Mikvah Night, Part II

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Well, now she was all his, and he not only wanted and needed to make love to her, cum inside of her, and find his own release, but he was determined to make her cum again – with him inside her.

He lovingly undressed her the rest of the way, removing first her shirt, then her bra, then her tichel. He suckled each nipple lovingly as he released each bra-cup and ran his hands all over her beautiful naked form.  Yes, there were stretch marks and small pockets of cellulite, but he loved her more for them, languishing extra kisses in all those imperfect spots. They were what made her a real woman, his woman.

“I want you inside me,” she said, taking him by surprise. Sarah was not normally so forward in expressing herself like this.

Avi grinned. “All in good time babe…all in good time.”

“No, Avi, now! Please. I need to feel you inside of me.”

Avi quickly got undressed and climbed into bed beside her. She reached down to hold his cock in her hands. He was so turned on, his whole body shuddered at her touch, and he arched his back.

“Oh, Sarah…”

“Do you want me to take you in my mouth?”

Her eyes were dark with intent and desire.

Avi cleared his throat…”Oh babe…I do but…I don’t know how long I’m gonna last. I’m so hot for you.”

Sarah grinned wickedly. “Just a little…?”

She sat up in bed and leaned over, flicking her tongue over the head of his cock, tasting the pre-cum that had already beaded there. She licked up the sides of his shaft and then opened wide, taking as much of him into her mouth as she could.

Avi groaned. It had been years since she’d gone down on him. He concentrated really hard on not losing it. When she started to build up a rhythm, he nearly did lose it.

“Sarah…baby…stop. Stop. Oh my God that felt so good, but I want to cum in your pussy. Please?”

Sarah smiled and lay back down on the bed, licking her lips.

“So, come on in.”

Avi got up on his hands and knees and straddled her. He bent down to kiss her and he eased himself inside, slowly, enjoying every sensation. Her lips tasted like his cum, and that just turned him on even more, because he was sure his lips tasted like hers. As Avi began to rock himself in and out of her very very wet pussy he was certain this was the best sex he’d ever had. Real or imagined.

Sarah bucked her hips up to meet his every thrust. She wrapped her legs around him, driving him deeper inside, angling herself to take him as deep inside as he could go. Avi closed his eyes in fierce concentration. He knew he would cum any minute but he wanted to wait for her. He wanted Sarah to control this a little bit too. He wanted her to rock herself into orgasm at the same time as he came. He hoped it wouldn’t take too long, she was so turned on already, but this would be her fourth orgasm tonight, and he didn’t even know if that was possible.

Sarah started crying out beneath him, breathing hard, her hips bucking faster, meeting his with a more erratic rhythm, with something like desperation. She cried out, louder, in a noise unlike anything he’d ever heard before. He dropped all the shields in his mind, let go of all thought, and came inside of her, cum rocketing out of his cock in an explosion of sensation that nearly blinded him with its force. He had to squeeze his eyes shut in an effort not to pass out. His vision swam and he saw little pinpricks of stars behind his eyes.

When he started to come down off the high of the orgasm and felt his consciousness land back into his body and onto the bed, where he was still inside of Sarah, he saw her smiling wider than he’d ever seen before. Her eyes were dancing and on fire. He grinned and bent down to kiss her.

“Heh. You ok?”

She nodded. “Amazing.”

“Heh. Me too.”

“You know,” she said, “I should go to the mikvah more often.”

Avi came out of her and lay down beside her, his whole body still tingling with sensation.

“And never wear underwear ever again,” he said with a laugh.

She laughed too.

“How about you go again tomorrow night?”

“Sounds like a plan to me,” she answered, burying her head into the space between his neck and shoulder, and closing her eyes, sated, completely spent, and more fulfilled than she’d ever been in her entire life.

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Staff writer and editor at Jewrotica, Karalyn Dane is a poet and a novelist with a penchant for beer and unusual vegetables. She may or may not live out the many fantasies that she writes about on this site.

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