Daylight

He still had not come by the time first light began to pour into the window which was still open. He’d told me he would have me until morning.

And he has.

I no longer knew how many times I’d come.

Several times as he’d laid over me.

Then he had turned me over and nibbled on my shoulder. Softly biting it and holding as his pace increased. Growing more fervent. He moved his feet further apart. To reach further into me. Pressing against my soft cheeks as he arced his hips back, withdrawing from my narrow channel which now felt so exhausted that the quivering had mostly subsided.

But the more tired I became the more fervent the next climax became.

As if my own body was fighting him.

He reached under my armpits and up under me. Putting his hands over my smooth forearms to grip the back of my small fists which had gripped the bedding in an effort to delay any further climaxes.

I’m already so tired.<