I bumped against my bedroom door and Emilia barely opened her eyes.
“Hey, are you okay?” I hitched my shoulder.
“I’m trying to conserve my strength for what you’re about to do to me next,” she laughed softly.
“So is it safe to say you didn’t fake it that time?” I whispered.
Emilia giggled and smacked my chest. “Stop!”
I gently placed her on my bed.
“Be right back,” I said as I walked to my bathroom.
Condoms. It had been a minute since I’d even thought about having sex. I finally found a box in the back of a drawer.
When I walked back into my bedroom Emilia was on her stomach, giving me a come hither look over her shoulder.
“Thatass,” I exclaimed as I walked over. “So fucking perfect.”
I climbed on the bed and gave it a playful slap. Emilia chirped and bit her lip.
Yeah. No more waiting. I ripped the condom wrapper open, slid the thing on quickly, then moved between her legs. Emilia went up on her knees as I gripped her waist.
I ran my cock along her slick seam, teasing both of us for a few seconds.
“Drew,” she scolded me and bumped back against me.
“Always so bossy,” I laughed softly.
“Well, someone has to keep you in line,” she retorted.
I braced myself before taking the next step, because if I wasn’t careful, this was going to end a lot sooner than I wanted. When I felt like I’d calmed myself enough I pushed into her, slowly, inch by agonizing inch.
“Oh,” Emilia sighed. “Oh my god, you feelperfect.”
I couldn’t answer. I leaned forward to touch my forehead to hersmooth back, just to take a beat. Then my dick demanded that I get to work.
I gripped her hips tightly and began sliding in and out of her, slowly at first. Emilia arched her back, making little noises that made it even harder for me to hold on. I wanted her to come again, so I reached down to caress her with my fingertips as she bucked against me.
It was hard to keep my focus on her pleasure when myownpleasure was so overwhelming and my dick was constantly about four seconds from exploding. But I refused to be the kind of man to make Emilia think she needed to fake it. No, when she was with me, she was going to have as many orgasms as I could manage.
If I could hold on another few minutes, she’d get two today.
I slowed the pace of my thrusting as she seemed to get closer to the edge, then her moan of release echoed around the room. I reached down to wrap her long hair around my hand.
I gave it a little tug as my body shuddered into a climax that had me groaning.
It felt like the orgasm reverberated through my body for ages. I finally caught my breath, and we collapsed onto the bed in a heap, panting.
“Rest up, Mister,” Emilia reached over to pat my hip. “That was round one.”
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EMILIA
Iknew I was whining but I didn’t care. Desperate times required desperate negotiating tactics.
I flattened my hands against the glass shower walls and peered in at Drew as he soaped himself up.
