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Post by Cordelia Christenson on Jan 27, 2017 19:54:44 GMT -5
It was way too easy to slip her head onto Sam’s shoulder. It just seemed to fit there in the most natural way. Just as long as he didn’t choke on those fries he was eating, everything was perfect. He was just as much fun to watch during the movie as the screen itself. Of course she knew from experience that there was nothing quite as annoying as having someone watching you while you were trying to experience something for the first time, so she resisted her urge to do more than just the occasional glance in his direction.
Cori nodded her agreement with Sam’s words. “Yeah, that would be fun. Or to go into the future and see how everything turns out.” She meant in the broader sense of the world, whether there would be another major war that would make the earth explode, whether the Earth would be overcrowded and they would have to end up sending large colonies to other planets, that kind of thing. But part of her was also curious to see how things would end up on a smaller scale. For Sam and his career. For the two of them as a couple. As certain as she was that their love for each other was real, the introduction of aliens and superhuman powers into this world meant that things were a little less certain than they used to be. With Sam being one of those powered individuals and occasionally participating in hero-ish activities, there was an element of danger in his life always. Then again, if something bad were to happen to him in the future, there was always the question of whether it would be better to know and worry about it for the rest of the time they had, or to remain blissfully ignorant and enjoy each day that she was able to spend with the love of her life.
Screw it. Those thoughts were way too deep for a movie about a magical, time-traveling group of airheads. She took another sip of her beer and nearly regretted it when the next funny scene came up and the beer almost came back out her nostrils. Luckily she managed to avoid that catastrophe just in time, but it was a close call. Man, this movie really liked having men mooning each other. So hilarious. “Hey… do you think that guy’s butt is better than mine?” she asked Sam with a giggle.
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Post by Trench on Feb 13, 2017 19:53:39 GMT -5
Sam didn't mind at all that Cori kept looking at him while he was watching the movie. Oh, but he noticed. He actually loved that a girl so beautiful could even be that interested in him, that she loved him. It was still storybook to him. Damn near a fairytale, despite it all. That was cool with him, though. He enjoyed every moment with her.
"Hell yeah it would," he answered with a wide smile. "I can just see us on a shuttle going to a big space ship, having a good time in front of the big window where you can see the stars out of. What's it called?" He paused for a moment, his attention leaving the movie and the food until it hit him. "Viewport!" He scarfed down another handful of fries and gave a small chuckle at a smart ass comment from the female lead in the movie. "She plays the funny bitch role really well." Of course he had thought about their future together, more often that he could even remember, but he just got to be so busy at times. It was always in the back of his mind though. They had done so much together, been through so much. He knew that so much more was still to come. And though he couldn't wait to get there, he knew every second of the ride was going to make it all the better. Cori didn't know it yet, but Sam had his eye on a ring he'd seen on his way home from fixing Mr. Allen's sink. It was a bit pricy, at least for the amount of money he was making then. Once he got his first paycheck, that ring would be his, or rather hers. He gave her a sideways glance with a smirk that revealed that he had something in mind.
"Oh, dammit," he said as another man's butt was shown on screen. Enough with the dude ass already. "No, not chance at all," he answered her question with a smile. "There is no better butt than yours. Well, except maybe mine," he chuckled. "Mine's pretty friggin' awesome." He leaned over and kissed her. "Nah, no, there is no better butt than yours."
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Post by Cordelia Christenson on Apr 18, 2017 9:32:59 GMT -5
Having a good time in front of the viewport, huh? Cori smirked at the many dirty thoughts that popped into her head after hearing Sam’s words. Whether or not he’d meant it that way did not matter in the least. With a man like Sam next to you, how could your mind possibly not be in the gutter a majority of the time? It was impossible.
