight as she bore his assault. She whimpered at the pain but said nothing else, letting him use her for as long as he wished. She had wanted this and now she was feeling the result of her request.

Bap, bap, bap was the staccato sound of Brad's hips against her upturned ass, the heat of his passing now hotter than before as he continued unabated, his balls pressed tight under him as he tried to find the pace which would let him release into her waiting hole. Over and over he plunged into her, his shaft sliding past her constricted muscles at a furious pace, his body on autopilot as his fucking went on and on.

With a slight change of his angle of attack Brad finally found what he needed and with a few long thrusts, his streams of cum shot forth. He groaned loudly as his body emptied itself into Nikki who maintained her near silence, only her sharp inhales and exhales heard as Brad fucked her until she could hold back no more and let out a long moan which warbled each time Brad slammed into her.

He had never felt anything like this, the electrifying waves coursing through his dick and up his spine. Brad continued to fuck Nikki's ass, his breaths labored as he couldn't stop himself, his dick almost pulled free before repeatedly jammed back inside until, with an unexpected suddenness, he stopped.

Holding himself above Nikki as he gulped air, his dick embedded in her as he caught his breath, Brad felt lightheaded, his hands quivering as they held her waist.

Though pressed into the bed under his weight, Nikki said nothing and didn't move. A numbness enveloped her, a floating, ethereal feeling which took her away for a time until Brad lifted himself from on top of her and gingerly pulled his dick from her ass, sympathetic moans emanating from each as their soreness made itself known.

Almost flopping on the bed beside her, Brad lay still while Nikki slowly uncurled her hunched body and stretched to its full length. They were both exhausted, neither doing anything but breathing until Nikki slowly slid to him and put an arm across him. The two fought the urge to fall asleep and eventually staved off the desire long enough to rouse themselves and look at each other.

"You okay?" were the first words out of Brad's mouth when their eyes met.

Nikki nodded, a small smile on her lips as she brought her hand up to caress his face.

"Thank you," she said, a long, soft kiss given as they faced each other.

Further words weren't needed as the two understood what must happen next. Though it was obvious what would happen, neither wanted to acknowledge it and they remained in contact for as long as they could until Nikki carefully lifted herself on an arm and brushed her hair back from her face. Seconds later she lifted herself higher until she was on her hip, the uncomfortable nature of her position causing her to wince until she slid from the bed and stood. With small, staggered steps she went to the bathroom and closed the door, Brad remaining on the bed until his strength had sufficiently recovered and made his way to the second bathroom to clean up.

It took several minutes but both found their way back to the bedroom where Brad sat on the bed and watched as Nikki put on her clothes for the drive home. No words were spoken, only the fleeting glances as she tucked everything into her duffel, piled Becca's clothes as the foot of the bed then made a lap around the room to make sure she wasn't missing anything.

When finished she stood before him and rested her hands on his shoulders. They looked at each other for a few moments then leaning down as best she could, gave him a hug. After a final squeeze she lifted her bag to her shoulder and extended her hand which Brad took as they made their way to his front door.

Becca, sitting on the floor with her knees drawn up watching tv, stood as the two made their appearance but said nothing. Nikki went to her and gave her friend a hug then asked where her bag was before reaching into her duffel and producing the two vibrators and the lube. Tucking them inside Becca's bag she told her, "In case you need them."

They grinned and with the final words, "Take good care of him," she hugged Becca again then returned to Brad, immediately kissing him and giving him another hug. They held one another, neither wanting to let go, before Nikki finally lifted herself free.

"Now I'll never know how you two made out," she joked, using it as an excuse to stay near him.

"You're more than welcome to come back any time and I'll tell you how it went," Brad told her.

Nikki forced a smile, unconvincingly, and gave him another hug, whispering in his ear, "Thank you."

After another lingering kiss, she let go and opened the door. Standing to the side with his head looking around the door, Brad watched as Nikki slowly, almost gingerly, made her way to her car. With a final look back she mouthed something then gave a wave before slipping behind the wheel.

He couldn't be sure what she was trying to say, but he had an idea, and closing the door, let the cool flowing air remove the humid air which had entered his house as he watched Nikki leave. Looking at Becca who was still silent, he asked, "Want a drink?"

"Sure?" was the ambivalent reply.

It only took a minute for Brad to find another bottle of wine, open it and pour each of them a glass, the mood much more somber than it had been in a long time as they leaned against the kitchen counter. Taking hold of the bottle, he guided Becca back to the living room where they returned to the floor to watch whatever was on tv. Finishing his drink before she did, he poured himself another glass and topped off hers.

Becca wasn't sure what she should do but figuring it was the right thing to do, nestled herself against Brad who slipped an arm behind her to hold her, the drone of the tv background noise to him as he digested the last few days. Finishing his second glass he got another, filling Becca's nearly empty glass as well

"Some birthday, huh?' he absently asked.