Even in the throes of her own mind melting orgasm, when Sean's body surged up off of the bed she squealed in pleasure. Arianna howled her pleasure against his chest, still mindlessly nibbling and kissing his skin. He plundered her wet walls and all she could do was cry out with every little movement that he made. Her toes curled, her legs shook and her slender neck arched when his hand connected solidly with her firm, still full ass. Before she knew what happened she felt great spurts of thick hot cum jetting deep into her. She thought that she could actually hear the splats of his seed splashing against her walls. All she could do was cling weakly to him as she hoped to survive his orgasm.<br/><br/>She was actually starting to feel uncomfortably full when he finally collapsed back onto the bed. Her whole body felt wobbly, as if all of her bones had been removed. She was so worn out by him. She felt like she might never walk again and cuddled up against the heat and strength of his body she did not think that might be so bad. Their breathing was an echo of each other, harsh ragged gasps for breath that filled the silence. She opened her mouth, intent on saying something only to have the words torn away and replaced by a loud cry when she felt him forcibly remove the vibrating toy. The feeling of that alone almost put her over the edge again and before she could gather her frayed wits, he had flipped her onto her back.<br/><br/>Her weight was welcomed on top of her. Pinned between him and the damp sheets she felt cocooned; protected. Her eyes looked up at him, struggling to focus and she was already raising her mouth to his when he lowered his to kiss her. It was a passionate and deep kiss; one she hoped would never have to end even though she knew it had to. Arianna was distracted by the sensation of his cm dribbling out, down over her skin. Even that sensation felt sinfully good and she moaned into his mouth while their tongues teased one another. Reluctantly, her lips parted from his.<span style="color: indigo">"Sean,"</span>she even loved just saying his name.<span style="color: indigo"> ", would it be too selfish to ask for more." </span>She wanted to tell him just how much he meant to her and how long she had prayed for just this to happen, but some foolish notion of pride stopped her. Instead she just stared up at him, dishevelled and glistening with sweat, and waited for his decision.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>