But even Naimh could only hold the deep-throat for so long, and she pulled all the way off to take a deep breath. She then proceeded to pump her head up and down my dick a few more times, although she did not repeat the deep-throat. And with one final gasp, she sat upright with her legs folded to the sides in a W-position and started working off her tight wrap top.

I was breathing hard in anticipation of her big breasts being revealed.

The sexpot redhead gave me a saucy look right before ripping the top over her head and baring a nude-colored bra that had helped properly frame and position her mammaries for maximum cleavage. Reaching behind herself, she paused for a moment to wink at me. And only then did she slip the clasp and let the cups fall away.

That's when I attacked. I jetted forward so suddenly that Naimh squeaked, “Eep!" in surprise. I gathered her body in my arms and rolled us over so that I was on top again while I feasted on her breasts and mashed my face into the valley of her cleavage. Meanwhile, my hands worked at her spray-painted jeans. And then it was my turn to yank downward on her waistband while she hopped off the mattress to help me out.

Moments later my long tongue slithered up and into her tight twat. I stared upward to maintain eye contact and watch the pleasure I gave her contorting across the beautiful babe’s face. She whimpered and groaned and scratched her fingernails across my scalp. I gave her a tongue-Lashing equal to any the other girls had ever given her and then some, and I didn't stop until she erupted in a riot of screaming spasms as she clutched my bedsheets and clamped her thighs around my ears while she came.

And then it was time.

Time for our first time.

For the second time.

I swiftly crawled up my ex-girlfriend's fantastically naked body. I slid my chest across her stomach and tits, compressing her breasts between our bodies while my cockhead nudged into the entrance of her folds. She was still delirious from her climax so I didn't penetrate her just yet. I caressed her cheeks and kissed her forehead, and then kissed her nose, and finally kissed her mouth.

Naimh's irises swam back into focus mid-kiss. At the same time, strength flowed back into her limbs as she wrapped her arms around my shoulders, and she separated our mouths just long enough to breathe faintly, "Please, Matty, I nee-- NNNNGGGGAAAAAHHH!"

Her eyes flashed in surprise, her begging request dying on her lips as her mouth gaped open to gasp the moment my thickness suddenly filled her. Her fingers dug into my shoulders and she began flopping beneath me like a fish out of water. For a moment, I thought she was having an epileptic seizure, but then she started screaming and her cunt started clenching and I realized she was having a monster orgasm just from my first thrust.

I held her close in my arms and lightly ground my pelvis down on her clit to maximize her pleasure. Her screams eventually died down, and at last her bodyquakes settled beneath me.

“Ohhh... Matty..." Naimh moaned after about a minute as she came down from her unexpected peak. I had already started moving again, slowly, in and out of her wonderfully snug channel with the idea of building into her next one.

“Hey... I intoned in a welcoming voice, staring straight into her eyes. After so many sexual encounters with the nymphomaniac redhead bent over before me while I banged her from behind, it was almost a surprise to be doing this in an old-fashioned missionary position.

“Hey you," she breathed back with a bit of a look of wonder in her emerald-green eyes. They were bigger than I remembered, a look more of wide-eyed innocence on her face than raw sexual heat.

I grinned and bent to kiss her tenderly.

Gently.

We didn't fuck, not that time. Oh, we certainly fucked each other's brains out later that night, but not that first one. I cradled my ex-girlfriend in my arms while she simply held my shoulders. And together we...

Well...

We made love.

My thrusts were slow and steady, full-length from her entrance all the way down to her deepest depths. Her hips rolled and undulated beneath me, but our bodies never crashed together with the jarring impacts that usually signified our physical unions. We simply... moved.

Together.

In harmony.

It was wonderful.

Our orgasms sort of snuck up on us. One moment we were rolling across the mattress in sinuous waves, the next I molded my lips to hers and groaned as I felt the dam burst forth within me to begin an unending flood. She whimpered into my kiss and held me close, her milkmaid muscles working overtime to draw out every last drop. And even after