Cori happened to glance in her boyfriend’s direction just in time to see a familiar expression on his face. “Uh oh. You’ve got your sneaky plotting face on. What are you thinking about?” Her eyes narrowed playfully and she poked him in the ribs with her index finger. That expression on his face never led to anything good. Well, that wasn’t true at all. It had often led to some of their best dates. The point was that it meant mischief of some kind was afoot, and she could never tell whether it was something that was going to happen immediately or something he was planning down the line. That was part of why he was so good at surprising her. Well, that and the fact he could have one hell of a poker face when he chose to. Man could have made a killing in acting if he hadn’t already lost his heart to football at a young age.
“See, that’s where I think we have to agree to disagree, love, because I think YOUR butt is the best. That makes mine second place, if that…” Okay, fries down. Now for the burger. As much crap as she’d given Sam for his dinner choice, she was actually really happy with the way the night was winding down. Even if she hadn’t changed out of that fancy dress yet. Why the hell hadn’t she done that yet? Oh well, too far gone now. She was comfortable and not about to change that now. Except to grab another beer, of course. She slipped off the couch. “You need another drink, babe?” She’d already seen the movie before, so it was only fair that she be the one to get up if anything was needed.
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Post by Trench on May 15, 2017 17:55:50 GMT -5
Well damn. Now that image was in his head. The two of them in front of the viewport, doing dirty things. He shifted his weight just a bit in his seat, barely managing to keep himself calm at those thoughts. Oh but the things he would do to her, and for her, if that were ever the case. She knew it though, knew what he was capable of doing and knew his limits now too. Sam was confident in his prowess, but there was no such thing as perfect. He sure as hell wanted to practice with her enough to get to perfect though. A couple of casual glances towards her made it even more difficult to focus on the movie, especially in that dress that he'd just noticed she hadn't changed out of. That was okay, though, because she was rockin' beautiful in it.
"Who? Me?" he asked with a feigned tone of shock in his voice. "Now would I do something like that?" Oh, he knew that she knew the look, but usually it was something crazy or something off the wall that he'd come up with, or was plotting in his head to do. This time it was something serious, but he couldn't betray that to himself, so he kept that look. She'd think he had something weird in mind. Of course, there were a lot of people in the world who believed the concept of wedlock to be weird. At one point, Sam himself even thought that, but then he met Cori. "I'm thinking....," he said with the same smirk. "I'm thinking about that trampoline place we passed on the way back. We should get one of those small ones to put in the bedroom. For, umm, tactical reasons....of course." He cleared his throat and looked back to the movie, just in time for another dude ass. "What the fuck!?!"
He looked back at her again, the question in mind about their respective butts. "Well mine is the best, but yours is the best of the best. I mean...have you seen it?" His hands moved around in a curving motion, oddly enough his hands the exact distance apart as if they were resting on Cori's hips and rounding to her ass. "Honestly, I'm getting a chub just thinking about it. Yours, not mine. That would be weird." He turned when she asked about another drink, just in time to look at her ass moving towards the kitchen. "I rest my case." He quickly grabbed his drink and shook it. "Yeah, beautiful. I could use another." He took a swig from the can and set it back down, then burst out laughing when the lead character fell around a corner while trying to hide from an alien.
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Post by Cordelia Christenson on Jul 1, 2017 16:59:16 GMT -5
A trampoline. Hmm. At this point, Cori supposed she shouldn’t be surprised by anything this man came up with. Still, a trampoline of all things? She laughed with a shake of her head. “You’re such a weirdo, babe.” Something like that would be handy in a pillow fight, though, tactically speaking. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea. Who was she kidding? The fact that she was even mulling over the potential benefits of having a trampoline in the bedroom meant that she was every bit as weird as her wonderful boyfriend. It was probably why they worked so well as a couple, though, so probably best not to dwell on it too much.
