I honestly wasn't expecting it to go as fast as it did. He pushed me hard and wouldn't let me rest. I came over and over, sometimes one orgasm ran into another. The final number is hazy. He kept track. I tried but wasn't quite with it.
I was lucky it wasn't too hot here, I'd have melted. I don't know if I'll ever do it again. It was hard core intense. Something that left my body aching for days. My right arm is still getting over the intense work out. My arms, legs, neck and shoulder were marginally better by day three.
It was fucking incredible and strange all in one. Imagine your mind going blank except for a voice whispering obscenities in your ear, over and over, begging you, forcing you, demanding you cum. Most of the time he orchestrated it all, talking to me. Once he let me do myself, without helping me. He simply repeated he was watching me, though I do remember that one being harder, took me longer.
I think though that quality is definitely better when it's slower build and fewer. But the experience was to be had. It was hot and I still get wet thinking about it. My mind wanders back to his face peering at me from my computer. I crave him. Constantly. Today especially. Today just him as a friend, though I would totally be up to a good hard fuck, but I could use a hug and his hair to run my fingers through, random chatter or watching a game show trying to play along. Not sure what it is about today, but I'm in need of affection.