Once is not enough

 Sheila and Roy had been fucking for hours, but neither of them seemed to be getting enough. They were insatiable, their bodies craving each other in a way that went beyond mere physical attraction. This was love, pure and simple, but with an intensity that was anything but.

As they lay together on the bed, their limbs tangled and their breaths coming in ragged gasps, Sheila looked into Roy's eyes and saw the same desire that she felt reflected back at her. She knew that one good fuck was not going to be enough for either of them. They were in love, and they wanted to express that love in the most primal way possible.

Roy rolled onto his back, pulling Sheila on top of him. She straddled him, her wet pussy grinding against his hard dick. He reached up and cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples with his thumbs. Sheila moaned, throwing her head back as she began to ride him.

Their bodies moved together in a rhythm that was both urgent and languid. They had all the time in the world, and they were going to take advantage of every second of it. Sheila leaned forward, her hair falling in a curtain around their faces as she kissed Roy deeply. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer as he thrust up into her.

Sheila rocked her hips back and forth, taking him deeper with each movement. She could feel every inch of him inside her, filling her up in a way that made her feel complete. She knew that this was where she belonged, with Roy inside her, making her feel more alive than she ever had before.

Roy rolled over, pinning Sheila beneath him. He looked down at her, his eyes blazing with desire. Sheila looked back at him, her eyes shining with love and lust. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper inside her.

Roy began to fuck her harder, his hips slapping against hers as he drove himself deeper and deeper. Sheila could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, her body tensing as she prepared to fall over.

Suddenly, she was there. She cried out as she came, her pussy clenching around Roy's dick. He groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic as he followed her over the edge.

They lay together, panting and sweaty, as their orgasms subsided. Sheila looked up at Roy, her eyes soft. "I love you," she whispered.

Roy smiled down at her. "I love you too," he said. "But I think we're going to need another shower."

Sheila laughed, her body still humming with pleasure. "I think you're right," she said.

They got up and headed into the bathroom, their bodies still entwined. They stepped into the shower, the warm water cascading down their skin. Roy reached for the soap, lathering it up in his hands.

He began to wash Sheila's body, his hands gliding over her curves. She closed her eyes, letting out a soft moan as he touched her. She knew that this was just the beginning, that they would spend the rest of their lives exploring each other's bodies and souls.

Roy rinsed the soap off of Sheila, then handed her the showerhead. She smiled, taking it from him. She turned it on, adjusting the pressure until it was just right.

She began to wash Roy's body, her hands moving over his muscular chest and abs. He groaned, his dick twitching as she touched him. She knew that he was ready for her again, that he wanted her just as much as she wanted him.

They finished their shower, stepping out onto the mat. Sheila reached for a towel, drying herself off. Roy did the same, his eyes never leaving her body.

She smiled, knowing that he was already thinking about the next time they would fuck. She felt the same way, her body already aching for him again.

They headed back into the bedroom, their bodies still damp. They climbed into bed, pulling the covers up over them. Sheila snuggled up against Roy, feeling his arms wrap around her.

She knew that they would never get enough of each other, that they would spend the rest of their lives exploring each other's bodies and souls. And she couldn't wait to see where that journey would take them.