[He wants her to tell him what she needs? Chrissy whimpers, because that feels so overwhelming in the moment. All she can focus on is the way he's filling her and stretching her, and how her body is accommodating him perfectly. It all feels so good, particularly when he works his fingers against her clit. And she isn't sure what else there can be apart from this.
Still, her hand eventually slips down between them, guiding his touch against her clit until they find a rhythm that has her nearly seeing stars. She knows when they find it because she actually sharply cries out, and her toes curl as her heels dig against him. That's good. Good enough that the warmth in her belly escalates into an all out tingling fire.]
Just like that, okay? Don't stop.
[Her voice is strained with as tightly wound as she is, breathy and tense as she moves with him as best as she can. It isn't long before his name is falling from her over and over, getting louder as he brings her to the edge. Jason had always told her that girls don't get off, that it's not something she should want. But as her first orgasm washes over her and she's left clinging hold of him, fingernails dragging against his back, she realizes that he's lied to her for years.
This is the most absolute perfect moment of her life. Girls can come, and they're meant to do it just the same as the guy is. It feels amazing, an all consuming kind of sensation. It's electric, only amplified by the way she can feel her inner walls spasming around his cock as he continues to seek his own end. At the precipice of her climax, everything within her seems to short circuit. Thought is lost completely, and she's just left with a searing white flash of pure pleasure. It runs hot through her, leaving her trembling in its wake as she slowly starts to come down.
She's sensitive but blissed out as she lets her legs drop down from around him, feeling too boneless to keep them wrapped. They lay splayed wide open, her flexibility as a cheerleader put into display as she relaxes back against the bed. Her fingertips press against his cheek, and she guides his forehead down to press against hers so she can kiss him.]
I just need you. [She murmurs against his lips, gasping softly as her sensitive body seems to be even tighter around him now. With her every nerve ending alit, it's almost too much. But it's amazing, and she urges him to let go with sweet whispers and kisses.
This isn't just sex, as much as she thinks he might prefer for it to be just physical. The bond that they have is only amplified for her now. She feels so connected to him that it's hard to tell where she ends and he begins.]
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Still, her hand eventually slips down between them, guiding his touch against her clit until they find a rhythm that has her nearly seeing stars. She knows when they find it because she actually sharply cries out, and her toes curl as her heels dig against him. That's good. Good enough that the warmth in her belly escalates into an all out tingling fire.]
Just like that, okay? Don't stop.
[Her voice is strained with as tightly wound as she is, breathy and tense as she moves with him as best as she can. It isn't long before his name is falling from her over and over, getting louder as he brings her to the edge. Jason had always told her that girls don't get off, that it's not something she should want. But as her first orgasm washes over her and she's left clinging hold of him, fingernails dragging against his back, she realizes that he's lied to her for years.
This is the most absolute perfect moment of her life. Girls can come, and they're meant to do it just the same as the guy is. It feels amazing, an all consuming kind of sensation. It's electric, only amplified by the way she can feel her inner walls spasming around his cock as he continues to seek his own end. At the precipice of her climax, everything within her seems to short circuit. Thought is lost completely, and she's just left with a searing white flash of pure pleasure. It runs hot through her, leaving her trembling in its wake as she slowly starts to come down.
She's sensitive but blissed out as she lets her legs drop down from around him, feeling too boneless to keep them wrapped. They lay splayed wide open, her flexibility as a cheerleader put into display as she relaxes back against the bed. Her fingertips press against his cheek, and she guides his forehead down to press against hers so she can kiss him.]
I just need you. [She murmurs against his lips, gasping softly as her sensitive body seems to be even tighter around him now. With her every nerve ending alit, it's almost too much. But it's amazing, and she urges him to let go with sweet whispers and kisses.
This isn't just sex, as much as she thinks he might prefer for it to be just physical. The bond that they have is only amplified for her now. She feels so connected to him that it's hard to tell where she ends and he begins.]