Finally, I speed up my thrusts, and his mouth drops open, his hands falling to his sides to grab the sheets. Whatever he sees makes him smile, and I speed up as I drop forward to push my tongue into his mouth, taking over every inch of his body.
Grabbing his hands, I thrust hard, finding the deepest parts of him as I rock my hips from side to side, smashing my belly against his desperately leaking cock, placing sloppy kisses along his jaw and down his neck.
“Gonna—”
He jerks forward, lightning struck as his hips arch off the bed and his cum stripes my belly. I pound him through his clenching orgasm, then roar through my own, overwhelmed with sensation, the peak almost too high.
Collapsing against him, I smear the mess between us as we both shudder in the comedown.
After several heartbeats, I mutter a broken, “Fucking hell.”
“Ditto,” he croaks out, pushing against my shoulders. “Need air.”
I’m still inside him as I push up to my forearms and we breathe each other in. “My brain is offline and won’t be coming back anytime soon,” I warn.
“Same,” he says, accepting my drowsy, smiling kiss. “I wish I could have you inside me for hours. I wanna wake up with you inside me.”
I deepen the kiss as I slip from his body, then pull away, awkward as I hold the condom in place. “You just blew out every last one of my circuits,” I say, gesturing to the blank screens in my head before crawling out of our little bubble.
I start the shower, then return, poking my head into the alcove, lifting my chin.
“Wanna join me?”
He blinks, adorable as a few more of his systems come back online. He runs his hands over the pool of cum on his belly. “Uh, yeah,” he says, his voice a hot mess.
I reach out, helping him up to a wobbly stand.
“If you think I’m anywhere near done with you, you’ve got another thing coming,” I say, giving him my devil grin.
“I don’t know if I have another in me, but I’m certainly willing to give it a try.”
He did have more in him. Several more, in fact.
At some point last night, we ran out of supplies, so we asked the drone delivery service for STI tests and quick recovery lube.
I’m not sure how Rami makes a finger prick and three cavity swabs sexy, but he does. Maybe it’s the knowing tilt of his brow, or the sparkle in those sea glass eyes…
“I can’t wait to tell my dad that he’s the reason for tonight’s safe sex.”
I blink at him, confused. “Would you really tell your dad that?”
“He once told me that his biggest lesson in sexual dynamics was that any encounter with more than four participants fucked with his ADHD and he ended up bored.”
I open my mouth to respond, but I need a few seconds to process that.
“No orgies for Papa Anders. Got it.” I finally say as Rami snaps the swabs into place and aims my finger for the device collection window. His sample, which he already provided, beeps and flashes green.
“Not exactly subtle, is it?” I note.
Rami lifts a shoulder. “Bet you anything the flashing greenlight was Dad’s idea. He once panicked at a girlfriend’s pregnancy test because he misread the lines.”
I rub my brows, chuckling to myself.
“No offense, but talking about your dad while waiting to see if I can fuck you raw isn’t the turn-on you think it is.”
Rami places his palms over his eyes. “God, I didn’t even think about that. Sorry.”
I kiss his blush right as my sample goes off, also flashing green.