At least he always kept her laughing. It would be weird indeed for him to get aroused by his own ass. That would be some straight up Narcissus-level shit right there. Thank whatever gods might be up there that she didn’t have to worry about Sam having that kind of ego. For being both gorgeous and a professional-level athlete, he was surprisingly humble and level-headed. Yet another thing that had really attracted her to him from the very beginning. The circle of people her father approved her spending time with all spent way too much time with their heads up their own asses. It was a wonder she hadn’t gotten herself in any real trouble when she’d decided to rebel. It was a pretty dark path she’d started down at that point in her life. If she hadn’t met Sam at that frat party, things would probably be much different. Someone upstairs liked her, that was for sure.
After popping open couple more beers, Cori returned to her spot next to Sam on the couch and curled up next to him. The movie’s heroes had just figured out how to take down the aliens and save the world, which meant the movie was winding down. A quick glance in her boyfriend’s direction told her all she needed to know about whether or not he was enjoying it, and that was really all that mattered to her. Tonight was about him, celebrating today’s payoff for all the hard work he’d put in over the course of his life to get him to this point. He was going pro, and staying local too. Cori couldn’t imagine anything more perfect for the both of them. How in the world had she gotten so lucky?
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Post by Trench on Mar 21, 2018 19:44:19 GMT -5
"Ok,so maybe I'm a bit of a weirdo, but for realsies, tactical reasons....," he cleared his throat. Tactically, he just loved seeing that ass bounce. His head turned towards the screen again to watch the movie, but he couldn't focus so much on it now. Still, there were things that caught his attention and made him laugh. He'd have to watch this again sometime later...
For now, his focus was on exactly what it should be on. The only thing in the entire world that really, truly mattered to him. And she had just curled back up with him. He wrapped a string arm around her and pulled her as close as he possibly could. Before another swig if his drink, he kissed her forehead. "I love you, babe," he said softly, almost as if it had just slipped out. But it was completely voluntary. To he honest, as much as he did say it, he didn't think he said it enough. There were times that he wondered if he did enough. How was it that she viewed him as good enough for her? He knew that her father wouldn't approve, but the fact was that didn't matter. As long as Cori was happy with him, it was all good.
The heroes of the movie has figured out how to beat the aliens, and all it took waa them playing country music, giving the aliens a migraine headache and causing them to run away. Comedic, but accurate, Sam thought immediately. Country music would make him run away too. "That was funny as hell," he said as the credits started to roll. Then, during the credits, the music disk skipped and stopped playing. The aliens came back and quickly killed the whole crew, the captain the last alive and ending the movie with a highly comedic "Aww fuck!" just as a blood spatter hit the screen and it went black. Sam burst out laughing. That was some ridiculous bullshit.
Sam leaned back after putting his drink back on the table. He wrapped his other arm around Cori, teasingly sliding the shoulder portion of her dress down a bit. He gave her that look, and she'd know what he was thinking. And it wasn't about a trampoline...
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Post by Cordelia Christenson on Apr 16, 2018 0:31:48 GMT -5
There was nothing better in her life than this. Being here with Sam, in his arms. Without a doubt it was where she belonged. With or without a trampoline. It didn’t take much imagination to figure out at least one of the uses for such an object in their place, but she was sure he’d surprise her with even more. It never ceased to amaze her how creative he could be when necessary. Or when inspiration struck. She’d reaped some pretty amazing benefits from those lightbulb moments.
“Love you too.” The words escaped her as if they were the most natural thing in the world. There had been a time in Cori’s life when she never could have imagined feeling this way about another person. They’d both had their wilder times, after all. Even before that, though, when most little girls were planning out the weddings of their future 20 years in advance, Cori had wanted nothing to do with it. Even then she hadn’t fit in with the kids of her father’s friends. She needed something different for herself. So if that circle’s definition of love and happiness was a gigantic ring and an ivory tower where the children are all raised by nannies… she would have to forge her own path. And she had. Thank goodness. She couldn’t imagine being any happier.
