Melinda thrust against Shaun, breathing in short, staccato bursts as she felt him penetrate deep up into her. It was not her favorite position, but it was the one that Shaun seemed to desire that night. When she did ride him like this, she particularly liked watching Robyn crouch over his face, watching as his tongue worked Robyn toward climax. For herself, most nights, she preferred to be beneath him, her legs lifted and spread wide, feeling him drive himself deep into her. During those times, she felt every change as he swelled and hardened with her. Those orgasms, she had decided long before, were among the best.
Beneath her, Shaun’s arms had moved from above his head so that his hands how gripped her hips. Melinda knew this meant that he was close. She drove against him harder, forcing him just that little bit deeper into her. Shaun responded with a deep moan and she felt the muscles of his thighs tense as he thrust upward. Swallowing against the rapidly rising wave of her climax, she pressed down against him, driving him deep into her. Crying out from a place low in her throat, maybe this position isn’t so bad after all, she thought, but the thought vanished quickly, pushed aside by the growing mental haze of her climax.
Shaun bucked upward once more. She cried out again, louder this time. With his next thrust, Melinda felt his body spasm and arch beneath her as he spilled himself into her. She had only a moment to realize before she was overcome by her own climax. Her cry seemed to well up from the very center of her body, releasing itself from her throat like a feral howl. The sound of it seemed to echo for a long moment, as if held there in the space by her strength of will alone, before fading.
As Shaun began to grow soft within her, the glow of her climax seemed to keep pace with him. This was the part of it she disliked most. Not the fading of her orgasm, for that would happen anyway, but the damp, sticky sensation of his release between her legs as he withdrew. Other than those times when they sometimes played to his deliberate release on her skin, it was the only time after they made love that she felt an uncontrollable urge to shower immediately afterward. She would need a few moments, though, to regain full control over her shaking muscles. She leaned forward, her sandy blonde hair forming a wavy curtain that sheltered their faces from view.
Shaun looked up at her, his eyes still partially glazed. A smile formed lazily on his lips and she bent down further to meet them with her own. She rose slightly, still letting her hair hang around them, staring down at him. His sculptured features reminded her of why she loved him. He was strong and handsome and yet so gentle and caring. Never had he raised a hand against her, not had she ever seen him do so to Robyn, or to anyone, for that matter. Well, except from a distance at the occasional errant driver, she smiled to herself.
Melinda slid from Shaun, feeling the cooling trail of their shared fluids across her inner thigh. She tried not to shudder, thinking instead of his seed now held within her. She smiled to herself, mentally counting off once again the weeks since she had stopped taking her morning pills. Although she would have preferred to have had it happen while in the other position, she was perfectly content if this was the time when it did.
Shaun shifted aside, making room for her next to him, but not looking at all surprised when she instead moved to sit on the edge of the bed. He watched her as she leaned forward, grazed his lips with another quick kiss, and headed toward the shower.
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