winced, trying to readjust.
It was fucking tight, and I hadn’t been gentle nor had I given her a heads up—the fucking irony—either.
“Do you want me to pull out?” My dick throbbed hoping like hell she didn’t say yes.
“No.” She slowly moved her hips, their glide up and down my cock getting easier with each pass. “Don’t you dare pull out.”
“Good because I need to fuck you hard, Beth.”
The gloves were off and I grabbed her waist and plunged into her as she rode me hard. Both of us frenzied as we moved against each other, her hands gripping my shoulders as she tried to get more traction.
There was no more talking, unless you counted the “oh God,” “yes,” “more,” or our names as dialogue. And there didn’t need to be, everything that needed to be said transmitted loud and clear by the fucking moans we both were making.
Had it ever been this good? The sex with us had always been five star, but I couldn’t be sure it had ever felt like this. The fit of me inside her so fucking perfect I was almost positive we’d been made for each other.
“Beth.” I wrapped my arms around her pulling her down onto my chest. “I need to come, sweetheart.”
Thinking was a tough ask—her tits pressed up against me while my dick was inside her ready to explode—it was a wonder I could talk at all. But as the need in me to come rose into levels of Danger! Will Robinson it occurred to me that one of the reasons it felt so good was because we’d forgone the condom. Not that there had been any discussion, both of us too interested in the fucking part to be responsible.
“It’s okay, I’m on the pill.” She panted against my neck. “I’m going to come too.”
It was all I needed to hear, her pussy tightening around my dick stopping any hope of holding back.
“Max,” she screamed her body shaking as I continued to move, my dick exploding into her as she rode out the rest of her orgasm.
“Beth, oh fuck.”
I couldn’t stop.
My back rose off the mattress as I pistoned into her, the pulsing of her pussy milking my cock as we both breathed out of control.
We didn’t move, our legs knotted together as she lay on me. The weight of her body made me want to pull a Leonardo —this was king of the world type shit if ever there was—but I didn’t move, not wanting to lose the connection.
“Hey,” my hand swept the base of her neck, pushing her hair out of the way. “You still with me?”
Her sweat soaked body had yet to move and other than the steady beat of her heart, I couldn’t be sure she hadn’t passed out.
“Are you sure that Benadryl wasn’t cut with Viagra?” She laughed against my neck, the gentle vibrations motherfucking bliss against my skin.
I barked out a laugh, loving her body on mine. “Well, we’ll just have to do it again just to be sure.”
“Purely for research purposes, of course.” She moved her mouth against my throat, her lips kissing softly against my skin.
“Of course.”
It was a compulsion.
Whenever Max and I were in the same zip code we inevitably ended up in bed. It had been our MO for so many years, I had assumed that once I moved and put some distance between us the cycle would stop. Surely we could be next to each other and not dissolve into a pair of sex-starved teenagers.
But nooooooooooooo, it seemed we couldn’t.
We’d lasted exactly one week.
A week.
Not even a full week if you take into account hours.
Problem was, I didn’t even know who or what to blame.
Was it my libido? The lack of decent sex and rather underwhelming dick I’d been exposed to? It would make sense since Max was a bonafide guarantee of toe curling pleasure. He was able to tease out an orgasm within minutes while the last guy I’d dated played Battleship with my vagina and I still had to fake it.
Maybe it was just habit? An unconscious compulsion like eating a cookie even though you aren’t hungry, purely because there is a plate of freshly baked chocolate
It was fucking tight, and I hadn’t been gentle nor had I given her a heads up—the fucking irony—either.
“Do you want me to pull out?” My dick throbbed hoping like hell she didn’t say yes.
“No.” She slowly moved her hips, their glide up and down my cock getting easier with each pass. “Don’t you dare pull out.”
“Good because I need to fuck you hard, Beth.”
The gloves were off and I grabbed her waist and plunged into her as she rode me hard. Both of us frenzied as we moved against each other, her hands gripping my shoulders as she tried to get more traction.
There was no more talking, unless you counted the “oh God,” “yes,” “more,” or our names as dialogue. And there didn’t need to be, everything that needed to be said transmitted loud and clear by the fucking moans we both were making.
Had it ever been this good? The sex with us had always been five star, but I couldn’t be sure it had ever felt like this. The fit of me inside her so fucking perfect I was almost positive we’d been made for each other.
“Beth.” I wrapped my arms around her pulling her down onto my chest. “I need to come, sweetheart.”
Thinking was a tough ask—her tits pressed up against me while my dick was inside her ready to explode—it was a wonder I could talk at all. But as the need in me to come rose into levels of Danger! Will Robinson it occurred to me that one of the reasons it felt so good was because we’d forgone the condom. Not that there had been any discussion, both of us too interested in the fucking part to be responsible.
“It’s okay, I’m on the pill.” She panted against my neck. “I’m going to come too.”
It was all I needed to hear, her pussy tightening around my dick stopping any hope of holding back.
“Max,” she screamed her body shaking as I continued to move, my dick exploding into her as she rode out the rest of her orgasm.
“Beth, oh fuck.”
I couldn’t stop.
My back rose off the mattress as I pistoned into her, the pulsing of her pussy milking my cock as we both breathed out of control.
We didn’t move, our legs knotted together as she lay on me. The weight of her body made me want to pull a Leonardo —this was king of the world type shit if ever there was—but I didn’t move, not wanting to lose the connection.
“Hey,” my hand swept the base of her neck, pushing her hair out of the way. “You still with me?”
Her sweat soaked body had yet to move and other than the steady beat of her heart, I couldn’t be sure she hadn’t passed out.
“Are you sure that Benadryl wasn’t cut with Viagra?” She laughed against my neck, the gentle vibrations motherfucking bliss against my skin.
I barked out a laugh, loving her body on mine. “Well, we’ll just have to do it again just to be sure.”
“Purely for research purposes, of course.” She moved her mouth against my throat, her lips kissing softly against my skin.
“Of course.”
It was a compulsion.
Whenever Max and I were in the same zip code we inevitably ended up in bed. It had been our MO for so many years, I had assumed that once I moved and put some distance between us the cycle would stop. Surely we could be next to each other and not dissolve into a pair of sex-starved teenagers.
But nooooooooooooo, it seemed we couldn’t.
We’d lasted exactly one week.
A week.
Not even a full week if you take into account hours.
Problem was, I didn’t even know who or what to blame.
Was it my libido? The lack of decent sex and rather underwhelming dick I’d been exposed to? It would make sense since Max was a bonafide guarantee of toe curling pleasure. He was able to tease out an orgasm within minutes while the last guy I’d dated played Battleship with my vagina and I still had to fake it.
Maybe it was just habit? An unconscious compulsion like eating a cookie even though you aren’t hungry, purely because there is a plate of freshly baked chocolate
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