A night to remember

"Just touch me,’ Ariana whined, arching impatiently against his hand. George couldn’t make either of them wait any longer. Slowly, he brought his middle finger down and slid it gently over her folds. threw her head back. 

"God, yes. Keep going.’ He did it again, this time his fingertip slipping between and gathering her wetness. He parted her with two fingers and found her clit, rubbing it in small circles. She cried out against his lips, and was lost. 

The taste of her, the smell of her, the feel of her so close against him, skin to skin. As soon as she felt that first spurt, she began to rock forward against his hand. Ethan pulled away slightly from her, only enough to slip his finger out of her vagina but leaving her hanging precariously by a thin line of precome at the end of her sex. She whimpered as he slowly withdrew his finger.  

She didn’t want him to stop. Not yet. Not yet.She wanted him there inside of her, filling her up completely, filling her with his seed, filling every last bit of empty space left behind in her heart. She couldn't remember ever feeling anything like this before. The sensations were foreign, unfamiliar. She liked them though. They made her feel alive. And so she begged for more as she reached out toward him.

"God.. please George, don't stop!" She purred shamelessly. Her voice wasn’t strong, not yet, but it sounded good in her own ears. 

She could feel herself starting to come, the pressure building around her clit, urging George to push his thumb into her opening. He complied, pushing his finger deep and harder into her tight sheath, pumping rhythmically at her entrance and when she was so close, he stopped and intentionally started torturing her with slow thrusts until she broke. When she collapsed against his hand and came again and again, he continued to work into her, pulling his thumb away and pushing it inside again as quickly as he could manage without getting too aggressive. Eventually he had to put his hand under her ass and hold her upright as the orgasm took her. 

"Good girl, you're so wet for Daddy!" He praised her as he slipped out of his briefs quickly. His dick was rock hard, ready to penetrate her.  

She whimpered again, wanting more, begging for it even as she was still coming down from her orgasm. She arched her hips and pressed against him eagerly. Ethan wrapped his hands firmly around her waist and moved her onto her knees, pressing her thighs tightly against her butt cheeks as he slid himself inside of her, groaning with the pleasure that flooded through his body at the sensation. 

"So damn good," he moaned, moving faster and faster in and out of her, never giving her the chance to catch her breath. Her hips bucked and pushed against his cock, her pussy clenching around him as he pounded into her mercilessly. The walls of her womb throbbed in unison with each thrust, the pressure mounting with every stroke.

Every time one of his thick strokes struck home, another would take its place. Each thrust, followed by another. She gasped as he pushed his cock in even deeper and suddenly he was fucking her hard and fast, driving himself home into her. He kept pumping wildly into her, slamming into the sensitive spot over and over, and finally, finally after what seemed like forever, he let go. With one final push into her she exploded, her juices dripping down his legs. 

A few moments later, He exploded into her with a cry, spilling hot cum deep inside her. She let out a long, drawn out moan at the sensation of the semen pouring from him, loving every drop of it that touched her swollen nub. He panted heavily as he slowly pulled himself out of her, sliding down her body and falling next to her where he lay, exhausted. For a while they just lay there quietly together until both their breathing and heart rates slowed. At last, he turned towards her and smiled fondly. 

"Mmm... how are we feeling now?"

A small smile appeared on her face. "Very much better." 

It had been such a long time since she'd had sex. So very long…but it had been worth every minute spent waiting anxiously for the moment to come. Even though it had taken her years to be prepared, she'd enjoyed it. In fact, all she wished for right now was for George to make love to her again. 

But the thought was short lived because he rolled over onto his back, holding his arms up above his head and spreading them wide. He looked extremely comfortable, and Ariana immediately snuggled into his side and rested her head on his bare chest.

"So tell me, how was high school life for you?" He asked.

She sighed, thinking of her old classmates and friends. Some of them had married, some hadn't, some were still working or living at home. Most of them had babies by now .  

"It was okay I suppose. You know I wasn't the popular type but I did have few friends though..few good friends."

He stroked her hair affectionately. "That sounds pretty depressing."

She chuckled. She was happy about being able to laugh again. It was good to know that she was not busy crying over Lawrence. “Yeah…but that was probably a blessing in disguise."

They laid silently, enjoying each other's company for several minutes before the silence became uncomfortable. Finally, he said, "Did you see anyone you knew after we graduated?"  

She shook her head. "Not really, except my best friend, Laila. You remember her right?" 

He nodded. He remembered Laila. He remembered how sweet and innocent she'd been at the beginning, before she grew too serious. That girl had matured into someone who wouldn’t hesitate to kill anyone that hurt her friend. 

"Yeah, I remember." He thought for a moment. “How is Sarah doing, anyway?"

At this question Ariana shifted uncomfortably. "Uhh…"

"What’s wrong?" he asked, sensing something else was bothering her. He propped himself up on one elbow and leaned in towards her, studying her closely. She had gotten prettier, with ginger hair and brown eyes instead of bright blue. He wondered if her eyes had always been this brown and beautiful. "Your eyes are so pretty."

"Thank you." She blinked repeatedly as she felt colors rush up her cheek, she suddenly felt hot.

"Fuck!" George cursed under his breath. He was trying really hard to ignore his now rock hard and throbbing dick but that look in her eyes was making it even harder. He leaned closer towards her, ensuring that hiss lips were just a few inches away from hers. "One more round?"he whispered.