The End of the Hunt

Her cry of pain was the first time I heard her voice. She squeaked more than she screamed, a strangled cry of surprise and discomfort. When I felt a new trickle of warmth, I knew it immediately to be her maiden blood. To think that I would be able to make the first pass at a woman such as her! I stopped with the realization, afraid to hurt her any more. Instead, she began to sit up slowly. I was treated with a delicious view of her body laid open before me, slick with sweat and flushed with arousal. She flashed a brief smile, assuring me that she would be alright before raising her hips.

The suffocating tightness of her quim was all the more noticeable as she relinquished half of my cock. Her breath caught as she descended the first time, a slow and tortuous stroke. All the while her passage twisted around me, squeezing and rippling not unlike her throat. She started again from the bottom, raising her hips with the same deliberate slowness before plunging back down with more speed. I feared that I might release so soon, her slow pace inflicting on me every pleasure hidden inside her cunt. I pushed against her as she stood and lowered as she fell, making out movements as one.

Stroke-by-stroke, her pace increased steadily until we breathed heavily with exertion. My limbs shook with excitement and strain as I plowed her from underneath. Her breasts swayed and flipped with each push. I reached ahead, pulling upon her buds. She moaned in delight as we frigged, her body recoiling with pleasure each time our hips collided.

Each stroke grew shorter and quicker as she approached her end. She sat atop me, taking my last inch as quickly as she could. Her mouth grew slack as her body wound tighter. A sweet and delicate moan escaped her lips as she settled, grinding her nether lips against my groin. Her quim shook with convulsions about me, drawing my own release moments after hers. I spent myself inside her, pressing as deep as my prick could reach. We held on to each other in rapture for some time before again falling asleep in each others' arms. As I lie here with her, I cannot help but think that no matter what happens next, I wish to face it here, with her.