Diane bit her lower lip as she slowly impaled herself on Michael’s cock. They both gasped and twitched until he was completely inside her and her ass was resting on his thighs. She smile at him and drug her nails across his chest.
Michael grunted and grabbed her by the hips. He pulled her a little forward and the vague sensation of the vibrating plug in her ass became an overwhelming presence that made him arch his back and moan.
“Oooh, you feel that do you?” she whispered. “Well let’s see if you react to it the same way I did.” Diane rocked her hips with measured precision. She could feel him inside her and could tell when he was in contact with the bullet. She kept him pressed against it even though it was a struggle to maintain that much control. She kept an eye on his face and loved to see the muscles twitch as he fought for control.
She didn’t have Michael completely figured out. He was sexy as hell, and she was sure his nice-guy-hands-off approach was little more than a ploy to get her in bed, it had worked, and she was so very glad about that. She could barely remember the last time she had an orgasm not achieved through masturbation, let alone a time when she had cum more than once in a night. He might be using her for sex, but she could use him too, and she did not think it would end with their trip to Denver.
The moment Michael looked like he would not be able to take any more, Diane rose up and slammed herself back down. Michael cried out and st up right. He wrapped his arms around her and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. It was as much to keep her from repeating that move as it was to pleasure her.
Diane tangled her fingers in his hair and pulled his head back. She kissed him hard enough to bruise her lips before pulling back and saying, “If you don’t fuck me in the ass right now I think I’ll die.” It sounded like a bit of an exageration, but she was not so sure it wasn’t the truth.
It only took a moment for Michael to act. He rolled Diane to the side and flipped her onto her stomach. Michael grabbed her by the hips and lifted until she could get her knees beneath her. He grabbed the exposed end of the plug and slowly pulled it out.
Diane moaned and shifted her body so that her ass was even more exposed. “Come on, baby. Fill me up,” she whispered.
Michael grabbed the lubrication and poured some onto his hand. He covered his cock with the slippery substance and wiped the excess on Diane’s asshole. He knelt behind her and pressed the tip against her anus and pushed his way in with measured care.
Diane groaned and gripped the sheets, but did not ask him to stop. It took only a minute for him to be completely inside her. He waited a moment for her to get used to his girth, and then he pulled back out and thrust in with a quick stroke. Diane cried out, but Michael did not stop. Again and again he thrust into her ass and he felt the pressure building inside him until he could take no more. He thrust once more and grunted as he shot his load deep inside her ass.
Diane cried out and reached between her legs to grab Michael’s balls. Her own orgasm left her legs weak and her breath short. “Oh shit,” she moaned.
Once he was spent, Michael pulled out and a long stream of followed. It dripped onto the bed with an audible plop, but neither of them noticed.
They laid down beside each other and quietly struggled to catch their breath. “That was amazing,” they said in unison. Laughter filled the room until they were both out of breath again.
“Come on,” Michael said, “lets take a shower before you have to leave.” He rolled to the edge of the bed, stood up, and held out his hand to her.
“Hold on a second,” Diane said. “I don’t think I can stand up just yet.”
Michael smiled and said, “Don’t worry. I’ll support you.” Diane took his hand and let Michael lead her to the bathroom.