Review Blog: MET ART METART smiled up at me. "Take me," she murmured, her eyes full of fire. "I want to feel you in me."
I shuffled up a little more and felt my erection sinking into her warm, damp opening. Then I leaned over her, put my hands on the arm of the sofa above her head, and supported myself on my outstretched arms as my erection slid deeper and deeper into her welcoming body.
"Yesss! Oh, God, it feels so good when you're in me!" she exclaimed. Her legs locked behind mine and her hips began rocking, causing my deeply buried erection to lash her insides. Given the power of the orgasm I'd just given her, I was surprised by how feverishly she was engaging in our coupling.
I hadn't really planned for any of this to happen. I thought we'd sit for a few minutes, then move to the bedroom and get on with what we'd started the night before. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining that we made love. No way.
It would have been nice if I'd been able to stretch our love-making session out, but I was far too turned on for that. I was going to come, and it was going to be soon. I wasn't sure I'd be able to wait until Hillary and I could share an orgasm. Actually, I wasn't sure if she would even be able to have one. All I knew was my hips were plunging up and down, sliding my erection in and out of her, making me feel better than it seemed possible for a person to feel. Of course ever time she and I make love, it seems to feel better than it should, so...
