Ty and Cinda--A Tale of Forbidden Love - 5 - Sex Stories

Ty and Cinda--A Tale of Forbidden Love - 5

... simultaneously. It always drove Cinda crazy with desire. I could hear her moan in response. I couldn’t wait to get this ice off my face. Cinda was strict with my care. I knew it was for my benefit, but just this once I wished she would be lenient—no such luck. She made me wait the entire fifteen minutes. On the other hand she was practically begging for my cock by then. She dropped the ice onto a towel, narrowly missing Fred then climbed quickly over my body. “Remember your bargain—keep your head still.” Her hands were on the headboard in a second as her slit ran its way up and down my shaft. I grabbed it with my hand and moved it quickly into her. It wasn’t long before our pubic hair meshed and I was pressing against her cervix. Cinda’s hand to my chest reminded me to take it easy. She’d do all the work—for both of us. She rode my cock, slowly at first, to extend the pleasure for both of us. Our eyes met as Cinda mouthed the words—I love you. I reached up to her breasts. They were glorious—incredible—symmetrically round and firm with sensitive nipples and areolas. I wanted to reach up to suckle, but a promise was a promise. I kept my head down and still while Cinda went crazy on me, bending my poor cock in directions I couldn’t have imagined. In time I could see she was close. Tiny shudders ran through her body. Cinda arched her back and as she did she ground her clit into me with incredible force and strength. A massive spasm coursed through her body and she began to ...

... fall. She would have had I not reached up to hold and support her. I had enjoyed our coupling immensely, but I didn’t cum—I’m not Superman, after all. Cinda lay on my chest, her crotch leaking onto my abdomen. I felt her stir after almost ten minutes. “You did very well,” she whispered. “Keeping my head still?” Cinda chuckled. “That, too; since you were so good, I think we can do it again.” Now it was my turn to laugh. I hugged Cinda tightly. She began to rise and as she did I told her I wanted to get up, too. “I don’t like lying here and doing nothing. I’m not sick, you know. There are only two parts of my body that aren’t working right.” “Yeah, and one part that works spectacularly! Okay…but I want you dressed warmly.” She helped me up and into a sweatshirt before returning my shorts to my body and covering them with a pair of sweatpants. I was sure I’d be a sweaty mess by the time I returned to bed. Cinda helped me walk to the living room where she seated me carefully on the couch. She brought me a Coke then grabbed the phone to call for a pizza and delivery. I had just fed Fred, giving him some pizza scraps along with his food, when Cinda reminded me to ice my face again. She brought me one of the painkillers, but I turned her down. “I don’t like the way they make me feel. May I please have some ibuprofen?” We spent the night watching TV, Cinda lying with her head in my lap. We went to bed, naked as usual, with Cinda in her customary position—head on my shoulder and leg over ...