“Stop Kassie!” I beg, as her hand twists up, and down my cock, her thumb sliding through the slit, and using my precum as lube to squeeze the head. “You need to stop.”
“Why?”
“Because, I'm going to come.” I close my eyes, trying to push off the sensation.
“Isn't that the point?” she asks with a laugh, but I cut her laughter short with a crook of my fingers.
“It is, but I won’t come before you do.”
“Oh!” she gasps.
“You can stop me at any time, OK?” I ask, as I sit up looking for my pants, so that I can get a condom out of my wallet. She nods, but I need more than that. “I need to hear you, Angel. I never want you to feel like you're not in control.”
“OK.”
“Do you want this?” I ask, leaning on my elbow to look down at her.
“Yes.”
“Use your words,” I order.
“I need your cock inside me now, please, Bennett.” She snatches the condom out of my hand, tears it open, and rolls it down the length of my cock.
I lie back down, and pull her knee up to rest on my hip at the same time. My cock lines up with her entrance, and I take a deep breath, then push inside. There’s no resistance, because she’s so ready for me.
When I can't go any deeper, I close my eyes, drinking in the sensation of being surrounded by her.
“More,” she whispers against my shoulder, while dragging her nails up my back. “I need more, please”
“Anything for you, Angel.” I withdraw slowly, then take my time pushing back in. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
“Mmmhmmm,” she moans. “Faster.”
“Next time,” I promise. “This time I want to take my time. I want to enjoy every millisecond of our first time.”
And, that’s exactly what I do. Slowly, I feel her orgasm build again. Her breathing becomes laboured. Her hips lose their rhythm. Her eyes close.
“Look at me when you come, Kassie. I want to see you.”
Her eyes snap open at my command, and that’s it.
“Bennett!” My name is barely above a moan.
“That’s it, Angel, come for me.”
Her eyes soften, her body shakes, and she buries her face in my chest.
My hips move faster, and less than a minute later I'm following her
I wrap her in my arms as she lets out a long, shaky sigh.
“Let me take care of the condom.” I feel the loss of her immediately, so I make quick work of removing the condom, tying it up, and wrapping it up in a tissue ready for the rubbish. “Come back here, Angel,” I say, pulling her back into my arms, where she belongs.
“Why do you call me that?” she asks quietly.
“What?” I ask, already half asleep.
“Angel.”
