The little moments became hours. Eventually he slid off me, his flaccid c*** leaving me feeling empty. He spooned me and whispered in my ear that my response to his unmanning me had been incredible to see and experience. I was in a confused place, holding his arm tightly around my waist as I felt my bottom slowly ungape. My head was spinning, the memory of what i had experienced for the first time and the self loathing of what I had let him do to me and how lustfully I had responded to him taking me. With my consent and free will, certainly, but still unable to figure myself out in terms of it happening in the first place. I loved lying in his arms with his sperm deep inside my body but I also wanted to run screaming in horror at what I had done. How naturally I had responded to my own undoing. After he dozed off I slipped out of bed to the shower. I was sobbing and unable to wash away my own self shame. I left quietly without waking him and just drove for a while. He started texting me asking where I was and i told him I was fine jist needed some time to clear my head. I went home and sat in the dark utterly self disgusted for who knows how long. When the door knocking began I knew it was him. I let him in but sat back down and said nothing. Finally he simply asked me if I realized it had been so good because maybe it was love not lust. I choked on my own sudden sob and locked myself in the bathroom. He knocked and tried to talk to me but I ignored him. He finally gave up and said he would go. I heard him walk away from the door and I burst out of the bathroom and threw myself at him and begged him not to leave. He gently pushed me back against the wall and kissed me and my mind melted. His hands were everywhere and I felt him hard against me through the clothes. I urged him to my own bedroom, tore his clothes off, then out his hands on my waist. In total silence he slowly kissed me, his hands everywhere at once. He out me in my own bed naked and trembling and I felt the heat of his beautiful c*** here and there on my skin as he set my body on fire. He rolled onto his back and I immediately went to orally worship him but he stopped me and simply said no, not now, he needed to f*** me. Amd just looked at me. I watched his beautiful curved pulsing c*** twitch with his heartbeat and drip onto his stomach. Yet still he did nothing and I realized what he expected. I lifted a leg over him straddling his hips and nestled the head of his c*** between my cheeks. I looked at him helplessly and simply told me it had to be my decision. He never took his eyes from mine as I began to bear down. The pressure of my bottom being spread and stretched was so much more intense this time. So impossible. He talked softly to me as I bit my lip and kept pushing myaelf down whimpering. I just couldn’t take it. He put his hands on my hips and told me to take a deep breath. I panicked inside but it was too late and he thrust his hips up while pulljng my hips down and I gasped so loudly as the head popped into me. It burned, I was trying to raise back up but he slowly pushed me down until i felt his thighs against my cheeks. I was shuddering and crying out and begging, no, it was too much please let me down. I was exhausted and weak and collapaed onto him still impaled. As he whispered things I did not even hear and stroked my skin for all I know I was speaking in tongues incoherently. Finally i had caught my breath and was mostly no longer trembling. He clenched amd I felt his c*** jerk inside me and i jumped out of my skin, and he chuckled softly. He did it again and I also clenched and it waa his turn to jump. I pushed myself up braced my hands on his chest and began to slowly move my hips and clamp down on him as best I could with how impossibly stretched and full I was. Just slow movements for a while and then I began to gently slide up and down on him. The only words I could manage were “oh f***…” from time to time. Eventually instinct took over, and soon I was f****** myself silly on his c***. I mean I fucked his and my brains out. He was close and I looked down at him and told him as if I were in charge to say it, to tell me, and his back arched and he thrust up and screamed out that he loved me as my body pulled his soul out thru his c***. His o***** was the most long and violent thing I have ever seen. His face looked like pain as he looked up at me wide eyed lost in his own helplessness. I did not feel his sperm pumping into my body this time but I smiled feeling powerful because i could tell from his perspective he felt like he was pumping his testicles up unto me through his c***. He was thrashing and speaking in tongues now as I kept grinding my hips on him. Once he stopped spasming I leaned forward and plunged my tongue into his mouth until he was struggling for breath. I lay on his chest as that beautiful c*** faded inside me and then I managed to weakly clamp down and squeeze it and he growled and called me an adorable a******. I giggled and then whispered for him to say it again. He said “i really do love you” and i replied that I had no intention of letting him forget it.