You absolutely would not say no to winding her up again, though with the inevitable intensity of your impending orgasm you know you're going to need a couple minutes before you get back to full speed. You love the feeling of her her fingers in your hair, the way she's giving herself over to your body, the aftershocks that continue to vibrate through both of you. You don't want the wave to break, the shore to come up, the ride to end.
Alas, physiology simply isn't on your side.
It's her purr in your ear that really does it, sending you spiraling to the deep end and right off. Grunting, gasping, you pick up speed, your thrusts growing more and more insistent as you rise up to your climax. Your grip tightening on her thigh, you manage a "Vai, I'm gonna cum-"
And then it happens, crashing through you, that wonderful rush of release. Your face presses against her neck as you exclaim.unabashedly in pleasure, only just managing to keep it together enough to pull your dick out of her in time. Seed stains the tree that supports you as your body convulses and shudders and shakes, until finally your eyes clear and you brain regains coherence and you chuckle, appreciative and low.
Leaning with your forearm on the tree over her head, your other still cupping the swell of her hip, you take a moment to just breathe. "Fuck," you murmur expressively into her neck, punctuated with soft kisses. "That was... fuck."
Zephyr
you can be the ripest, juciest peach in the world
and there's still going to be someone who hates peaches
and there's still going to be someone who hates peaches
