“Not expecting to have a Christmas sex at all?”he smirks.“It’s okay.I’ll finish it outside.”
“No, let’s finish it the way we like it,” I suggest softly while stroking his cheek.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, it’s going to be okay.Gravitation, remember?”Lust consumes me, defeating any rational thought about unwanted pregnancy.
He snorts and gives me the smile I love most.“Yup.You’re right,” he mumbles.
So that’s what I do.I hug his body, spread my legs, and guide his erect cock towards my pussy.When his cock enters my pussy, everything comes different again.This time, without a condom, I can feel all the tickling sensations with rougher friction.
“This is so good,” I moan.
The walls of my pussy are pulsating, pumping around him.When I move, pushing my hips and dragging them back, all that friction is getting more intense.I bite my lower lip to hold back the moan of pleasure.
“That’s it, baby.I like the way you ride me,” he groans.
He squeezes my breasts, sits up with his abs flexing, and sucks briefly on my nipple.His body lies back down, enjoying the moment as I sway above his hips.
We change positions again, with him taking the lead in the missionary position.He thrusts his cock in and out, harder, faster.
After a few minutes, we change positions again, with me presenting my butt high.In this position, his cock can reach so deep inside me that my eyes roll up in delight.He pushes all the buttons to the highest pleasure.I moan and moan, unable to stop my mouth from calling out his name.
“I think this is your favorite position,” he whispers in my ear with his hands groping my smooth back, slick with sweat.The sound of my ass hitting his hips rings out dirty and sexy.
“Yes!Yes!Damn!”
He presses my clit fast to add sensation.My heart races, beating too fast.Shot after shot flows into me.My hands crush the pillow, grasping everything to keep me in check.
He pulls back his body, separating himself from me in a deliciously dragging slide.Our breathing is heavy.I lie limp on my bed while he forces himself to take tissues from the table and clean his cock.
I mumble, ready to fall asleep as my breathing steadies.The sudden ding makes me flinch.I furrow my brows.My eyelids, which had already closed, reluctantly open again.
“Are you expecting a guest?”he asks.
“No, Mom also said we should lock up, right?”
We stay still, listening until the footsteps fade.My heartbeat speeds up, mixing with the faint choir echoing from across the street.After the silence sinks in, Laird strides back to my bed.He’s about to lie down beside me, but the doorbell rings again.
“Who the fuck?”I growl.Shivers run down my spine.
“Should I open and check it out?”he asks, furrowing his forehead.
“No, let’s pretend no one’s at home.”I wave my hand, trying to rest my trembling body.The air turns thick again before my phone on the desk chimes.
“Shit!”I jump to my desk and look at the screen.“It’s Alan.”
22
Super Fan
Fenella
My heartbeat jumps to a painful thump in my rib cage.I turn off the ringtone, then switch my phone to silent.I dim the phone screen to the lowest setting, not wanting it seen from the window.
“I forgot he knew your house,” Laird scoffs.
“Yes, he helped my mom carry stuff from the bazaar earlier.”I glance at him.
