Andy rose, always the gentleman, and, to Sam’s quiet delight, reached out and took Julie’s hand as she rose from the couch. Sam, on the other hand, felt a maelstrom of thoughts, enough for all three. “Go slow,” she managed, “please be gentle.”
“I know, don’t worry,” he smiled and as an afterthought he whispered “just tell me what to do, Julie, just tell me,” and rested, not moving. More moans and gasps from Julie rewarded him. Finally sated, all energy used up and Andy feeling feeling fully drained of his seed, he and Julie lay in a calm embrace, each occasionally kissing the other softly, listening to the other’s breathing, feeling the other’s heartbeat. Their orgasms coming so close together they were almost synchronized together, each pressed their body against the other as hard as they could, each of their bodies reached for the most contact possible with the other, arms wrapped around each other, her legs once again wrapped and pressing, holding him inside of her as her body continued to buck with her orgasmic storm.
