The drive from the gala venue to Stan's penthouse was a rather quiet one, but it didn't go without stolen glances and knowing smirks, with both Stan and Wendy not seeming particularly interested in filling the said silence. Every kiss, every touch, every brush of their legs against each other's and every smile they'd shared felt purposeful and filled to the brim with sexual tension that had been brewing between them for a while now.
As they finally pulled up to a stop in front of the towering building that housed Stan's penthouse, both him and Wendy felt a wave of excitement wash over them. Once they pulled into the underground garage, the driver killed the engine and emerged from the driver's side, rounded the car and opened the passenger side door for the couple, with Wendy getting out of the vehicle first and Stan following suit. She gladly accepted his hand and they thanked the driver before finally being left all on their own.
Before she could fully straighten, Stan executed a move that totally stole her breath away. He gently caught her by the waist and before she could ask what he was doing, he guided her backwards until her back met the cool concrete of the nearby pillar, effectively pinning her between his body and the hard surface.
The unexpected moment sent a jolt of electricity through her veins. She instinctively knew she should probably protest, but her body instead betrayed her. She didn't resist as much as she thought she would have, instead melting into Stan with a sigh that softly vocalized the pent-up desire inside of her. He stepped even closer, and was now close enough that she could feel the warmth radiating from him.
''I've wanted to kiss you all evening.'', Wendy admitted.
Stan grinned. ''So have I.''
She returned the grin before rising onto her toes, her hand reaching up to cup his cheek and then she pressed a soft, tentative kiss to his lips. It lasted for only a moment before another followed, then another, and then another.
Both of them didn't seem particularly interested in stopping.
Stan pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against Wendy's, his eyes closed as if he was savoring the moment. ''Same.'', he replied. ''I don't think I made it through five minutes tonight without wanting to do that.''
Wendy laughed under her breath. ''I noticed that, yeah.''
Their lips met again, much longer this time, and slower. The kiss deepened until Wendy's fingers slipped beneath his blazer, holding onto him as though she had no intention of letting go.
They eventually broke apart, with both of them gasping for air and waiting until their breathing returned somewhat back to normal. Stan then led Wendy towards the elevator that would lead them directly up to his penthouse. Of course, they could barely keep their hands off each other, until the ping of the elevator and the sound of the elevator door sliding open caused them to split apart for a brief moment.
''Keys…'', Wendy mumbled against his lips.
Stan chuckled against her own lips. ''Hold on…'', he managed to say, holding onto her waist and holding her captive as he deepened the kiss again and kissed her back just as passionately. He was so lost in the moment, the urgency of his desires clouding his practicality.
She smiled, gently reminding him about the task at hand. ''Stan...''
''I know, I know.''
Another quick kiss followed, then another.
Finally, Stan reached into the pocket of his blazer, producing the key fob without taking his other hand off her waist. ''I blame you.'', he teased.
Wendy giggled. ''I'll fully accept responsibility then.''
Once they were inside the luxurious two-floor penthouse, Wendy glanced back over her shoulder with a smile that made whatever little of self-control Stan still possessed disappear almost instantly. He pinned her gently against the front door and felt his mischievous smile growing even wider as his girlfriend expelled a husky groan against his own lips.
''I thought we were going upstairs.''
''We are.''
''Eventually?''
''Yes, eventually.''
And with that, Stan leaned down and captured her lips once more.
Wendy's arms wrapped around his neck while his hands remained comfortably at her waist, drawing her closer until there was practically no space left between them. When they finally broke apart, both of them were smiling like a pair of total goofballs.
''I don't think we're very good at taking our time.'', Wendy admitted.
Stan laughed, then kissed the tip of her nose gently. ''We've been taking our sweet time for months.''
His girlfriend couldn't really argue with that.
He reached up and brushed a loose strand of hair away from her face.
''You look beautiful.''
''You've mentioned that already, yeah.''
''I know.''
''You keep saying it.''
''And I mean it every time.''
Wendy smiled again. ''God, you're impossible.''
Stan mirrored her smile. ''So I've been told.''
He took her hand and started walking alongside her to the staircase. Halfway there, though, he stopped in his tracks. Before Wendy could even ask why he'd stopped, he surprised her again by scooping her up in his arms, effortlessly lifting her off her feet.
''Stan!''
''What?''
''You know exactly what.''
''I thought I'd save your feet.''
''My feet?''
''You've been in heels all night.''
