Free Heart Of Stone by S.I. Hayes

might not talk her into growing in at least the smallest patch of her red hair. He loved the feel of a woman against his face, his hands, his hard cock when he was inside her. She moaned quiet but eagerly as her hands worked steadily. She rolled onto her side, drawing her knee upward, and a deep groan escaped her now quivering lips. Her face was in the pillow a moment but she tossed it aside with her free hand, pushing herself up off the bed. The hand working her moved rapidly between her partly closed legs, and she began to shake. Her skin flushed, as she grabbed the thick comforter, digging her nails into it. She arched her back impossibly far, her head thrown back. Hair splayed across the mattress, as her mouth opened. Barely a sound escaping, just a series of short little whimpers, and jolts of high pitched sounds as her body convulsed in a rhythm all its own. She collapsed against the bed, her chest heaving, one hand at her chest covering her still extended nipples, the other draped lazily across her hip, as she stared at the ceiling.
    Matthew’s heart fought against his ribs, the sight of her coming was almost enough to make him blow his own load and he hadn’t even realized he’d gotten hard. He climbed off the edge of the bed, taking off his clothes. He had to have her. There was no way around it.
    Sitting up, taking off the earbuds Donnella watched him strip, her legs were still shaking from the multiple orgasm she had just given herself, but she couldn’t resist him. She wanted that hard throbbing rod inside her, no matter how difficult walking would be the next morning. She’d just wear flats for a few days. He climbed on to the bed, grabbing her by the ankles, pulling her down to him.
    “You’re beautiful when and after you come.” He blurted out, as he lifted her to him, kissing her roughly running his hands through her hair as he kissed and left small bites down her neck.
    “Am I not otherwise?” She chuckled as he flattened her out and put himself beside her, turning her to her side, he lifted her leg with his arm.
    “Not that beautiful, no.” He let out a low grunt, as he sidled up behind her, taking her from behind.
    “Then you’ll just have to keep me coming so that I keep this glow all the time.”
    “I like the sound of that.” He thrusted deeply, then pulled back slowly as he reached around, finding her clit swollen and throwing a massive amount of heat. He used his middle fingers to gently massage her, careful as he knew she was still sensitive. It didn’t take long before she was moaning again.
    “Harder.” She pleaded. Grabbing his hand and helping him to apply more pressure to her as he thrusted. She pushed him back, pulling away, only to climb back on him, backwards. Keeping him deep, she leaned forward, her hands down the end of the bed, pushing off for leverage as he held her hips.
    “Sit back.” She panted with authority, her legs shaking as she sat up, her back against his chest. Grabbing his hands she led them to her heavy and bouncing breasts. “Keep the girls in place so I can finish.”
    She rocked down on him, her muscles tightening, he’d never had a woman take him this way before. Hell he’d never had a woman take him for this long before. He was surprised he was lasting it out. He could feel the walls of her insides as they contracted each time she came and he’d counted at least three times already. She was doing little circles, he could feel the motions as her hips turned and twisted around his cock. His balls began to tighten, the sure sign he was getting ready to come.
    “I’m gonna…”
    She reached down and grabbed him by the sac, and the lower part of his shaft, giving him a little tug. The sensation sent a shock through him and a pain.
    “Ahh, fuck what did you do?” He bucked underneath her, but she kept at him.
    “You’re not coming are you?” She smirked.
    “That hurt like a bitch though.” He lifted her off of him, putting her back to the