Chapter 19 R-18 (All characters depicted in intimate scenarios are of the age of consent or higher.)
I keep my ministrations going, and the third orgasm slams home like a freight train, and leaves Zenya letting a high pitched scream that quickly turns silent, by the time the last of the aftershocks taper off, Zenya is nothing but a limp, sweaty, gasping mess.
'I love this expression on her face…and the way her chest heaves…' I express in my mind as my cock throbs in angrily at not being in her warmth.
"No more," Zenya groans as I start to tease her little clit again, her own hands leaving my head and grabbing my forearm in the strongest grab she can muster before she proceeds to drag my hand away from her sex and up her body.
"I can't take any more." Zenya whimpers, and I reply by giving her a wicked grin and an evil laugh as I lay down beside her on the bed and prop myself up on an elbow.
"You can do that all day, you know." I tease almost viciously.
Zenya stares up at me with wonder…and fear in her eyes and in her facial expressions. "All day?" a timid and fearful question slips from Zenya's lips.
"All day," I assure Zenya with a gentler smile than before.
"I'm pretty sure I'd die after a couple more orgasms like that." Zenya whispers to me as her hands start stroking my forearm.
"Nah. But you'd sleep really well...and would need to rehydrate since you're such an enthusiastic cummer." I tease Zenya softly, enjoying the way her flushed appearance grows even darker as she takes a second to compose herself then reaches downwards pushing my boxers down and grabs me by the length with both hands making a little moaning groan slip from my lips.
"I'm willing to try it-soon…But right now I want this." Zenya says to me any trace of shyness gone only raw need burned in her pretty brown eyes.
I strip myself of pants and boxers probably faster than I ever have before, and roll on top of Zenya much to her enjoyment if her pleased giggling is anything to go by.
I quickly lift myself on my arms just enough so my weight isn't squishing her, while I position my hips so that the length of my swollen cock is pressed into her slick channel.
Zenya bites her lip between her pearly white teeth, and moans as I teasingly grazed her slit and clit with the head of my cock, while she herself starts to grind her hips and move her breasts all in the effort to rub herself against me and produce more friction from the shaft of my rigidly hard cock.
In only a few seconds my erection, my hips and my thighs are completely coated with Zenya's arousal, I tilt my head down and brush her lips with mine, softly at first, until our tongues meet.
Zenya starts kissing me eagerly, and as the heat…as the passion of our kiss grows I start to ease the head of my cock into her entrance, at this intrusion Zenya makes a low sound in the back of her throat as her opening stretches around me, her hands grab hold of my biceps.
"More." Zenya breathes out as if I was pushing all of the air out of her lungs with just easing my tip into her slick, molten core, At her words my first instinct is to ram my cock into her tight hole and to bury myself balls-deep all at once, and with a force of will I prevent myself from doing so as I want to savor this intimate moment for as long as possible.
Instead of rutting her like a mindless beast or an eager teenager, I continue to push into her slowly, so slowly that I can feel her walls expanding to take me in.
Inch by inch Zenya's walls spread against my flesh turned to steel, her walls gripping and kneading me, not giving me any ground without making me work for it.
'God you're so fucking tight.' I groan in my head, and even though she is so wet and well prepared by my earlier ministrations that I could tell that if I was a smaller man down there my shaft could have glided in easily.
I release a long sigh when our bodies finally meet, my hips pressing against her fully, my balls resting against her ass.
"Ooo." Zenya expresses as her eyes partially roll up in her head and her back arches up off of the bed.
"Fuck, Zenya…" I groan, as I press my face against her neck and slowly, I start to withdraw from her until only the head of my cock is still wedged inside her tunnel, pausing for a second to pull back and look into Zenya's slightly distantly gazing eyes receiving a nod from her I slide back into her, much faster this time than the last and all in one smooth stroke.
"Ahhh!" Zenya shouts as her insides feel incredible as they are stretched around me, and her external limbs wrap around as I begin moving in and out of her at a consistent pace.
Each time I push into her, Zenya and hit a fleshy wall she lets out a low, raspy gasp.
Zenya starts lifting her hips to meet my thrust, which only encourages me to go faster and harder, her legs come up and wrap around my hips, she pulls me into herself, her muscles silken walls grip me tightly, legs and inner walls squeezing in on me feel amazing.
I shift forward so that my pubic bone mashes against her clit, and allows me more range in movement as I batter my hips against her.
Zenya is so wet now that every thrust makes a sloshing sound and when our body's meet there is a wet slapping sound as well.
Looking at Zenya whose eyes are closed, while her mouth gapes open, her gasping moans become cries, as her fingers bare down on my forearms like vices, she starts bucking her hips sporadically up into me, trying to cram as much of me into her as she could.
'Shit, I'm gonna blow soon.' I groan, and say in my mind and though I wanted to draw this moment out, Zenya is just so damned sexy and so wonderfully tight combined with that fact that I can feel her own mounting orgasm about to hit and knowing she was about to come all over my cock pushes me straight to the edge.
I grit my teeth and hold on, determined to wait for her and it was as if Zenya knew I was close to the edge and that drove her to cum as well as suddenly, her whole body locked up, her legs crushing my hips against hers forcing me deeper inside of her.
Zenya's nails that are dug into my forearms burn a hot trail down my biceps and she lifts herself up off of the bed with a shriek while her pussy floods and her walls flutter wildly against my straining cock.
"Fuck!' Zenya cries out and I let out a primal sound somewhere between a grunt and a roar together at the same time.
As I explode into her, my organs are so strong that I can feel it affects all the way through my toes. I fire so much cum inside of her that my muscles and balls ache afterwards.
'I can't remember the last time I'd come so hard.' I groan in my head, my pulse pounds in my ears and the room spins a bit as it goes gray around me, I gasp trying to get air into my starving lungs.
Looking at Zenya I see that she is completely out of it, I slowly pull out of her and Zenya makes a disappointed but content sound as my head popps free of her twitching sex, I collapse onto the bed beside her.
As soon as I settle down onto the bed beside Zenya, she swarms me planting me in a shower of passionate kisses mostly on my lips.
"That…was amazing…I'm so sore though…Bella definitely didn't tell me the first times were that good." Zenya moans softly as one of her hands brush over my arm and gently grip my sticky cock, as she rests her head against my shoulder.
"Sweetheart, that was nothing." I say playfully.
"Nothing…that was nothing?" Zenya asks with surprise in her voice, making me chuckle softly.
"I can't wait to see what other tricks you've got to show me…then." Zenya replies back to me and then yawns, her breath feels hot and steamy against my chest.
I laugh softly, "We'll see…I'm not twenty anymore but I'll do my best." I joke softly, while feeling more content than I have in a very long time.
"I just had like five orgasms and it was my first real time having sex…how old are you?" Zenya replies to me her voice grows heavy with sleep.
"Twenty eight…not too old am I for you…am I?"
"No, not too old…we only have about a nine year age difference between us…I really thought you were at most a year older than me." Zenya says softly releasing another yawn against my chest before her breathing evens out and I can tell that she's sound asleep.
As I lay in bed with Zenya's lithe body snuggled against mine, and being all warm and cozy together, I bring my hand up and start stroking her hair, my eyes grow heavy from the repetitive calming action.
I flutter my eyes open, to soft rays of sunlight, 'Must have dozed off after that.' I say in my head as I admire Zenya half draped over my chest, one arm flung possessively across me, one leg twined around mine.