The credits rolled, and she felt a small tug on the sleeve of her dress. When she lifted her chin to look at him, she found an old familiar expression on his face. “So… I’m assuming this means you’re ready to move on to the final stage of tonight’s festivities?” she inquired with a sly smile as she lifted herself up to straddle his lap. Because of the fit and cut of this particular dress, that meant the garment had to ride a little higher on her thighs to allow her to place one leg on either side of his body. The skirt was bunching around her waist just a little now. She somehow doubted Sam would mind the extra exposed skin. Especially not if she was right about what he had in mind next.
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Post by Trench on Jun 1, 2018 20:48:05 GMT -5
Trampolines. Football practice. Movies. Cori. There were other things, but they were all great. And they were all things that Sam loved. The way that woman got to him was like nothing else. He wouldn't know how to describe it when it came to words, but that didn't matter. He knew, and that was all that mattered. She was going to be his wife someday, someday soon. It was just a matter of time. Money wasn't an issue anymore, and so long as he was smart with his paychecks, it wouldn't be for the remainder of his, their, life.
He smirked slightly when she made her assumption. "How do you always know what I'm thinking?" he asked with a hefty smile on his face. He leaned in for a kiss, slowly making contact with her lips, teasingly touching them with his, and lingering for a brief moment. A smile curled up on his face as he pulled away from her. Oh, but the way she was straddling him. He was initially thinking about carrying her to the bedroom, but who needed a bedroom when they had a perfectly good couch right here. His hands slid slowly up her legs, running under her bunched up skirt. His lips touched hers again, again in the same teasing manner as before. He did love to do that to her. "I say let the festivities commence." His hands slid to her inner thighs, the smirk on his face grew. Something else started to grow too.
Bedroom it was, last second decision. Sam stood up, lifting her with him and carried her into the bedroom. Walking with a boner was always a little awkward, but it was much easier when carrying a beautiful woman with you. Once they were in the bedroom, Sam dropped her on the bed, smirking the entire time. "Ok, see you later," he joked as he turned around towards the door. But he quickly spun back around and dropped to his knees in front of her. His lips touched her knee, her inner knee, up her thigh. His teeth took hold of her panties and started to slowly pull them down her legs. Thick thighs and pretty eyes....that was his girl. He wouldn't have it any other way. He chuckled a bit as her panties slid over her feet. After that, his tongue started its work.
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Post by Cordelia Christenson on Jul 21, 2018 13:46:20 GMT -5
Cori just shrugged innocently. “Just lucky I guess.” Of course she was right. More often than not, their nights together ended this way. Their appetites were nearly insatiable when it came to each others’ bodies and the pleasure they could bring. Even if that had been the sole basis for their relationship, she would have no complaints. For something that had started as a hookup at a frat party, it had evolved into something infinitely better. They supported each other’s dreams and goals. His strong arms calmed and comforted her when she was upset or feeling down. There was no doubt in her mind that this was real.
The teasing had already started. He knew exactly the kind of thrill he could send through her body with even the slightest graze of his lips. It wasn’t fair at all. Then again, they both knew she was capable of giving that right back if she so chose. “Well then, commence they shall.” This day was all about him, after all. A celebration of all the hard work he’d put into achieving his dream. Now that dream was becoming a reality. Cori just felt lucky he was choosing to bring her along for that ride. He was the perfect man in her eyes. Not that he was perfect. Neither of them were. Their strengths and weaknesses just happened to make each other stronger. There was no other way to say it, really. As far as she was concerned, they were perfect for each other.
The teasing expression on his face as he picked her up and carried her to the bedroom let her know right away that he had some kind of mischief on his mind. Dropping her onto the edge of the bed was not quite what she’d expected, but she laughed when he pretended to leave. They both knew he wasn’t going anywhere. Still, she played along. “Aww, well bye then…” she said with a cute pout which quickly turned back into a giggle watching his abrupt change in direction. The feeling of his lips working their way up the inside of her legs was already making her squirm a little, but once his tongue found its destination there was no escape for her. All she could do was lay back and enjoy the ride as he took her to heights of pleasure no other man had ever managed to reach.
