He seized up, then he went wild, shoving my ass into the bed with his thrusts. I clamped down on him and rode it out, letting my head fall back against the bed as he pushed and pushed, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through my body. I thought I was going to burst, fly apart like a balloon. When I felt him push me over the edge it came as a total shock and I bucked against him, lost in the shuddering, pulsing rush of alternating waves of heat and cold slamming through my body as he grunted out the peak of his exertion into my body, his face buried in my throat, his breath hot on my skin. It was like I was outside my body, lost in a coiling cloud of pure sensation, barely aware of my curled toes and the sheets clenched in my fists and the tingling of my scalp. I arched off the bed and pushed into him hard, and he threw his arms around me.
When it was over he didn’t pull out of me, but rolled not his side and yanked me along with him so I collapsed against him, totally exhausted, barely able to move.
All I could manage was a slow “Uhhhh,” for at least ten minutes.
I winced a little as he drew out of me, feeling tender from the intensity of him. He rolled not his back and I shimmied onto his side and curled my arms around his bicep and breathed into his arm.
“How was it?” he said.
“Great,” I murmured. “Let’s do it again.”
“I can’t,” he croaked.
I looked down. “You made my legs green and there’s grass all over my bed.”