See you Monday!
59.
Minds clouded.
Arousal thick; stifling.
We lock eyes. Now's the time for one of us to speak up; be responsible.
"Condom?" he murmurs.
"Birth control."
His devilish grin.
Gripping his dick, I lift up a little, hovering, then slowly sink down onto him.
I cry out. He groans, strangled. My arms wrap around the back of his neck for leverage.
I move a little, adjusting. Until I can fully take him.
"That's it," he goads. "Fuuuuck."
Our faces close.
His lips on mine.
It feels intimate.
Desire burns.
I was expecting this to be quick, rough, but it feels… different.
60.
"Too good." I sound like I'm complaining. I'm just surprised. Because now that I've had him this way, how can I not want it all the time?
"So good," he agrees breathlessly, one hand splayed on my back, the other cupping my throat.
I fuck him faster, bringing myself to the brink. When I rub my clit, his eyes flash with ecstasy.
"Fucking love seeing you rub that pussy," he grits out.
He goads a little more, whispering for me to come on his cock.
The word baby gets slipped in there.
I'm never gonna let him live that down.
61.
I cry out, clenching around him.
Moments later, he groans against my mouth, gripping my hips. "Gonna come."
I nod, giving him the okay as he comes inside of me.
He falls back against the mattress. I stay attached to him, falling forward. Chests flush. A kiss to his skin before landing on his mouth.
We're quiet.
"So, is the itch sufficiently scratched?" I ask playfully.
His eyes blaze. "Not even fucking close."
"Okay, baby," I tease.
A flash of amusement, maybe something more.
"Got caught up in you," he admits.
After we rest, we do it all over again.