Springtime in Helena

She was still panting when I dove back in.

I was trying to inhale April.

I was biting and sucking and she was gently, lovingly running her fingers through my hair.

I was out of my mind. I sat up to catch my breath and looked at the ceiling. April arched her back, propping herself up on her elbows, breast still heaving, silently, desperately begging me to come back down.

I gently rested my hand on her neck, pressing her back into the couch. I kept her there while I regained my breath. My hand traveled up, just under her jaw, where I could feel her heavy, frantic pulse. It was a comfort to know her heart was racing faster than mine. She swallowed.

God, what a feeling.

I ripped the comforter off of her, flipped around and straddled her.

I squeezed her thin waist between my knees and I leaned back down to kiss her.

I was already dressed for the day, wearing a stiff pair of blue jeans. She was still in a light, soft flannel nightshirt.

I was pinning her down with my hands on her shoulders while I tried to suck out her soul.

The sweetest part was the way she struggled to sit up, not to get free, but just to kiss me.

I held her down, resting the full weight of my upper body on her shoulders, looking down at her sort of like a wild animal that had just caught breakfast.

When she realized she was being examined this way she relaxed and stopped struggling. She just stared up at me grinning. I rose to my knees for a better view. Then, for the first time, I slapped her with my full strength, right on her upper thigh. There was no playfulness in it.

She yelped, so I did it again, twice.

She put her hands on my waist. To this day I haven't gotten over how gentle she can be after being manhandled.

I shifted my weight so I was sitting on her stomach. She giggled, probably more because she knew what it would do to me than for any real reason, but it was a mistake.

Inspired, I started tickling her ribs. More laughter. Heaven. I started grinding on her belly. Yes, I could see that I was hurting her, but she raised no objections.

I grabbed her breasts in both hands as I rode her harder.

April squirmed and arched her back for me, pressing her stomach into me. I closed my eyes and moaned.

Then, in that split second of weakness, she pushed me onto my back and dove between my legs to nuzzle me through the crotch of my jeans.

She then quickly helped me out of them, kissed my public mound once, then turned her head to kiss my inner thigh over and over. I let it go on for a while before grabbing a handful of her thick red hair and shoving her face back into my pussy, which she licked eagerly and skillfully.

I tightened by grip on her hair and pulled her closer, burying her face completely in my pussy. I could feel her still moving her mouth.

I closed my thighs around her head and rested my feet on the small of her back. Now, with her head nicely trapped between my thighs, I loosened my grip on her hair and began scratching her head lightly. She moaned.

I kept her there for several seconds. When she began to struggle I released her so she could take a breath. After just one deep breath she got back to work. I squeezed my strong thighs around her poor little head even tighter this time and came within seconds, the climax made up of three of the intense waves of pleasure that were like nothing I had ever felt. This time when I released her, she was gasping for air.

I petted her hair as she lie there panting.

After a minute, she reached down and grabbed the comforter, pulling it over both of us and resting her head on my chest.

"What about you," I said, rubbing one of her tits roughly.

"I got exactly what I wanted," she mumbled snuggling closer to me. "Let's go back to sleep." She closed her eyes, and kissed my neck. Outside, it was just starting to snow.