She was rocking against his glorious cock trying to find herself. Seriously. She had never seen a cock more beautiful than his, all dark satiny skin, covered with her saliva at first, rubbed clean with her hand and now wet again with her cunt’s moisture.
When he watched her, looked into her eyes like he was doing, she would focus on his eyebrows, lashes, forehead, anything to keep herself from the intensity that was looking straight into his eyes.
Sometimes the love and admiration he radiated was too much. She had a threshold that was never crossed because it felt out of control. She didn’t know what was on the other side of her fear, so she pinched off her bubbling emotions and stuffed herself with his cock instead, hoping it would fill the sore spots.
She made the appropriate noises, increased the depth of her breathing and moved harder and faster. She marveled at how wet she had gotten, at how deep he was inside of her and ultimately how good it felt to have him there, to know she was so loved. Her body was so good at responding when she was hiding out emotionally.
She crashed into orgasm. She felt the sensation, the cresting waves of pleasure rolling through her belly, hips and cunt, but she felt so far away, like she was only watching herself come.
“Where are you right now?” he asked, a perplexed smile spreading across his face when she slowed to a stop.
“Right here.” she lied.