The raven-haired beauty let out a giggle, wrapping her arms around Stan's neck for better balance. His laughter joined hers as he started to carry her upstairs.
''You're ridiculous.''
''And yet, you're still smiling.''
''I can't help it.''
Luckily, the journey from the top of the stairs to the master bedroom was a relatively short one, the anticipation building up with each step. The journey came to a sudden, exhilarating halt as Stan placed Wendy down on the king-sized bed, causing her to let out a delighted laugh as he kicked his fancy shoes off and climbed right on top of her and returned to smothering her with passionate kisses.
His hands roamed pretty much all over body, mapping out the curves and contours underneath her skin-tight dress, giving him the opportunity to reacquaint himself with every inch of her. He wanted to unleash all those suppressed feelings and temptations that had been building up inside of him for so long, as well as to worship the hell out of Wendy.
Stan undid the strap of her first high-heeled sandal, slipping it off and tossing it onto the floor, with the second shoe following suit very quickly after that. He then left a trail of gentle kisses upwards on her calf to her knee, gently caressing her thigh. When he finally reached the hem of her dress, his fingers slid under it and he could feel the soft skin of her inner thighs, where his mouth was, pressing dangerously hot kisses.
He looked into her eyes, full of tenderness and sheer adoration he felt for her. A slow, seductive smile stretched across his face as he traced the lines of her inner thighs with his thumbs. ''Gods, you're so gorgeous Wends. You're so beautiful.''
Wendy's cheeks flushed at the barrage of compliments. She bit her bottom lip and met his eyes with hers, trying to suppress a whimper. Stan leaned forward and captured the tip of her tongue with his, eliciting a sharp gasp from her, grinning against her mouth as he kissed her again and again. Each kiss was slowly but surely becoming more intense than the last.
Feeling emboldened by his affection, Wendy found enough strength in herself to switch positions with Stan. She was able to maneuver herself right on top of him, straddling his legs and bringing her face on level with his.
Almost immediately, Stan bolted into an upright position and propped himself against the headboard and stretched out his legs across the bed. Wendy leaned forward, pinning his shoulders against the headboard and plopped herself back onto his lap. Her lips moved downwards, following his jawline to the very sensitive skin at the junction of his neck and shoulder. She left a fervently sensual trail of kisses and playful nibbles, while her nimble fingers were busy undoing the first few buttons of his dress shirt.
''You have no idea for how long I've wanted this...'', she murmured against his throat, leaving behind little bites in between each word, eliciting small moans from Stan.
''Me too.'', he replied excitedly, bringing his lips back onto hers, while his hands continued to caress both of her now exposed thighs.
Wendy grinned devilishly, biting her lip as she glanced up at him. ''Yeah?''
''Yeah.'', he affirmed, his eyes never leaving hers, watching her intently and holding his breath as she slowly unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and removed it from his body, revealing more and more of his strong, toned upper body. Each inch of skin revealed sent a jolt of electricity through his veins, heightening his anticipation to an almost unbearable level.
A low growl escaped his throat when she finally moved her hand to trace all over his abdominal muscles, her touch in equal measure gentle and possessive.
She let go of his sides, now completely distracted by the masterpiece of a man in front of her, running her hands over his well-defined abdomen and chest and relishing every single ridge and muscle, as well as every dip and swell. Her hands moved up to his shoulders, massing them lightly before returning down to his hips, where she gently squeezed them and earned herself another moan from Stan.
The mere sight of Stan's ripped, bare torso drove Wendy's senses wild.
Kissing her shoulder with so much tenderness, Stan's hands continued to wander all over her body, until he reached around with his hand and found the zipper of her dress. Wendy helped him by turning over and allowing him to get rid of the confining garment for her. He unzipped the dress as far as he could and grabbed the hem of it, before pulling it over her head and revealing her almost completely naked frame.
Wendy's breath caught in her throat at the sight of her lover's face and the hungry look twinkling in his blue eyes.
He kept on peppering her with little kisses all over her face, neck and the contours of her chest. He ran his hands down the sides of her body, his eyes nearly bulging out of his skull at the sight of now topless Wendy sitting on his lap. Granted, she wasn't super super huge in the breast size department, but Stan honestly didn't care about that one bit—he was just too focused on the most beautiful woman in the world sitting right on top of him and making sure she would be enjoying the rest of the night.
