The Garden

You feel totally surrendered and taken and owned by him and his doings and somehow, you find a kind of freedom in it.
He bends over you, his body lightly touching yours, except below, where his weight is pushing you down onto your wriggling fingers and driving his penis even deeper into you. He is holding his weight off your back by resting on one bent forearm, his face close to yours.
He groans, his breathing is getting shallower and you can feel his cock swell still more in the dark confines of your gripping butt.
He holds his hips against yours and you feel his penis delve deeper and then, suddenly, you feel the burning explosion of his semen in your butt.
You can feel every drop, every gush more clearly than you’d ever imagined possible. Your ass clenches on him and he groans, and then his cock lurches again and another long spurt of his hot semen is flooding your bum.
Your orgasm balloons in you and then bursts. You writhe like a madwoman, impaled on his thick, gushing cock, while you stroke and press your throbbing clit.
The tension in his body seems to drain into you through his penis and then he is limp and quivering with the effort of not collapsing on you.
He bends further and kisses your face through the hair as his pulsing cock slowly deflates. He withdraws slowly. Your butt doesn’t want to release him and when his glans finally comes out, there is a slurpy, sucking noise that makes you both laugh.
He raises himself and lies down next to you. You’re both too weak and spend to do anything but slowly drift off to sleep.
A door opens noisily and the sound wakes you up. You open your eyes - the silken band has gone. Looking around you, you realise you’re lying on your bed and it’s dark outside. “You look absolutely shattered!”, your boyfriend says, walking towards the bed.
“Err...”, you answer, noticing a little trickle of semen running down the inside of your thighs. Drifting back to sleep you just about manage to mumble “Hard day at work, dear...”.