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Authors: Hope Conrad
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deeper. The rush of excitement sends a shiver down my spine and sweat begins to pour off me. When it’s all about to be too much, and I can feel myself about to break, I know I have to do something drastic to stop myself from coming too soon.
I glance down to see my cock disappearing into her pussy, which is the worst possible thing I could do at this particular moment. I’m past the brink, past the point of no return and as I begin to shoot my warm seed into her, I strain the muscles in my face and my entire body, trying not to give myself away.
I nudge her legs aside just in time to collapse on top of her, but I continue thrusting, riding the waves of my release. She wraps her arms around me tight, and I enjoy the feeling of her embrace for several minutes as I catch my breath. Then I push myself up on my arms, my hands digging into the sheets on either side of her head.
“Sorry,” I say quietly, even as I keep moving. “I’ve never come before a woman since I was a teenager, but I’m not done.” In fact, I’m still hard inside her, and she nods dreamily in response to my reassurances. But there is more I need to reassure her about.
My guess is she’s on the pill but I prod, “I’m clean as a whistle,” I say.
For a second, her eyes clear and widen. “Me too,” she says quickly. “And I’m on the pill.”
I grin. “That’s good. Because the feel of fucking you bare is indescribable.”
I pump into her, slow and steady, until she’s clutching me and arching her hips to increase my speed. When I don’t accommodate her, she does what she did last night, switching our positions so she can ride me.
I steady my palms against her hips, guiding her as she bucks her body against mine. She’s close to her own orgasm now. I trace my hand to the inside of her thigh, and flick my thumb against her clit. Her mouth drops open, and a toe-curling moan rolls across her lips. I take my free hand and push a finger into her mouth. She rolls her tongue around my flesh and creates a vacuum around my finger, sucking on my flesh as the bucking of her hips becomes more erratic.
Her mouth rips open into a howl of pleasure as she throws her head back in ecstasy. She comes around my cock, her pussy tightening around my hardness, and suddenly, I’m ready for round two. But the sight of her face under the shade of the moonlight distracts me from the world.
I’m too lost in her to notice my own need.
Or maybe it’s just I already have what I need most.
Not my own release.
Hers.
Her wrapped around me.
Squeezing me.
Loving me.
Again and again.
Forever.
* * *
Once she came down from the high of her orgasm, she climbed off me, rolled onto her side, and pulled the blanket over her. “Goodnight,” she whispered.
It was at that exact moment, I realized that somehow the roles in our relationship—whatever our relationship is, or is going to be—had flipped.
I want more than sex.
I want her to fall asleep on my chest, instead of turning away from me when she’s finished with me.
She’s using me for my cock.
This isn’t the way this is supposed to work. I’m the one who’s supposed to be doing the using, so what the hell does that say about me?
All I know is the more she resists, the more I’m hell-bent on proving to her that she needs me.
“Can you please lock the door when you leave this time?” she whispers, and I can’t help but roll my eyes. She really is the typical man in this relationship. Hit it, and quit it, and then she wants me gone.
Too bad for her, because I’m not going fucking anywhere. Except maybe slumber land for a little bit. Sometimes, it’s next to impossible for me to sleep, because of the shit I’ve done and the shit I’ve seen. But I imagine that falling asleep next to her shouldn’t be too difficult of a task, because isn’t that exactly what we all need? An angel to watch over us? All this time, I’ve thought of her as an angel.
Now I think of me as
I glance down to see my cock disappearing into her pussy, which is the worst possible thing I could do at this particular moment. I’m past the brink, past the point of no return and as I begin to shoot my warm seed into her, I strain the muscles in my face and my entire body, trying not to give myself away.
I nudge her legs aside just in time to collapse on top of her, but I continue thrusting, riding the waves of my release. She wraps her arms around me tight, and I enjoy the feeling of her embrace for several minutes as I catch my breath. Then I push myself up on my arms, my hands digging into the sheets on either side of her head.
“Sorry,” I say quietly, even as I keep moving. “I’ve never come before a woman since I was a teenager, but I’m not done.” In fact, I’m still hard inside her, and she nods dreamily in response to my reassurances. But there is more I need to reassure her about.
My guess is she’s on the pill but I prod, “I’m clean as a whistle,” I say.
For a second, her eyes clear and widen. “Me too,” she says quickly. “And I’m on the pill.”
I grin. “That’s good. Because the feel of fucking you bare is indescribable.”
I pump into her, slow and steady, until she’s clutching me and arching her hips to increase my speed. When I don’t accommodate her, she does what she did last night, switching our positions so she can ride me.
I steady my palms against her hips, guiding her as she bucks her body against mine. She’s close to her own orgasm now. I trace my hand to the inside of her thigh, and flick my thumb against her clit. Her mouth drops open, and a toe-curling moan rolls across her lips. I take my free hand and push a finger into her mouth. She rolls her tongue around my flesh and creates a vacuum around my finger, sucking on my flesh as the bucking of her hips becomes more erratic.
Her mouth rips open into a howl of pleasure as she throws her head back in ecstasy. She comes around my cock, her pussy tightening around my hardness, and suddenly, I’m ready for round two. But the sight of her face under the shade of the moonlight distracts me from the world.
I’m too lost in her to notice my own need.
Or maybe it’s just I already have what I need most.
Not my own release.
Hers.
Her wrapped around me.
Squeezing me.
Loving me.
Again and again.
Forever.
* * *
Once she came down from the high of her orgasm, she climbed off me, rolled onto her side, and pulled the blanket over her. “Goodnight,” she whispered.
It was at that exact moment, I realized that somehow the roles in our relationship—whatever our relationship is, or is going to be—had flipped.
I want more than sex.
I want her to fall asleep on my chest, instead of turning away from me when she’s finished with me.
She’s using me for my cock.
This isn’t the way this is supposed to work. I’m the one who’s supposed to be doing the using, so what the hell does that say about me?
All I know is the more she resists, the more I’m hell-bent on proving to her that she needs me.
“Can you please lock the door when you leave this time?” she whispers, and I can’t help but roll my eyes. She really is the typical man in this relationship. Hit it, and quit it, and then she wants me gone.
Too bad for her, because I’m not going fucking anywhere. Except maybe slumber land for a little bit. Sometimes, it’s next to impossible for me to sleep, because of the shit I’ve done and the shit I’ve seen. But I imagine that falling asleep next to her shouldn’t be too difficult of a task, because isn’t that exactly what we all need? An angel to watch over us? All this time, I’ve thought of her as an angel.
Now I think of me as
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