Wendy sighed deeply as Stan cupped one of her breasts with his hand and gave it a soft squeeze, rolling in one nipple in between his fingertips and causing her to let out a soft moan. She breathed out as he gave one pebbled peak an experimental lick, her body shivering with utmost delight as Stan moved his lips away from her breasts and instead focused on the soft skin of her stomach and pelvis.
Holding onto her waist, Stan flipped them over so that he was now above her.
He took one of Wendy's hands in his, interlocking their fingers tightly and raising their entwined hands above her head, giving himself complete control of where they touched. As she brought her free hand to Stan's hair and gently tugged at his dark locks, he suddenly tilted his head downwards and his mouth came crashing down onto hers. Their tongues got intertwined as their kisses grew more and more passionate, and Stan's lips then left a path of hot kisses and bite marks on Wendy's jawline and neck. He tightened his hold on her hands and then broke their kiss for a brief moment.
''Are you sure about this?'', he asked, his voice hoarse. He indeed wanted to make sure she was into all of this as much as he was.
Wendy smiled and cupped his face with her hands, drawing him closer. ''Of course, baby.''
He grinned against her lips, relieved and emboldened by her response, before going back in for another deep kiss, savoring each and every second of the contact and knowing she had been growing impatient just like he was.
Stan then planted a series of kisses on her stomach and moved down to her underwear line. He skimmed his fingertips against the white lacy material, smirking deviously and feeling even more aroused upon noticing just how wet she was. He ran one hand up and down the front of her thongs, making her whimper ever so slightly. He could feel the intense moisture radiating from down there, so he moved that silly scrap of fabric to the side and ran his thumb across the now exposed sensitive bundle of nerves.
''You're so fucking wet for me.'', he noted.
''Ngh, no?'', Wendy tried to play coy, but the tremor in her voice totally betrayed her.
''I don't think you know how wrong you are, babe.'', Stan chuckled softly, his eyes still glued to her dripping slit, watching it twitch every time he moved his finger around inside it, as he slowly stroked upwards, stopping only to slip a finger past the entrance, teasingly and tantalizingly.
Wendy bit her lip, trying to suppress a moan, but the pleasure was simply becoming too intense. ''Well, maybe…'', she admitted.
''So, what do you want me to do?'', her boyfriend asked and teased further by rubbing her clit with his finger.
''You know damn well…'', the noirette replied impatiently. ''But use your tongue, mhm please…''
A playful grin grew on Stan's face. He nodded quickly at Wendy, his eyes sparkling with mischief. ''Anything you say, honey'', he whispered seductively as he lowered his gaze down towards the swollen flesh between her legs.
She let out a heavy breath of ecstasy as she felt Stan sliding his tongue deeply inside of her, nestling himself right in between her parted legs. He switched between dipping his tongue inside of her to rubbing one of her more sensitive areas. And he must've been doing something right, because the change of his movements was slowly, but surely pushing Wendy to the absolute brink of pleasure. An impish grin grew wider on his face as he decided to amp things up and insert two fingers inside of her. He rubbed gently at her clit with his finger, which made Wendy whine and shiver at the same time, her hips bucking up in desperate need.
He pumped rhythmically in and out of her pussy, watching her as she let out short, gasping cries of pleasure. His tongue probed further inside of her, with Wendy arching her back and letting out a particularly loud moan as he continued doing wonders with both his tongue and fingers.
''F-fuck yes Stan, just like that…'', she managed to gasp out, her voice now sounding much more raggedy due to all the amazing sensations coursing throughout her body.
''Just like that, huh?'', he teased, giving a little nip on her nipple and sending yet another delightful shiver down her spine. ''I can feel you squirming under my fingers and I know how much you love it.''
Wendy groaned loudly, unable to hold back the moan that had escaped her lips. The sensations were so overwhelming, consuming her entire being. ''Stan, please don't stop…'', she begged.
''You mean you don't want me to?'', Stan asked smugly, looking up straight into her eyes.
''N-no!'', she responded immediately and vehemently, her body practically begging him to continue.
The combination of Stan's rough handiwork and his skilled tongue doing wonders on her most sensitive area made Wendy see stars. The intensity of everything he did only served to intensify her arousal even more, driving her closer and closer to the edge. ''Ughhh, yes!'', she moaned. ''Fuuuck Stan…''
She could feel her entire body starting to quiver, trying its best to contain the incredible feeling bubbling inside her, just waiting to wash over her. She bit down on her bottom lip in an attempt to somehow subside her moans and to maintain at least some semblance of control, but it was to absolutely no avail. What would happen to her body was beyond her control now, getting completely consumed by the overwhelming pleasure.
