Afternoon in the Pool-6

He brought his lips back down to mine, but my mouth was open, gasping for breath. He took my bottom lip between his and I was gasping against his face as I felt myself rushing towards the edge, my finger worked faster, my heels locked behind him, dragging him harder against me, the rhythm of my hand masturbating him becoming more erratic as I approached the crest.

“Are you coming Amee?” he breathed. His voice was just a tremulous whisper against my face, as if he was in some sort of pain.

“Yes! Oh Yes! Oh Jeeez! Ooooohhh!” Wave after wave of deep exquisite tremors shook my body as I plunged over the edge. The most intense and most beautiful orgasm I had ever experienced took complete control of my body.

As I fell into that sweet, dark abyss where for several seconds nothing else in the world exists except the waves of aftershocks, sparked in the nerves of a stimulated clit’ and transmitted along my sensitive sheath to the depths of my vagina, and from there, emanating throughout the whole body. I vaguely sensed John’s hand grasping the wrist of my hand which was still wanking him, trying to pull it away from his cock.