I rock into him, wanting more of his delicious hardness against my clit and needing to come more than anything in the world.
Our bodies are moving torturously slow as I ride him.His hand slides from my ass to my waist, controlling my movements and the speed.He kisses me harder than before as his cock presses against my clit so perfectly, I nearly come.
I gasp with the next pass of his swollen cock over my clit, so close to the edge, my toes start to curl.The orgasm builds inside me, threatening to explode.
Vinnie moans, rocking into me, matching my movements.I want to look into his eyes, see his face, but I don’t dare.I’m too lost in pleasure as the friction from his dick and my sweat pants drives me closer to the edge.
“I’m going to come,” I whisper against his lips, gasping for air and knowing this is the last chance I have to stop what’s about to happen.
“Let go, baby.Give in,” he tells me.“Come on my cock.”
The way he talks to me causes my insides to convulse and a massive orgasm to crash down on me so hard, I can’t breathe.He tightens his hand on my neck, pulling me down harder against his body as he fucks me through my pants.
My body quakes uncontrollably, almost bucking as the orgasm rips through my system at record speed.He grunts, gasping for air, following me into bliss.
I don’t know what happened.How in the hell did I come from dry-humping?My last few boyfriends couldn’t get me off even after trying and pulling out all the stops.I’d always have to reach into my nightstand and grab my vibrator to finish the job.
The kiss slows as the only sounds in the room are our ragged breathing and pounding hearts.
“Fuck,” he mutters, resting his forehead against mine.“That was…”
I want to say so many words.
Hot.
Awkward.
Embarrassing.
Unforgettable.
“Yeah,” I reply instead, still unable to open my eyes and look at the man I just dry-humped until I came.
I don’t know how long we sit like this.Me in his lap, my sweat pants soaked and my body trembling, before he finally speaks again.
He drops his hand from my neck to the middle of my back.“I’m sorry.”
“For what?”I whisper, trying to take deep breaths and calm my racing, post-orgasm heart.
“I was supposed to be helping you, and I think I just made everything more complicated.”
Complicated doesn’t even begin to describe everything I’m feeling in this moment.I don’t think any of my boyfriends have ever made me come, not even after giving it a valiant effort with their cocks, hands, or tongues.But then along comes Vinnie Gallo, football superstar, and he gets me off without even removing a piece of clothing.
“This has never happened to me,” he admits.
I finally open my eyes and look at him.“What?”
“I’ve never come like this.I usually have more stamina, but I couldn’t stop.The little noises you make made it impossible for me not to come.That was hot as fuck.”
“It was.”
“And when you came, the way you moaned as you rode my cock… Baby, that was the sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced.”
My face heats.“Don’t talk,” I tell him and cover his mouth with my hand, still unable to look him in the eye.
Talking about coming in my sweat pants in front of a man I barely know is a little out of my comfort zone.
He pulls his face back a little, and my embarrassment grows.“Don’t be ashamed.It’s not like you came by yourself.”
