struggling to hold her orgasm back. “ Soooo good ,” she moans slowly, one of her hands wrapping around my wrist and pulling it from her hip.
I’m confused at first, but as she guides it up her body and to her tit, I understand what she wants. I palm her tit— hard —putting a little more focus on her hardened nipple as she continues to ride me. Her moans fill the room, and she covers my hand with hers, squeezing her breast in tandem with me as she calls out my name over and over and over until her body begins to quiver through her orgasm. She’s so vocal, and not just the usual hums and moans that I’m used to from my ex. No, Amelia is loud and enthusiastic about what I’m capable of doing to her body.
She drags her free hand down my chest, curling her fingers until her nails scratch me lightly and leave red lines in their wake. The minute she reaches my stomach, I sit upright, moving my hand from her hip and into her hair as I kiss her almost desperately, chasing after my own release.
Her hand is still sandwiched between us, so close to her pussy, and I crave to feel her come again as I do. “Touch yourself,” I command softly, and Amelia’s hand inches lower until she’s able to slip her fingers between her thighs. It turns me on even more to watch her do what I’ve asked; Gretchen has always just sort of laid there, never one to put in any effort or try something new. This was definitely different, and it drove me wild with desire for her.
She continues to rock above me, and when I feel her fingertips brush my cock as it slides out of her, that’s it. The surface of my skin prickles and my muscles tense, curling my fingers and toes as my orgasm rips through me.
Panting, she removes her hands from her body and collapses on my chest, her hair splaying across my sweat-slickened skin, and her labored breaths causing goosebumps to rise up all over. My hand trails lazily up and down her back, and I can feel her heart pounding in time with mine as we lay here, still wrapped around each other for a few more minutes before I excuse myself to use the washroom.
I press a kiss to her forehead before she rolls over onto the other side of the bed, and I make my way through her small apartment and into the bathroom where I clean myself up before rejoining her. When she gets out of bed to do the same and grab a glass of water, I watch her walk away, marveling in how beautiful and confident she is. After emerging from the bathroom, I watch her walk around her narrow kitchen from the bed, appreciating the way the moon highlights the womanly curves of her body.
“You’re staring, Owen,” she says, setting her glass on the counter.
I chuckle, my cheeks warming slightly at having been caught ogling her naked body. “Forgive me,” I say, still unwilling to take my eyes off of her. “It’s just…how can I not? You’re stunning.”
Laughing, Amelia puts her glass in the sink and rushes through her studio apartment and hops into bed, her tits bouncing in a way that only a 20-year-old’s can. “Well, when you put it that way…” She nestles into my side, pressing her naked body against mine as she yawns. “Are you ready to sleep yet?”
I’m definitely feeling like I could fall asleep now; my mind seems to have cleared up, and exhaustion is starting to set in. I nod. “Yeah. I think so.”
“Good, because I have school tomorrow, and if I don’t get a few more hours of sleep, I’m going to fall asleep in class.” She hitches her right leg over my thighs to get closer, and I sigh in contentment. “Do you have to work?”
“No,” I reply. “I took a few days off so that I could avoid…” I pause before I bring Gretchen up; something tells me that bringing up your soon-to-be ex-wife while in bed with the beautiful—and very naked—twenty-one-year-old co-ed you’ve started sleeping with has the potential to turn awkward.
Amelia catches on, though; she’s always been pretty astute. “Ah,
I’m confused at first, but as she guides it up her body and to her tit, I understand what she wants. I palm her tit— hard —putting a little more focus on her hardened nipple as she continues to ride me. Her moans fill the room, and she covers my hand with hers, squeezing her breast in tandem with me as she calls out my name over and over and over until her body begins to quiver through her orgasm. She’s so vocal, and not just the usual hums and moans that I’m used to from my ex. No, Amelia is loud and enthusiastic about what I’m capable of doing to her body.
She drags her free hand down my chest, curling her fingers until her nails scratch me lightly and leave red lines in their wake. The minute she reaches my stomach, I sit upright, moving my hand from her hip and into her hair as I kiss her almost desperately, chasing after my own release.
Her hand is still sandwiched between us, so close to her pussy, and I crave to feel her come again as I do. “Touch yourself,” I command softly, and Amelia’s hand inches lower until she’s able to slip her fingers between her thighs. It turns me on even more to watch her do what I’ve asked; Gretchen has always just sort of laid there, never one to put in any effort or try something new. This was definitely different, and it drove me wild with desire for her.
She continues to rock above me, and when I feel her fingertips brush my cock as it slides out of her, that’s it. The surface of my skin prickles and my muscles tense, curling my fingers and toes as my orgasm rips through me.
Panting, she removes her hands from her body and collapses on my chest, her hair splaying across my sweat-slickened skin, and her labored breaths causing goosebumps to rise up all over. My hand trails lazily up and down her back, and I can feel her heart pounding in time with mine as we lay here, still wrapped around each other for a few more minutes before I excuse myself to use the washroom.
I press a kiss to her forehead before she rolls over onto the other side of the bed, and I make my way through her small apartment and into the bathroom where I clean myself up before rejoining her. When she gets out of bed to do the same and grab a glass of water, I watch her walk away, marveling in how beautiful and confident she is. After emerging from the bathroom, I watch her walk around her narrow kitchen from the bed, appreciating the way the moon highlights the womanly curves of her body.
“You’re staring, Owen,” she says, setting her glass on the counter.
I chuckle, my cheeks warming slightly at having been caught ogling her naked body. “Forgive me,” I say, still unwilling to take my eyes off of her. “It’s just…how can I not? You’re stunning.”
Laughing, Amelia puts her glass in the sink and rushes through her studio apartment and hops into bed, her tits bouncing in a way that only a 20-year-old’s can. “Well, when you put it that way…” She nestles into my side, pressing her naked body against mine as she yawns. “Are you ready to sleep yet?”
I’m definitely feeling like I could fall asleep now; my mind seems to have cleared up, and exhaustion is starting to set in. I nod. “Yeah. I think so.”
“Good, because I have school tomorrow, and if I don’t get a few more hours of sleep, I’m going to fall asleep in class.” She hitches her right leg over my thighs to get closer, and I sigh in contentment. “Do you have to work?”
“No,” I reply. “I took a few days off so that I could avoid…” I pause before I bring Gretchen up; something tells me that bringing up your soon-to-be ex-wife while in bed with the beautiful—and very naked—twenty-one-year-old co-ed you’ve started sleeping with has the potential to turn awkward.
Amelia catches on, though; she’s always been pretty astute. “Ah,
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