And after a few more seconds, her whole body shuddered and her breathing intensified as Stan's tongue plunged deeper within her, circling around every single nerve ending in her body. Her hips bucked wildly against Stan's face, her inner muscles clenching involuntarily as the waves of climax washed over her. He dug his fingers into her thighs, holding them up and giving him an even better access to her sodden folds.
''Oh f-fuck, fuck Staaan…'', Wendy came with a loud cry of Stan's name, her entire body trembling and quivering in sheer ecstasy.
The man in question flicked his tongue against her folds once again, savoring the sweet taste of her before moving his lips upwards her flat stomach and breasts. He left a sensual trail of kisses up to her soft lips as she moaned delightfully against his own, tasting herself on his lips and chin. He then brought his hand down to her core and collected some more of her juices, before dragging his fingers up to her lips and allowing her to taste herself some more.
Once they pulled away from each other and she was finally able to catch her breath, Wendy dropped her head down onto the pillows and let out a satisfying groan, her body limp with exhaustion and contentment.
She felt her love's fingers making patterns against her hips, tracing little circles as she lay there naked next to him. Stan kissed the top of her head lovingly as her eyes fluttered open, looking at him through hazy eyes. She then sat up on her elbows, licking her lips in anticipation as she eyed the obvious tent in Stan's pants.
She narrowed her eyes smugly. ''It's your turn, I guess.''
''Well, if you say so.'', Stan smiled at the way Wendy rolled her eyes in amusement. He knew she was super eager to return the favor and to unleash her own brand of pleasure upon him.
Wendy reached down to unzip his pants, her fingers fumbling slightly in her haste, wanting to free him from the confines of his clothes. She pulled his pants down his legs and threw them on the floor alongside the rest of their clothes. She then tugged onto the last remaining article of clothing on his body and pulled his boxers down as well, exposing his manhood completely. She smiled mischievously as her fingers grazed his well-endowed length, the tip of her pointer finger tracing the outline of his member before wrapping her hand gently around it. It twitched and pulsated beneath her touch, eliciting a faint moan from Stan's throat.
''Wends…'', he bit on his bottom lip, struggling to maintain control. ''We don't have to do this if you don't want to…'', he offered, giving her a way out, in hopes of wanting to ensure that she was truly comfortable with all of this.
''Yes, we do.'', Wendy replied determinedly, her eyes locking with his.
She grabbed his shaft with one hand and brought it close to her mouth, blowing warm air over the sensitive head. Then, without hesitation, she sucked him gently, her lips enveloping the very tip of his cock.
She slowly took him inch by inch in her mouth, savoring the feel of his thick member against her tongue and lips, gripping her hand around him and starting to bob her head up and down. She was running her tongue up and down the thick length and using her hand to simultaneously stroke him.
''Fuck, Wendy,'', Stan gasped, his voice barely above a whisper. She thrust her head up and down harder and faster, her grip tightening around his cock. ''Jesus fuck…'', he managed to choke out.
Wendy pulled away slightly. ''I have something way better in mind, actually.'', she purred.
She suddenly got off the bed and kneeled in between Stan's parted legs, squeezing both of her breasts together and trapping his throbbing length right between them. She gave a teasing lick to Stan's tip, slowly moving her breasts up and down, but also using her tongue to stimulate the dark-haired man's very, very sensitive organ.
As Stan watched Wendy's expression while she was doing all these things to him, he couldn't help himself but smile like an absolute idiot. He was simply mesmerized by all of her—the sight of her kneeling between his legs and her soft, full breasts framing his cock was almost too much to handle. ''Mmm, good girl.'', he praised her softly.
Wendy couldn't take her eyes off of him while he watched her, brown eyes meeting blue ones. She absolutely relished in the fact that she had the ability to drive him to the absolute edge of pleasure with just a few simple touches.
Stan's eyes were now shut tightly as he gritted his teeth together, struggling to keep himself in check. He could feel his balls getting tighter and tighter as Wendy worked her magic, with each stroke of her hands sending him closer to the point of no return. His heart was pounding uncontrollably inside of his chest, as he desperately wanted to push himself inside of her and fuck her brains out right there and then, despite knowing very well that he had to hold on and savor the moment (at least, for just a little while).
Wendy then got up on her feet and crawled back onto the bed, eventually settling back on top of Stan. She brushed her intimate area against Stan's throbbing length, slowly moving her hips back and forth.
