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A New York Fuck

... he bit my neck softly. Too much, just too much. I screamed again, but deeper, more of a roar, as his body crashed repeatedly into me and my climax hit me like a sledgehammer. No gradual increase of feelings. Just raw, animalistic euphoria raging through my convulsing body.

Through my overwhelmed senses, I dimly realized that his thrusting had become more urgent. Until now, he had been focused on me, now his own rapture was close. And I wanted it for him. I wanted him to experience what I had. I lifted my head and kissed his ear, then took a lobe between my teeth, breathing hot air into him. And I felt him tense, his back tighten. I spread my legs wider. Releasing him momentarily, I whispered, "cum for me, I want you to cum for me," before biting his flesh again.

And he too lost control, became a bucking, pulsating, tensing creature of pure elation. I felt a guttural moan start deep in his heaving chest before a noise passed his lips. And then my ears were full of his lustful howling.

As his body convulsed, I paid heed to my own suppressed feelings once more, his pulsing, up-turned cock again aligned to perfection. And I came a final time, not theson et lumière of before, but a deeply, warmly satisfying elevation that rushed through my whole body, leaving me sleepy and satisfied.

He kissed me again, having to pause to take panting breaths. He was still twitching as his body expelled the last drops, and I could feel his heart thumping against my own chest. Then, ...

... with a deep sigh, he carefully disengaged, holding the sheath in place, before collapsing next to me. We stayed like that for some time. Each prone, each trying to come to terms with the magnitude of our climactic shared experience.

Eyes still closed, he finally spoke, his voice thick with emotion. "That was the best. My God Sadie. The very best."

I said nothing, but turned and snuggled next to him, my head in the crook of his arm. Softly, sleep crept over my satiated body.

When I woke, I was alone. A panic gripped me. Then I saw the balcony door ajar. Heard his voice drifting into the room. No distinct words, but his voice. I climbed out of bed and padded nude to the door, popping just my head through the opening.

He was standing there in a hotel robe, phone held in front of his chin, with the speaker on. My welcoming smile froze as I faintly heard a woman's voice emanate from it. And then his words: "OK, I'll call you tomorrow. Love you."

I felt my knees start to give way and grabbed the doorframe to steady myself. At the noise, Robert turned round, concern etched on his face.

I was hit by a wave of nausea and my surroundings began to spin. Then his hands were on me, supporting me, guiding me back to the bed, lying me down. He disappeared, then returned with water from the minibar. He sat, twisted the top off, and offered the bottle to me. I took a gulp, and we both began to speak at the same time.

A shared laugh broke the tension. I could see he wanted to ...