they hung at my calves. She took a second to appreciate my naked form, zeroing in on my dick, laying hot and hard as a rock against my abs.
"God I missed you. I missed this." Leighton sighed as she swung her legs over my waist, mounting me.
I ran my hands up and down her sides, feeling the swells of her breasts and the flare of her hips. She felt so good, so right on top of me, as if no time had passed at all. I rubbed the scar on the inside of her right knee, feeling the raised flesh and knowing that chills were running down her body. Then she fisted my cock and began to rub it back and forth over her throbbing wet slit. My vision went white with pleasure.
"Condom?" I choked out, holding onto to some semblance of responsibility before I blacked out.
Leighton chuckled, not stopping the torturous, teasing pressure she was applying to her clit using my dick head. "Since when have we used those? Don't worry Finn, I haven't been with anyone else."
She hadn't...what? My head came rushing back to me at her words. She hadn't slept with anyone else since me? Fuck. Did I have to tell her that I had?
Leighton was still warming herself up using my anatomy and I couldn't get another word in before she slipped my cock inside of her, warm juices and tight heat sliding down my shaft until she sat on my pelvis, my dick fully lodged up inside of her.
"Christ," I growled at the same time she sighed, "Fuck..."
Everything was still for a moment; the air, the silence, our bodies. We were trying to soak in this moment, soak in what it meant, how good it felt, how wrong it might be.
And then Leighton rose up slowly, every wall of her pussy imprinting itself on my cock as she slid upwards and back down again, and all rational thought was gone.
There was nothing but sighs, skin, wetness, tightness and moans swallowed by frantic, sloppy kisses. I couldn't touch enough of her skin fast enough, and still she kept that slow pace, bobbing up and down on my shaft in an almost relaxed way. I plucked at her nipples while her nails raked into my shoulders, chest and abs.
I knew she was almost there when she began to slump forward onto me, her body language that she needed me to meet her on every downstroke, pound into her tight heat just as hard as she was slamming down onto me.
"Finn, Finn, Finn..." My name was a chant into my ear from her lips, and I knew she was going to combust in seconds. As if on cue I felt every muscle inside of her pussy squeeze my cock to the point of pain.
"Ohhhh goddd..." the low wail was muffled into my shoulder as Leighton bit the flesh there, and I detonated like a grenade.
My vision spiraled, the release burning down my spine and up from my balls was slow and fast all at the same time. Hot strands of come launched themselves out of my tip and up into her slit, and my arms tightened like a vise around her, anchoring my body to hers.
"Fuckkk." The curse was guttural, my climax going so long that I had an entire-body cramp by the time I eased my muscles from around her.
"That was..." Leighton sighed, still slumped against my chest.
"I know." I was coming back to reality, the icy fingers of it beginning to wrap around my brain.
"It's been so long. Too long since we've done that." I could hear her smile against my left pec.
I stayed quiet. I should agree with her, just play along and let her think that she was the last woman I'd been with. But I wasn't the liar in this relationship, I didn't know how to be.
She really could fucking read my brain, because after too long of a silence, Leighton pushed up, a strange look on her face and my cock still inside of her. "You've been with other women?"
A pang of guilt hit my stomach at the exact moment that it twisted my heart. Why the fuck did I feel guilty? It was probably because she was still sitting on top of my dick, which was still rock solid between her thighs. I'd chalk it up to that, because there was no way I was the one who should feel bad.
I adjusted my body,
"God I missed you. I missed this." Leighton sighed as she swung her legs over my waist, mounting me.
I ran my hands up and down her sides, feeling the swells of her breasts and the flare of her hips. She felt so good, so right on top of me, as if no time had passed at all. I rubbed the scar on the inside of her right knee, feeling the raised flesh and knowing that chills were running down her body. Then she fisted my cock and began to rub it back and forth over her throbbing wet slit. My vision went white with pleasure.
"Condom?" I choked out, holding onto to some semblance of responsibility before I blacked out.
Leighton chuckled, not stopping the torturous, teasing pressure she was applying to her clit using my dick head. "Since when have we used those? Don't worry Finn, I haven't been with anyone else."
She hadn't...what? My head came rushing back to me at her words. She hadn't slept with anyone else since me? Fuck. Did I have to tell her that I had?
Leighton was still warming herself up using my anatomy and I couldn't get another word in before she slipped my cock inside of her, warm juices and tight heat sliding down my shaft until she sat on my pelvis, my dick fully lodged up inside of her.
"Christ," I growled at the same time she sighed, "Fuck..."
Everything was still for a moment; the air, the silence, our bodies. We were trying to soak in this moment, soak in what it meant, how good it felt, how wrong it might be.
And then Leighton rose up slowly, every wall of her pussy imprinting itself on my cock as she slid upwards and back down again, and all rational thought was gone.
There was nothing but sighs, skin, wetness, tightness and moans swallowed by frantic, sloppy kisses. I couldn't touch enough of her skin fast enough, and still she kept that slow pace, bobbing up and down on my shaft in an almost relaxed way. I plucked at her nipples while her nails raked into my shoulders, chest and abs.
I knew she was almost there when she began to slump forward onto me, her body language that she needed me to meet her on every downstroke, pound into her tight heat just as hard as she was slamming down onto me.
"Finn, Finn, Finn..." My name was a chant into my ear from her lips, and I knew she was going to combust in seconds. As if on cue I felt every muscle inside of her pussy squeeze my cock to the point of pain.
"Ohhhh goddd..." the low wail was muffled into my shoulder as Leighton bit the flesh there, and I detonated like a grenade.
My vision spiraled, the release burning down my spine and up from my balls was slow and fast all at the same time. Hot strands of come launched themselves out of my tip and up into her slit, and my arms tightened like a vise around her, anchoring my body to hers.
"Fuckkk." The curse was guttural, my climax going so long that I had an entire-body cramp by the time I eased my muscles from around her.
"That was..." Leighton sighed, still slumped against my chest.
"I know." I was coming back to reality, the icy fingers of it beginning to wrap around my brain.
"It's been so long. Too long since we've done that." I could hear her smile against my left pec.
I stayed quiet. I should agree with her, just play along and let her think that she was the last woman I'd been with. But I wasn't the liar in this relationship, I didn't know how to be.
She really could fucking read my brain, because after too long of a silence, Leighton pushed up, a strange look on her face and my cock still inside of her. "You've been with other women?"
A pang of guilt hit my stomach at the exact moment that it twisted my heart. Why the fuck did I feel guilty? It was probably because she was still sitting on top of my dick, which was still rock solid between her thighs. I'd chalk it up to that, because there was no way I was the one who should feel bad.
I adjusted my body,
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