''Babe, I have something way better in mind.''
Stan groaned in response, placing both hands on her hips and encouraging her to grind herself on top of him further. ''Gods, you're killing me.'', he breathed.
Wendy smirked. ''Oh yeah?''
''Mhmmm.'', the dark-haired man hummed softly. He moved his hands up to her ass, cupping the soft flesh in his palms and grabbing it firmly, bringing her closer to him. He then leaned forward, capturing her lips with his in a fierce and possessive kiss. Wendy reciprocated the kiss just as passionately, gripping tightly onto his shoulders and digging her nails into his skin as she pushed herself back and forth on top of him. Her movements became more frantic as she tried to go even faster, driven by an insatiable hunger.
She stared intently into his eyes, knowing exactly what he meant. With a determined look, Wendy leaned forward and grabbed Stan's face tightly between her palms, leaning in for a kiss and brushing her lips against his.
''Take me.'', she commanded him, looking directly into his eyes. ''Do whatever you want to do to me.''
''Anything?'', he grinned cheekily.
She rolled her eyes playfully. ''Yeah.'', she confirmed, giving him the green light to unleash all of his desires upon her.
Stan leaned down to her neck, nibbling and kissing at her skin hungrily and deeply as Wendy threw her head back in pleasure and clutched at his broad shoulders. Her body arched against his, her nails digging into his skin as she surrendered to the intensity of his touch.
''But hey, wait a sec…'', he let out a loud groan as their grinding came to a screeching halt, his entire body suddenly tensing. He wanted to mentally slap himself for almost forgetting about something that was so goddamn important! ''I completely forgot about protection!'', he exclaimed.
''Don't worry. I have an IUD and it's a safe day, so we'll be fine.'', Wendy reassured him, keeping her voice calm and confident.
''Good to know then.'', he smiled, feeling much, much more at peace now. He let out an internal sigh of relief, grateful that they now didn't have to interrupt their lovemaking to deal with the issue of contraception. Still, he wanted to be 100% sure she was still into this, especially given the fact that him penetrating her for the first time was now very much imminent.
He paused for a second, resting his forehead against hers. ''Are you still sure you wanna' do this?''
Wendy nodded. ''Positive.''
He searched her face for another moment. ''Okay, still sure?''
''Yes, very much.'', she responded. ''Now, can you please go ahead and fuck me?''
Stan laughed, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear and kissing her again.
Wendy smiled seductively as he rolled them over, now hovering right above her.
So, without wasting a single second, Stan pushed himself inside of Wendy. He pushed his cock deeply inside, moaning as he felt how tight she was around him already. He buried his head in the crook of her neck and began pumping vigorously into her, causing her body to spasm beneath him.
Wendy moaned delightfully, although she was still adjusting to Stan's impressive size and the feeling of her inner walls being stretched by him, a sensation that was both intensely arousing and slightly overwhelming.
After a few more rough, but precise thrusts into her body, Stan pulled away momentarily before slamming into her once again with a renewed vigor.
''Christ…'', he grunted out, gripping onto the headboard of his bed as he continued fucking into her over and over again, causing her to let out a tiny yelp due still being sensitive from the previous orgasm that had wrecked her body. ''You feel so fucking good.'', he whispered as he kissed down her jawline, moving slowly and savoring the small sounds she produced from her mouth.
The smell of their lovemaking slowly got intertwined with Wendy's Chanel No. 5 perfume and Stan's Dior Sauvage cologne, wrapping them in a hazy, sensual fog that heightened their senses and only intensified their connection even further.
''Stan…'', she murmured against his neck. ''Fuck me harder.''
''Alright babe, your wish is my command.'', he replied, his voice a low growl. He tightened his grip on her hips, preparing to fulfil her request fully.
Catering to her wishes, he placed both of her legs over his shoulders and began moving his hips again, getting a deeper and better access. As Stan continued to fuck her in the same rhythm he'd set up, Wendy clenched her teeth together, her arms wrapped securely around his broad shoulders as she seeked an even deeper connection and a more intense pleasure. Her nails left a trail of red in their wake all over Stan's upper back, and she let out a high pitched squeal that made Stan bury himself deeper into her.
He wrapped his hands around her waist and switched their positions, allowing Wendy to be on top now and giving her the reins of controlling the rhythm and intensity of their fierce lovemaking.