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Post by Trench on Jul 28, 2018 20:32:41 GMT -5
College had been a fun time for Sam, for the most part. Frat parties, women, hard liquor and football. He didn't enjoy the classes so much, as he would always be the first to tell you that he wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed. But the greatest thing about college had been meeting Cori. That first night together, at the frat party and then on the football field, it was the greatest night of his life. Over time, he grew to love her more and more, and now here he was, ready to put a rock on her hand. He'd never imagined that he would ever actually want to do that for any woman. Oh, but Cordelia was so much more than a woman to him. She was everything. He could lose everything else, but as long as he had her, he would be just fine. True love. For the longest time he didn't even believe in it, but now....he felt it.
There was no greater night than a night with her. All of the women he'd been with before, not that his number was that high really, but still....she was the best he'd ever had. Maybe that was because of the actual emotion behind being with her, or maybe she was just that damn good. He'd thought about that at length before and had come to the conclusion that it was a bit of column A and a bit of column B. The way her body moved was just heavenly, perfectly syncing with his movements, whether tongue or unit, she knew just how to move those hips. There were times that he was concerned that he wouldn't last five minutes with her. He was better than he gave himself credit for, though. Hell, even if he shot off early, that body would quickly have him rock hard again.
Letting his tongue do the work, Sam's hands kneaded at her hips and legs, rubbing and caressing with both a passionate roughness and a slow tenderness. Oddly enough, there was a time that Sam didn't really care for doing this, but that had changed with Cori. He was all about bringing her pleasure, no matter what he had to do. And over their time together, he'd come to enjoy it anyway. His tongue slowed for a moment before he stopped, then trailed his lips up and down her left leg slowly before going back to work.
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Post by Cordelia Christenson on Sept 8, 2018 15:27:16 GMT -5
This was heaven. Cori was absolutely convinced there was nothing better in life than the way their bodies connected. He’d always been especially good with his tongue. At least, he had during the time they’d been together. She distinctly remembered at least one other girl being surprised to hear that he’d even performed oral on her, around the time they’d first gotten together. She only remembered it so distinctly because of how surprised she’d been to hear this wasn’t something he’d done for - at least one - previous lover. The enthusiasm with which he used his tongue to pleasure her had given her the notion that he really enjoyed it and always had. Apparently that was not the case. That was okay with her, though. Made her feel like she was special to him, like he really tried to go the extra mile to please her. And please her he did.
Feeling his kisses on the inside of her thigh made her giggle. “You’re such a tease, babe.” Luckily the teasing never lasted for very long before his head returned to the spot between her legs. Those extra moments of anticipation did plenty to heighten the pleasure her already sensitive body was feeling. She moaned softly, bringing her hips forward to meet his eager tongue. No one had ever known her body the way Sam did. Maybe it wasn’t even a conscious thing. He just knew where to lick, how hard to suck or grab or caress. He was perfect. There was not a thing she would want to change even given the opportunity to do so.
Her hand reached down, running her fingers through his hair even though it wasn’t long enough for her to really grab. He was taking his time, which was just fine by her. They had nothing else to do tonight, nowhere else they needed to be. Eventually, though, her body started to crave that release his tongue was promising. She wrapped her legs around his back, pulling him down even farther and forcing him to press even harder and bury his tongue in her. That was it, the spot. “Oh god…” Gripping the bedsheets with both hands, Cori could feel her legs begin to quiver a split second before pleasure washed over her completely.
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Post by Trench on Sept 29, 2018 11:02:15 GMT -5
Years had passed before the two of them had met, and Sam couldn't believe how much time was just a waste. There was no life without this woman, and every second of pleasure he could give her made him happy as well. There was more to their love making than he'd ever felt before. It was like they were soul mates, like they were meant for each other. There was no other way for him to think about it. That was the simple truth. He loved her completely, and he wanted to spend the rest of his life proving that to her. "Who? Me? No way," he answered her calling him a tease before his tongue went back to work. It wasn't long before he felt her legs spasm a bit, and he knew she was there. He stopped, slowly pulling away and moving his body over hers. Sam knew he was cute. Women had always enjoyed his presence, but none deserved it anymore, except for Cori.
