Post Bukkake Tenderness
EROTICA | BUKKAKE | ROMANCE | SHORT STORY
Enjoying a tender moment after hours of carnal shenanigans.
As I made my way towards the showers, listening to the raucous laughter and moans coming from the main room I felt a satiated kind of fatigue after a great evening. I was happy and exhausted.
I could feel the accumulated cum slowly making its way down my body, now that I was in a vertical position again. They had managed to cover every part of me, and I was pleasantly surprised that none of it had made it into my eyes or nostrils. It had happened before, and it was probably the only thing I didn’t enjoy on bukkake night.
Just as I turned the corner I heard my boyfriend walking up behind me. He chuckled playfully as he wiped away some cum that was about to make its way to my eye.
He took my hand as we walked into the shower room with a comfortable silence between us. It had been a fun night for both of us. He turned the shower on and stepped under it. Watching the water trickle down his body had a sort of meditative effect on me in my tired state. I was mesmerised by the sight.
He started running his fingers over my boobs, feeling the cum nestled at the top of my bosom with his fingers. I knew he was extremely turned on by the idea of other men desiring me, and seeing me covered like this in the product of said desire was one of those things that intrigued and aroused him.
He pulled me under the shower, gently stroking my cheeks, letting the water carry the cum away from my face as he stared lovingly into my eyes. I think that, to him, the sight of other men’s lust for me wash away to reveal that I am still only his at the centre of my being brought him comfort and cemented his love for me, every time we came here.
He started washing my boobs with gentle motions while kissing me. He bent down to suck softly on my now sore nipples. My rather large bust always got a lot of attention from the other men, and he knew I needed a milder touch than usual.
As he was sucking on my nipples he washed the cum off my stomach before kissing his way down till he was on his knees in front of me. He started licking my pussy in a reverent, unhurried way. He was in no rush, he just wanted me to be comfortable.
My pussy was tender as it had taken quite a lot that night, and I could still feel cum dripping out of me. I couldn’t quite remember how many guys had cum inside me, as I had been more focused on those that came on me. Some had cum in my pussy, some in my ass.
He didn’t care, he had always worshipped my pussy, come rain, hail, blood or cum, he would bury his face between my legs and make me feel like the most desired woman on the planet. Nothing would ever stop him. I bent my head back and just enjoyed his touch.
He was caressing my thighs and hips as he carefully licked my clitoris. He kissed my inner thigh and looked up at me as he put his face against my leg with a content smile on his face. I stroked his cheek and made my way down to his level, straddling him on the floor, water still cascading down on us.
His dick had been hard since we stepped into the shower room, and even though I had just spent hours being pleasured, I wanted to feel him so badly. I took his dick in my hand and guided it slowly inside me. He moaned as I took all of him inside me.
He wrapped his arms around me and started sucking on one of my nipples while playing with the other. He made no moves with his hips, he was letting me run the show, knowing that if I wanted something I would ask for it.
I slowly started moving my hips back and forth, simply enjoying the feeling of him deep inside me. Having him in me felt so comfortable. It felt like home. I was running my nails up and down his back, now and then hitting one of those sensitive, ticklish spots that sent shivers through his entire body.
I put one hand on the back of his head, fingers in his hair, the other on his shoulder and looked into his eyes as I started moving up and down. He put his hands under my ass, helping me bounce higher. I started moaning as I could feel the pleasure building.
His fingers started digging into my ass cheeks as his excitement grew. He was looking at me, observing me, relishing the sight of me enjoying him. He started massaging my anus as I was gently bouncing on top of him with an inquiring look in his eyes. I smiled at him and gave him a small nod before he slowly put his finger in my ass.
As if the addition of an anal fingering hadn’t spurred me on enough, some cum started dripping out as he was gently fingering me, and I could feel myself reaching that point of excitement where I lose control.
I started riding him faster, my nails digging into the back of his neck. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back so he could kiss my neck. He was breathing heavily against my neck, and I could tell by the way his body started tensing up that he was about to cum.
I put my tongue in his ear, something that had always driven him insane with lust, and it made him cum instantly. He grabbed around my waist with one arm, his other hand still busy fingering my ass and pulled me down hard onto his dick as he came inside me.
The feeling of him cumming inside me was enough to send me into an orgasm of my own, wrapping my arms around him, my nails digging into his back. We sat there like that, embracing each other as we rode out the waves of pleasure rolling over us, kissing each other, feeling a tender and calm serenity that only comes with a real and deep connection.
I didn’t get off him for quite a while, as we just sat like that, enjoying the water falling on us, making jokes with each other and with the other occasional guest that came into the showers. Eventually, we got up, got dressed and went home, where we fell asleep in each other’s arms, happy and contented.
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