She tipped her head back, her eyes fluttering shut as she surrendered to the incredible sensations pulsating through her body. She continued to move up and down his entire length, allowing herself to get completely lost in the lust she'd been feeling for the man that lay beneath her. She used his perfectly sculpted abdomen for support, riding him harder and faster than before, not even bothering to suppress her pleasuring moans anymore.
Stan just couldn't take his eyes off Wendy.
Loving the fact that she was the one being in control now, he leaned forward and caught her lips with his in another steamy, sensual kiss, while he moved his hands downwards to squeeze her butt and continue raising her up and down his length. She moaned into his mouth, gripping onto his shoulders and forcing him to nestle his head onto her chest, wanting to feel his face on her skin, but Stan had different ideas. He pulled back just a bit, grabbing both of her breasts and leaving another generous dose of gentle bites, nibbles and kisses.
Her porcelain skin glistened in darkness, meshing perfectly with a little bit of moonlight that streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting an ethereal glow upon her. The ravenette looked like an ethereal goddess and even more beautiful in Stan's eyes in that moment. He watched her in pure awe as she continued moving her body on top of his, letting out a delightful moan after delightful moan.
''Fuck.'', he was able to say, his breathing get labored. ''This, this is what you do to me…''
She purred in a sweet tone, as her hips bucked upward and her movements became more urgent and demanding. ''No, it's you who does this to me.'', she countered.
A smirk formed on Stan's lips, before he leaned up and trailed his lips up to hers for perhaps the millionth time that night.
''Oh god Stan…''
''Ah Wends, fuck…''
Stan groaned deeply, his eyes fluttering shut as he reveled in the incredible sensation coursing through his veins, his body beginning to shake in anticipation and arousal. His orgasm was slowly building up inside.
It felt good, so good. So unbelievably fucking good.
Wendy was becoming putty in his embrace. Stan pulled her close, pressing another kiss to her shoulder, his lips lingering on her skin before moving to suck on the hollow of her throat. She felt her knees buckle, allowing her body to sink to the bed and giving him complete command over her body.
''Shit, Wendy…'', he moaned breathlessly and placed his lips gently on her breast, his hot tongue tracing her nipples before biting at them with his teeth. ''You feel amazing.''
Wendy's fingers tangled themselves in his hair as he sucked on her flesh. ''Stan..'', she gasped. ''I don't think I can last much longer…''
''Me neither…'', he replied, his voice strained with passion. ''But be a good girl and come for me, alright?''
And with those words, his fingers found her wet pussy and began rubbing her clit vigorously, with her lifting her hips higher and lowering up and down his hard cock. Her legs were trembling uncontrollably and her body shaking violently with every movement that Stan performed onto her, the pressure building to an almost unbearable level.
Stan was so focused that he wasn't able to stop until he felt Wendy's inner walls tightening around his shaft and her hands grabbing onto his shoulders, which caused him to groan loudly at the wonderful feeling that was taking over his body, his own climax approaching very rapidly. ''Goddammit, Wendy…''
And that was everything she needed in order to get pushed to the absolute edge of pleasure, filled to the brim with pure ecstasy and lust, her body writhing in anticipation.
''Come inside me!'', she pleaded.
Then, she started moaning loudly as the second orgasm of the night hit her like a bullet train, causing her to flick her fingertips against her core rapidly, seeking even greater stimulation. She squirted for the first time in a while, her whole body exploding in a torrent of pleasure.
The sound of her pleas and desperate cries for that sweet, sweet release was enough to trigger Stan's own orgasm and make him finish not that long afterwards, emptying himself deep inside her and coating her inner walls with the warm, white liquid that got mixed with her juices that had sprayed all over her inner thighs, his legs and abdomen.
He groaned, holding tightly onto her body and throwing his head backwards in pure satisfaction, his muscles straining with the effort.
''Fuuuuck…'', he grunted in sheer ecstasy, gripping onto her hips as he pushed his entire length inside of her one more time, her inner walls milking whatever the hell was left of him.
Both of them let out satisfied grunts as they fell heavily onto each other, breathing heavily as they panted for air. They laid there, panting heavily for a few minutes, as they were unable to stop looking at each other with their bodies still quivering in pure, unadulterated joy. Their bodies began to sweat profusely, their breathing heavy and their chests rising and lowering rapidly, as they both stared lovingly at each other, admiring their beautiful expressions of passion, joy, love, passion and lust.
''So, what now?'', Wendy asked, rolling over onto her side.
