[prasannas2001]

 
 

 
Rohan needed no further encouragement.
 
He moved over her, his body covering hers, his weight a welcome, grounding pressure.
 
He positioned himself between her legs, his hands finding her hips and pulling her up onto her knees.
 
She arched her back, presenting herself to him, an offering in the darkness.
 
He could feel the heat radiating from her, could see in his mind's eye the glistening wetness of her pussy, the tight, puckered star of her anus.
 
He entered her slowly, savoring the new angle, the new sensations.
 
From behind, she felt even tighter, even hotter.
 
He could feel his dick sinking deeper into her pussy, hitting spots he hadn't reached before.
 
He buried his cock to the hilt, pausing to savor the feeling of being completely, utterly inside her hot and wet pussy.
 
"You feel even deeper like this," she moaned, her hands clutching at the sheets.
 
"God, Rohan, you're incredible.
 
You're filling me up so completely."
 
He began to thrust, establishing a rhythm that was slow and deliberate at first.
 
Each movement was calculated to maximize their pleasure, to draw out the sensations until they were both trembling with need.
 
He watched in the darkness, his hands on her hips, guiding her movements, feeling the way her body responded to his.
 
"Harder," she demanded after a few minutes, her voice a desperate, pleading cry.
 
"I want to feel you everywhere. I want to feel you for days."
 
He complied, increasing his pace until he was pounding into her, their bodies slapping together with each powerful thrust.
 
The sounds of their lovemaking filled the room, a raw, primal symphony of pleasure.
 
He reached around her, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts.
 
"Yes," she cried out, her body bucking against his hand.
 
"Right there.
 
Don't stop.
 
I'm so close.
 
So close."
 
He could feel her inner muscles beginning to clench, the familiar tightening that signaled her impending orgasm.
 
He increased the pressure on her clit, his fingers moving faster, more insistently.
 
"Come for me," he commanded, his voice a low, guttural growl.
 
"Come for me, Mamta. Let me feel you come."
 
With a scream that was pure, unadulterated ecstasy, she came.
 
Her body convulsed, her inner muscles clamping down on him in a series of powerful, rhythmic spasms.
 
This time, he didn't hold back.
 
He let go, letting the pleasure wash over him, carrying him away on a tide of pure, unadulterated bliss.
 
He groaned her name as he came, his body shuddering with the intensity of his release, his seed flooding her, marking her as his.
 
He collapsed against her, both breathing heavily, their bodies slick with sweat.
 
He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, his cock still twitching inside her.