She tightens her legs around me, pulling me into her depths, andfuck me fuck me fuck me don’t come don’t come don’t come.
I can last
I can last.
I can do this.
Her hands glide down my back while her tongue strokes mine and she angles her hips up higher to take me deeper inside her pussy.
So tight.
So hot.
So slick.
Don’t come don’t come don’t come.
I try to breathe and hear my own ragged breath. “Feel—so good.”
“So good,” she agrees.
I let myself sink fully into her, my eyes crossing as she pumps her hips against me, stroking and squeezing me with her inner walls, and I can’t—it’s been too long—I just?—
“Fuck,” I groan as I come hard and fast inside her.
There’s no stopping it.
No holding back.
Just everything I have, all of it, jerking out of me in one spasm after another after another, because I’m a fucking lightweight when it comes to a woman’s touch.
Thiswoman’s touch.
She squeezes me tight, holding me with her arms and her legs and her body while I let go.
I’m not even a one-thrust wonder here.
I didn’t make it that far.
Probably a good thing.
She won’t be sad to see me go.
Except as the tension from my orgasm leaves my body, she strokes soft fingers down my back and kisses me on the forehead.
Like she’s glad I’m here.
Like she did this for me.
Like she knew I wouldn’t last, and she wanted it anyway.
Dammit.
Dammit.
My heart’s still pounding, yet I feel like a jellyfish.
Completely boneless.
