“I’m not fucking you without a condom.” I rise to my feet and she rolls her head on her shoulders back around to look at me. “Believe me, I really fucking want to. But I won’t do that.”
“Please, Theo, I want to know what you feel like.” She whimpers as my hand brushes over the nipple peaking through her shirt. “Just… just the tip, please? You don’t have to come inside me, just… Please? Then we can go upstairs.”
This is a bad idea. It’s a really fucking bad idea. I’m leaking pre-cum everywhere, my cock slick with arousal and need. With a frustrated moan, Amber reaches down to wrap her hand around me, pushing mine out of the way, and her eyes fly open.
“Oh, my god.” She looks down between us at my throbbing cock, pumping me gently, and I clench my jaw, my fingers digging into the hardwood of the desk to stop myself from coming. “You’re… You’re huge.”
My ego swells in a way it shouldn’t. I know I’m well-endowed. It was something plenty of my sexual partners liked about me. Mella (why the fuck am I thinking about my ex right now??) used to compare it to being fucked by a wine bottle. I know I’m big. But to be met with awe like this, it inflates my brain and my stupid masculine sense of self, and now I really want to fuck this girl without a condom, feel her tight pussy stretch around me and watch her eyes roll back in her head as she clenches me and I pump her full of cum.
I really am a fucking caveman.
“Just the tip,” I grit out, and move closer, letting her guide me. “Then we stop, and I’m going to take you upstairs, and fuck you properly.”
She keeps her eyes locked on where the blunt head of my dick is pressing to her entrance. If she weren’t this turned on, if I hadn’t made her come with my tongue first, this would be a fight. I’ve had to go slow before, had partners have to breathe through it as I pushed inside them. Lube, always plenty of lube. ButAmber is soaked, and just running my head through her heat is enough to tell me this is a terrible idea. I’m going to come inside this girl in an instant.
She’s so slippery that when I breach her, and slip the head of my cock inside her, just a tiny jerk of my hips has me sinking deeper than I was supposed to. She looks up at me, somewhere between alarm and sheer delight.
“Just like that,” she says, her eyelids fluttering. “Oh god, just… stay like that for a second.”
I’m leaning over her, trying to maintain control, and I lean in to kiss her, to taste her sweet tongue again as just a few inches of my cock rest inside her. I haven’t had unprotected sex in forever, and holy fuck, it feels too good.
Amber shifts her hips, and I groan into her mouth.
“Honey, if you do that again, I’m going to come inside you,” I say with a strained laugh. “You feel too fucking good to be doing that.”
“You can,” she murmurs, and she lifts her hips a little to try and take in more of me. “Just fuck me. Please.”
“Amber.” I pull out of her and am met with a frustrated whimper. I lean my forehead against hers, breathing hard. “I need to take you upstairs right now.”
I must have been a Catholic in a past life. I was probably extremely devout, and into flagellation and self-denial. There is no other reason I can think of for me to delay fucking Amber further by taking her upstairs and undressing her slowly. First, the skirt. That doesn’t take much, but somehow, I make even that last, working it down over her hips and her peachy, round ass, to drop to the floor.
She’s a vision in that loose button-down and the socks. Like something out of a dirty magazine. I want a picture of her, just as she is now, illuminated in sunlight, glossy hair tossed over her shoulder, naked thighs and bedroom eyes.
Fuck, my girl is beautiful.
I undo the buttons next, one by one, knowing that the tits waiting for me are perfect. And god, they are. She’s wearing a slinky little bra, red and lacy, her nipples visible, hard and peaked. I suck one into my mouth, lace and all, before the shirt is all the way undone, and Amber gasps. My tongue probes the lace, the sensation of hot skin through the resistance of fabric making us both moan.
The button-down lands on the floor, and I peel the bra down her shoulders, reaching around to unclip the two little hooks. Then she’s there, like a goddess, like an angel of sin and temptation, in the middle of my bright bedroom, in nothing but thigh-high white socks. Her skin is still glowing golden from the summer sun, her breasts full and round, crowned with tan nipples.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I say to her, pulling her against my naked chest and bringing my mouth down on hers. It’s a hungry kiss this time, not slow and sensual, but raw and bruising, filled with need.
Her body is feverish, with the orgasm that just coursed through her a few minutes ago, with the sunshine that streams in through the window, with the heat that’s seeping from my body to hers. She lifts her arms, wrapping them around my neck, and she shrieks against my mouth as I put my hands under her ass and lift her up.
“You’re so strong,” she murmurs, and pinches my lower lip between her teeth. “You could probably fuck me against the wall if you wanted to, huh?”
“Maybe later,” I say with a grin, walking her over to my bed and laying her down on her back. “Right now, I want to take things slow with you. I don’t want to hurt you.”
She bites her lip as she watches me slip off my jeans, lifting herself up on her elbows. When I free my dick from my boxer briefs, her eyes widen again, and she releases her lip from her teeth.
“Have… have you ever had any problems with, like, sex?”
I give her a smile and shake my head. “You only have problems if you don’t care about your partner.”
“Not a problem for a guy like you, I guess?” She gives me a grin, tossing her hair, and, fucking christ, this girl sprawled out with her legs open and her perfect tits, she’s a dream.
“Not at all.” I go to the drawer and rifle around for a second to find the condoms, tearing open a packet and throwing it to the ground before rolling the condom down over my length. I inhale deeply through my nose, because I’m so sensitive now even touching myself has me biting back a groan. Amber sits up quickly, reaching out for me.
“Are you OK?”