He lowered his body over hers, trailing a few kisses down her neck, his hands kneaded at her hips, still writhing from the pleasure he'd brought her. That brought a smile to his face. "I love you so much," he said as he lowered his body even more. Getting on his knees down, he lifted her hips, pulling her legs straight up to have her feet curling about at his ears, he slowly pushed inside of her. God, it always felt so good. She was the perfect combination of welcoming and tight. He moved her legs, letting them drape down over his hips, and pulled her up into his lap, lifting her body up and down in his strong arms, sliding over his eager, throbbing shaft. She always got him so hard. "Dammit, you're fucking perfect," he said breathily as he moved his hips upwards, meeting her every time he'd lower her body down. And God could she move those hips.
He lowered back onto the bed, sliding his knees outwards and wrapping both his hands around her legs, pulling them around him. He loved it when she wrapped her legs around him. It was almost like she was claiming him when she did that. Men like to be claimed too, ladies. Cori knew that, and Sam couldn't be happier. He began to slowly push forward, pull back, push forward again, building a perfect rhythm, slow and sensual. There was no other way right now. Sam wanted to take his time.
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Post by Cordelia Christenson on Nov 10, 2018 19:07:03 GMT -5
As great as Sam was with his tongue, there was nothing that compared with the feeling of him actually inside her. There were times when just the thought of their bodies entwined could drive her to distraction to the point that she could miss entire sections of a professor’s lecture. Thank goodness for audio recording. Getting all hot and bothered in the middle of a class was not something Cori liked to make a habit of doing of course, but it wasn’t always avoidable when you had literally the perfect boyfriend. That shit just happened sometimes.
Cori took a deep breath, biting her lower lip as she felt him at her entrance, preparing to push inside. “I love you too, baby.” He always seemed immeasurably proud of the fact that he could bring her to climax multiple times in one encounter. It almost wasn’t fair how well he knew her body at this point. Almost. If she didn’t love it so damn much it wouldn’t be fair. But she did love it. Couldn’t get enough, in fact. Her threat earlier in the evening to keep him in the apartment for at least an hour if he didn’t stop his teasing had been all too real. If tonight hadn’t been so damned important for his future, she probably wouldn’t have even given him the option. Just this one time, she was willing to postpone the pleasure. And that patience sure as hell had paid off. Her boyfriend was a professional athlete now. Those years of practice and hour after hour either in the gym or watching tapes to study had amounted to something after all, just as she’d always known it would. The bottom line though was that as long as he was happy, she was happy too.
She pushed herself up when she felt him lifting, eager to cling to him now that their bodies were joined. Her head tucked into the crook of his neck, platinum blonde curls cascading down her back in a stark contrast from her golden skin as their bodies moved together slowly. There were times when there was nothing sexier than a quickie, especially in an unusual place, but that wasn’t what tonight was about. This was a celebration of all his hard work, and their love for each other. And desire, because what was love without a little unbridled lust, after all? Her legs squeezed him tightly as she felt him lowering them both back onto the bed. “God you turn me on so much it’s not even fair…” Her hips rolled upward to meet his every thrust, eager to take him deeper and deeper. Could he just stay inside her forever? Unfortunately the answer to that question was no. That didn’t mean they couldn’t try, though. Going slow definitely helped it last longer, but she already knew it wouldn’t be too much longer before she came again since her body was still so sensitive from the oral stimulation he’d given her just a few minutes before.
