“Is this the kind of imperfect you were talking about?” His question caught me off-guard, but he just kept thrusting and talking. “Me silencing you, but your wet pussy filling the room with the best kind of noise.”
My moan elongated this time and the heat that filled the little space between my mouth and his palm dampened.
“That’s right, doll.” He moved his free hand down and started to circle around my clit, but not touching it. I writhed in his hand, but he didn’t relent. “We’re the best kind of imperfect.”
I nodded my head yes, not able to answer with his hand still covering my mouth.
“We were made for each other.” His fingers brushed over my clit and I whined at the lost sensation that I was craving. “Do you want this?”
I shook my head yes again.
“Do you want me?”
He thrust into me and I felt him release inside of me and I wanted to chase his release with mine, but he wouldn’t let me.
“Answer me.” He took his hand off my mouth and looked down at me, waiting for my answer.
“Yes.” It came out as a whisper and Greg answered my silent prayer and used his other hand to play with my clit. I let out a soft moan of pleasure that he was giving into me, like I had given into him.
“Fuck.” His hand quickened like it had on the back patio. I let out another moan. “I love that sound so fucking much.”
“Greg.” I pushed myself into his hand wanting my release.
“God.” He put his head in my neck and pinched at my clit and continued to rub it into release. I felt the build coming. “I love it when you say my name even more.”
The tingles started at my toes and then filled my whole body as I shuddered in his arms, but Greg didn’t let his fingers stop their movements and his lips captured mine, silencing me once more. I felt sated as he lay on top of me and when I could finally move my arms I wrapped them around Greg and stroked his hair. I realized that in our haste, we hadn’t even removed our clothes. I laughed to myself, but the snore that came from Greg matched the worn-out feeling that hit me the second afterward. His hand was still on my pussy, but I didn’t mind.
This was us.
Lying fully clothed, having had an amazing fuck, and then passing out right afterward.
If that wasn’t perfectly imperfect, then I didn’t know what was.
