Joined at the Hips

“Christian, I am going to cum!” I blurt out between exhausted breathes. We’ve been at this for almost 45 minutes and I’m already whipped…literally.
“Hang on babe, I am so fucking close.” He says as he grabs my hips and buries himself to the hilt in my wet pussy. I squeeze my eyes shut as he pounds into me. Finally at the last second I feel him still around me.
“Christian, talk to me, you okay?” I ask as I clasp his face in my hands. He gives me a face-splitting grin and comes undone on top of me. My head falls back, pressed hard against the pillows. He pants and collapses on top of me. I wrap my arms around his neck and set my forehead against his.
“I have no words to explain how amazing that was. You are so intoxicating…like a damn drug.” I murmur to him. He smiles and kisses me softly.
“I know, and that’s good. Means I’m doing my job right.” He smirks at me and crushes me into the mattress. His urgent lips find mine and I find myself getting lost again. I stretch my hands up and wrap my fingers around the cold iron bars that are my head board. I grab on tight and let out a long, sexy sigh. I feel his lips traveling down my neck, trailing feather-light kisses.
My body writhes under him as he continues his torturous, sensual assault. Christian’s hand runs up my thigh, over the side of my stomach and right to my boob. He gently squeezes it until my nipples are peaked with arousal.