“Not a chance.” I start fucking her, slow at first, then both of us begin to lose control, and our rhythm gets a little sloppy as we edge near our orgasms.
“Look at me,” I murmur.
Her lashes lift, just barely, but enough.
One glance, and I’m gone.
She looks wrecked in the most stunning way. Her hair spilled across the pillow, her skin flushed, her breath catching every time I move even slightly. I’ve never wanted anything more in my life than to keep her right here, trembling.
Her fingers tug at my hair. A deeper sound breaks from her throat, soft but desperate, and I feel the answering pull low inside me, tightening everything.
I move my mouth against hers again. Slow, deliberate, claiming her inch by inch. Not explicit. Just undeniable.
Her whole body responds, arching, tightening, her toes curling against my back. I hold her steady, not letting her escape the intensity building between us, not letting myself escape it either.
She says my name again … shaky, breathless.
I’ve never wanted to hear anything more.
Her hand slides down from my hair to my cheek, thumb brushing my skin. A gentle touch, but somehow more devastating. There’s trust in it—so much quiet, unspoken trust that it nearly undoes me.
I lift my head for a fraction of a second, just long enough to kiss the inside of her wrist—slow, reverent, a promise more than a touch. She shivers violently, grabbing the pillow with her free hand, breath hitching like she wasn’t prepared for tenderness in the middle of all this heat.
“Don’t stop,” she whispers, and there’s something raw in it. Something honest. Something that pulls me closer, deeper.
“Come for me. Strangle my cock, baby. I can’t hold it much longer.”
I drive into her faster and faster as she presses her nails into my back. And fuck me, is that a turn-on.
“Yes,” she pants. “Harder. I’m so close.”
I reach down between us and rub her clit in circles—because I’m gonna blow at any second, and I’m a firm believer that a lady comes first. “You close? I’m losing control.”
She nods. “Kiss me.”
I tilt my head and kiss her deeply, my tongue twirling around hers. When she wraps her lips around my tongue and sucks, I’m done for. My balls start to tingle, so I rub her clit faster, trying to get her there with me.
When she breaks the kiss and cries out, I feel her pulsing around my cock, and I explode into her.
I rest my forehead on the bed next to her head as we catch our breath. “Fuck me, that was hot,” I say breathily.
“So hot,” she breathes. “When can we do it again?”
She turns her face to mine, and we both smile.
“Give me five.” I place a kiss on her shoulder and then pull out of her and lie on my side, facing her.
She sits and then turns to me. “Be right back.” Then she walks into the bathroom.
While she’s in there, it hits me. I didn’t wear a fucking condom.Fuck. I’ve never not worn a condom. Shit.
I move up the bed and lean against the headboard as I wait for her to come out. I don’t bother to cover up because I do intend to get inside her again as soon as possible. And I really don’t want her to cover up either.
She walks out of the bathroom with pink in her cheeks and a satisfied smile. That I put there. When she reaches the bed, I pat the spot next to me. But instead of sitting next to me, she climbson top of me and straddles my waist. My dick is pretty happy about it and decides he doesn’t need five minutes after all.
Her hands rest on my chest, and she leans down to kiss me. As the kiss deepens, she starts rubbing her bare pussy up and down my hardened cock.
I grip her waist and pull back enough to speak. “Baby, as much as I love this, um, we didn’t use a condom.”