Stan's eyes darkened, a promise of more to come. ''I'm not done with you yet.''
He didn't give Wendy much time to recuperate, so he grabbed onto her hips and flipped her over onto her stomach, hauling her ass up in the air and rubbing his re-hardened length against her still dripping wet folds.
Wendy moaned softly in pleasure as he ran his hands along the curve of her ass, massaging her bottom tenderly as he pressed his lips against her soft, delicate cheeks, placing light kisses along them. His fingertips caressed her back, lightly tracing patterns along her spine, moving his hands down to her lower backside and giving her ass a few squeezes and spanks. He parted her ass cheeks apart and licked a strip all the way from the bottom to the top of her slit, causing Wendy to whimper and whine as he withdrew from her, absolutely loving the lewd sounds she was producing.
He moved his shaft closer to her entrance and lined himself up with it, before grabbing onto her hips and pushing into her for the very first time from behind, groaning at the amazing feeling of fitting inside of her so snugly—as if they were made for each other. Stan pushed forward until he was buried deep inside of her, raising her hips up so that he could get a better angle before he would continue with his thrusts.
They both moaned in pleasure and excitement as they rocked their hips together, matching each other's rhythm as they increased the speed and intensity of their movements, driven by an insatiable hunger for each other.
Wendy arched her back slightly, her hands clutching at the sheets underneath her. She whimpered again as he continued to fuck her, his movements becoming more frantic and demanding as he pounded into her with strong, steady, rhythmic strokes. ''Mmm, Stan…'', she mewled. ''Please don't stop.''
''I won't.'', he whispered huskily, kissing her shoulder, his breath warm against her skin, as she continued to rock her hips back and forth against his.
''Stan—'', she started to say, her voice catching in her throat.
''I'm right here baby.'', he finished for her.
Wendy bit down on her lower lip as she continued to moan delightfully, her hips trying to somewhat match the rapid, rough rhythm he'd set up. She shut her eyes tightly as a wave of pure euphoria washed over, bringing her to the edge once again, her body on the verge of yet another climax.
A loud moan escaped Wendy's lips as Stan kept hitting that special spot deep inside of her. She squeezed her legs together, her inner muscles clenching around him, biting down onto the sheets to stifle a scream. Her orgasm came quickly and hard, flooding her insides with warmth and leaving her trembling and almost breathless. She cried out loudly as her abdominal muscles tightened and contracted around him, causing him to pump into her with increasing pace and strength, desperately chasing his own final release.
With one last forceful thrust, Stan came undone inside her, emptying himself into her core and filling her up completely for the second time that night. He collapsed heavily on top of her, his hot and sweaty chest pressing against her back and their sweaty skins mingling together.
Some time later, Stan and Wendy were laying together and enjoying the pleasant silence, their bodies resting peacefully and their limbs tangled together in a comfortable embrace. Both of them just soaking in each other's presence, completely intoxicated by their undeniable sexual chemistry and the blossoming affection that bloomed between them.
Stan kissed the crown of her head with an equal amount of fervor and tenderness, his lips lingering on her hair, his touch both gentle and possessive. He allowed her to rest her head comfortably on his chest, feeling the steady and reassuring rhythm of his heart beating beneath her ear—a comforting sound that lulled her into a state of peaceful relaxation. He extended his hand out for Wendy's and interlocked their fingers rightly, allowing them to splay across the comfortable white sheets.
''You are amazing.'', Stan praised, pressing his lips gently against Wendy's cheek.
''Well, you really know how to wear a girl out, don't you?'', she teased him playfully, poking fun at his impressive stamina and just how good at fucking her brains out he was. ''I think I came like three times or something!'', she added.
''I think even four, yeah?'', Stan pointed out with a cheeky grin. ''Also, I didn't know you're a squirter. That was so hot.'', he added, a hint of playful teasing in his voice while also expressing genuine appreciation for that particular aspect of their lovemaking.
''Shut up…'', she chuckled, playfully swatting him with her free hand in a gesture of mock-annoyance.
They lay in silence for a while, just relishing in the blissful state of mind that followed their passionate encounter (and what would hopefully be one of many more to come). The only noise that filled their ears was their heavy breathing, gradually returning to a somewhat normal rhythm, accompanied by their rapid heartbeats, slowly synchronising with each other as they rested side by side.
Neither of them seemed particularly interested in breaking the silence.
Because at least for once, there was nothing that needed to be said.