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Post by Trench on Nov 16, 2018 20:48:15 GMT -5
Everything was lining up perfectly. Sam couldn't believe his luck. Not only did he have the perfect woman in his life, but now he was a professional athlete. He'd always loved football, and it had been a dream of his to play professionallly for as long as he could remember. He'd also had a very heavy affection for the members of the opposite sex. He'd never really struggled in that department, but now he'd hit the jackpot. Cori was exactly what he knew she was....perfect. Smart, funny, beautiful, sweet and caring, and a demon in the sack. And they'd had the conversation about it earlier....but God that ass!
Which is exactly where his hands rested, slowly moving with every roll of her hips, every upwards thrust. Slow, steady, a little rough but with more of the gentle touch. There were times when they enjoyed the quickie, but on a night like this, the stars were just aligned and this was about making it last. Sex being one of the most enjoyable things a person can experience, why wouldn't you want to make it last a while? Hearing her answer that she loved him too drove him crazy every time. In a good way, of course. He couldn't believe that a woman like this felt that way about him. Sure women had always loved Sam, but they'd felt that way because of his looks and not because of the man that he was and had become. Sam had to slow himself down even more as he thought about it, composing himself so that he didn't shoot a load too early. Sure, he would have taken a short break, got it back up again and continued on, but they were in the moment right now, and he didn't want that to stop just yet.
But as it happened, his body betrayed him a bit. He couldn't contain it. A few more tensed strokes, meeting that flawless hip motion, and his eyes closed tightly, his grip around her waist now firmed, pulling her body tight against his, and his entire body shuddered, a loud groan escaping him, followed by heavy breathing. She always seemed to do this too him, make him cum hard, harder than he'd ever remembered busting off before. He fucking loved it. He slowly lifted her up and back down once more, looking down her body, those supple curves and generous width in all the right places. He knew he didn't even have to tell her to give him a few seconds. She knew already. The key was to not let it go completely soft. He wiggled around just a bit and felt it start to tense up harder again. "Round two," he said with a grin.
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Post by Cordelia Christenson on Dec 1, 2018 15:12:52 GMT -5
Practically right on cue, Cori’s body started to tremble as she felt Sam tensing beneath her, and they peaked together. Even as she clung to him afterwards in an attempt to catch her breath, she knew they were not done yet. She could feel his eyes examining her body appreciatively. It wasn’t hard to guess what he was doing. Giving himself the motivation to keep the night going on for at least a little while longer. An idea came to her, and she grinned. Sliding her hands up his perfectly sculpted abdomen and chest, she pushed firmly enough to separate their two torsos until her boyfriend’s back hit the soft bed beneath while she still sat up straight. “You know, the view is usually better from down there,” she said with a smirk. At least now he’d be able to see all of her at once.
Cori took one of Sam’s hands, lifting it higher to graze lightly over the lush body he’d just been admiring. Up her slender waist, over the curve of her breast, past the collarbone. “Well? You like what you see, lover?” she asked teasingly. Of course he did. She could feel him getting harder by the second. Just another little tiny push and he’d be good to go. Her mouth found his index finger, licking and sucking lightly on the digit in a way that very much resembled the way she pleasured his member on those frequent occasions when she chose to go down on him. Performing with her tongue had always been a particular skill of hers, but she had always been especially enthusiastic when it came to Sam. Maybe because he was always so responsive, or maybe because of the skill with which he always returned the favor. Probably both.
The additional teasing seemed to have done its job, based on the throbbing she could feel inside. If it was possible, it seemed like he was now even more turned on than he had been before. Cori moaned softly as her hips started moving, riding that rock hard shaft slowly. The only thing that wasn’t slow was the rate at which she was racing back toward another orgasm. Something about this night, the combination of how good he’d looked in that suit, how proud she was that he was reaching his dreams, the relief that he wasn’t going to have to leave town… it was just perfect. The perfect night, with the perfect man. Maybe that was why she couldn’t get enough of him now. Not that that wasn’t usually the case, but tonight seemed special even beyond that. Maybe tonight they’d go for a new record.
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