Trevor's Touch, Endless Squirts

The scent of sandalwood and sweat hung heavy in the air, remnants of the previous night’s passionate encounter. My eyes fluttered open, still heavy with the lingering heat, and my gaze landed on Trevor, sprawled across the king-sized bed, a picture of contented sleep. A slow smile spread across my face as I noticed the subtle twitch in his lips, a sure sign he’d been dreaming of me. He was a master at reading my body, a skill he’d honed over our year together, and I reveled in his attentive gaze. It wasn’t just physical pleasure he sought, but a deep connection, a shared understanding of my desires and needs. I felt incredibly vulnerable, yet strangely powerful, in his arms.

The memory of the previous night, fueled by two rounds of intense pleasure, still burned bright within me. The anticipation had been almost unbearable, a desperate yearning that demanded release. As I shifted, stretching languidly, I caught his attention. He stirred slightly, his eyes focusing on me with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. He reached for me, his fingers tracing the curve of my hip before gently lifting my legs. The familiar warmth of his touch ignited a fresh wave of desire, pulling me deeper into the intoxicating rhythm of our connection.

He positioned himself perfectly, a sculpted silhouette against the pale linen sheets. I lowered my hands, spreading my legs wide, and felt the immediate pressure of his weight against me. It wasn't forceful or aggressive, but a gentle, insistent invitation to abandon myself to pleasure. With a delicate hand, I dipped my fingers into the warm, yielding depths of my vagina, releasing a small, hesitant trickle of fluid onto my clitoris. It was a tentative beginning, a prelude to the explosion of sensations that was to come.

His eyes remained closed, but I could feel his awareness, his anticipation. He began to stroke me softly, his touch feather-light at first, gradually building in intensity. The rhythm was hypnotic, drawing me further into the vortex of sensation. As he continued, his hands moved lower, spreading across my labia, teasing my sensitive skin. My breath quickened, my heart pounding in time with his movements. I focused on the feeling, letting it consume me, surrendering to the primal urges that surged through my veins.

Suddenly, he leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear. "You never get enough, do you, babe?" he whispered, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine. The words themselves were simple, but the tone held a playful challenge, a suggestion that I could always crave more. He chuckled, a deep, resonant sound, before lifting me onto my back, turning me to face him.

With a graceful movement, he cupped my face in his hands, his thumbs gently massaging my temples. His eyes, dark and intense, locked onto mine, promising untold delights. I brought my left hand to his chest, kneading his muscles as I watched his reaction. He responded with a subtle shift, a deepening of his breath, a silent acknowledgment of my touch. Then, he leaned in for a kiss, a slow, deliberate exploration of my lips, before pulling back slightly, his gaze lingering on my face.

As he leaned closer, I felt a surge of heat rush through me, a primal instinct taking over. He began to stroke my cock, slowly at first, building anticipation, before intensifying his pace, drawing me closer to the edge. His hands moved with a confidence and skill that was both captivating and slightly intimidating. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, igniting my own desire.

My eyes widened, a gasp escaping my lips as he dipped his tip into my vagina. The sensation was exquisite, a burning pleasure that made my body tremble. He pulled it out, dipped it again, and then again, teasing me with the anticipation of release. I arched my back, pushing against his chest, desperate for the inevitable climax.

Finally, he moved with purpose, plunging deep inside me, his movements powerful and insistent. My legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, clinging to him as we reached the peak of our passion. The sensation was overwhelming, a tidal wave of pleasure that washed over me, leaving me breathless and spent. I moaned, lost in the intensity of the moment, as we continued to ride each other, pushing the boundaries of our shared desire.

As we finally pulled apart, I lay there, gasping for air, my body slick with sweat and arousal. Trevor flipped me over, positioning me in a doggy style, his body pressed against mine, a constant reminder of the pleasure we had just experienced. He came, and I felt a sense of blissful surrender, a complete abandonment of control. As he held me close, his hand reaching down to stroke my nipples, I couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of gratitude for the connection we shared.

But the night wasn't over yet. As he began to hold me, he shifted his attention to my thighs, rubbing them with a playful abandon. The sensation was both stimulating and slightly embarrassing, a reminder of my vulnerability. With a sigh, I opened my legs again, allowing him to continue his exploration, feeling a renewed wave of heat wash over me.

Trevor watched my reactions intently, a knowing glint in his eyes. It was such a turn on, his presence a constant source of excitement and anticipation. He pulled my clit hood back, exposing the sensitive tip, and began to massage it gently, slowly building the pressure until I could feel the first signs of climax. I moaned, my body arching in response to his touch, losing all sense of self in the intensity of the moment.

Then, the real fun began. His hand moved lower, entering my vagina further, while his middle and ring fingers curled around my G-spot, applying rhythmic pressure. At the same time, he brought his mouth to my nipple, sucking deeply, creating a tantalizing contrast between the two sensations. My body shivered with pleasure, a wave of heat spreading from my core to my extremities.

As my body reached its peak, I began to squirt, releasing a torrent of warm, salty fluid. But this time, it was different. Trevor kept his hand inside me, continuing to stimulate my G-spot as I climaxed, prolonging the experience beyond anything I had ever experienced before. My juices splashed on my face, stomach, and legs, soaking the sheets beneath us. It was an overwhelming sensation, a feeling of utter abandon and release.

Trevor was covered in my cum, too, and the sight of it sent a shiver of pleasure through me. The sheets were soaked, saturated with the evidence of our passionate encounter. I felt so sexy, so completely alive, covered in the sweet, salty remnants of our shared pleasure.

As the final wave of pleasure subsided, I felt a profound sense of relaxation wash over me. I turned my head, offering Trevor my mouth, and he instinctively pulled me in his arms, seeking a dry spot on the bed. He held me close, burying his face in my hair, as we lay there, basking in the afterglow of our shared experience.

How lucky am I? The thought echoed in my mind, a silent affirmation of the incredible connection we had forged. We had pushed the boundaries of pleasure, explored the depths of our desires, and emerged victorious, united by the shared experience of an unforgettable night. As I drifted off to sleep, cradled in Trevor's arms, I knew that this was just the beginning of our incredible journey together. The possibilities seemed endless, limited only by our imagination and our willingness to embrace the joys of our shared intimacy. The scent of sandalwood and sweat still lingered in the air, a potent reminder of the passion that had filled our bedroom, and the promise of countless more nights to come.

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