Every Man's Fantasy part 6 of 6

Every Man's Fantasy part 6 of 6
 
 
 
Ezra gently rubbed Yuima's clitoris as her paroxysm waned and she relaxed. She kept her
eyes shut for a few minutes, enjoying a feeling of warmth as the strain left her body, and then she opened her eyes to see Ezra staring down at her, a look of quiet joy on his face. When her nerves had quieted enough to talk, she sat herself up and smiled at him.
 
"Oh, God! Ezra, that was wonderful! Do it again!"
 
"Don't you know I have needs of my own?" he protested.
 
"Who cares about your needs when you can do that to me?" Yuima exclaimed, grabbing at his arms. "Please, again!"
 
Ezra laughed, "All right, once more; but only because the look of ecstasy on your face when you climaxed was one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen."
 
"Nonsense!" she said, but she lay back, spread her legs wide and, with her hands on his shoulders, pulled him down to her for a kiss.
 
Ezra pushed her wild hair out of her face and kissed her meaningfully. Then he slowly resumes his finger-fucking. Soon Yuima was transported back to that world of pleasure where her mind clouded over and her voice stuck in her throat. Again, with finger, thumb and tongue, Ezra brought Yuima to a tense and noisy climax. In all, Yumi had three orgasms under Ezra's erotic ministrations before he could hold out no longer. It didn't help that Yuima had taken to rubbing her hand up and down his cock.
 
Ezra lay on the pretty slim girl and kissed her hard. He tried to position his cock at the lips of her pussy but Yuima had to guide him with her hand to her entrance before Ezra could push his cock in. Yuima's pussy was tight and she moaned loudly with every thrust. Soon she was accommodated to the stretch and began to thrust back in rhythm. She brought her knees up and dug her heels into his back. The bed shook with their exertions, making a rattling squeak to accompany Yuima's girlish squeals and Ezra's panting. Yuima's noise was driving Ezra wild. He gripped her shoulders tightly and rammed her harder and faster, his panting became grunts. Yuima's note changed as she ascended to her peak until, at last, they climaxed together, Ezra's throbbing cock pumping semen deep inside Yuima, whose spasm shook her thighs and arched her back.
 
They lay panting, sweat mingling on intertwined legs and arms, neither able to speak but content to be quiet and warm and fulfilled.
 
When they had rested and recovered, they made love again, Yuima sucking Ezra's cock to hardness and then riding him slowly to a satisfying mutual orgasm. Now they were satiated but exhausted. They lay side-by-side and whispered and laughed, fondling and kissing until drowsy sleep claimed them both.
 
Next morning, Ezra woke alone, his cock taut in anticipation of a repeat of the previous night's joys. He called out for Yuima but got no answer. He went in search of her but without success. Eventually, on the bridge, he found a message she had left him on the shipboard computer. It said:
 
'Dear Ezra,'
 
'Thank you for a lovely time yesterday. I cannot explain how much it meant to me.'
 
'Sorry I rushed away before you woke, but I am no good at saying "farewell." I hope you will remember me with fondness, as I will remember you. If you want to see me again, you can contact me at this post-box:: (It was a Kyoto address).'
 
'I wish you a safe trip.'
 
'Love from Yuima.'
 
The letter made Ezra feel much better about his brief affair with Yuima. He decided to contact her if he survived and, after a shower and breakfast, he was still smiling about the previous night's encounter when he checked his clearance with the port authorities and expertly maneuvered his spaceship out of the dock and away from the spaceport, to get in position for his initial hyperspace jump.
 
By nutbuster