“Chase!” she yelled. “God, please.”
I pulled my dick out of her, rubbing it along her pussy lips, around to her clit and up to her tight ass, teasing her. The moans it created made my dick even harder. I stroked myself as I watched her body squirm, so obviously desperate for me to touch her.
Then I saw her reach down as a finger found her clit, rubbing tiny circles around the hard nub. Helping her, my hand slid along her wet pussy, a finger pushing inside. Her walls clamped onto me as I pushed deep inside her, pumping my finger in and out. My thumb reached up to the tight hole facing me with her ass in the air. Massaging the rim got her gyrating that ass of hers.
“Chase!” she yelled, impatient.
I couldn’t take it either. With one final stroke of my cock, I positioned myself at her entrance and thrust inside her. Once fully seated, I froze, adjusting to the tightness around me as the walls of her pussy squeezed against me.
My pace was steady, in and out, as I gripped her hips and slammed into her pussy. Her body relaxed and took me as her face pushed against the couch. I pushed down on her back, making her ass lift, and I couldn’t resist smacking those round cheeks of hers. Seeing the skin turn pink and hearing her cry out made me slap them again.
I knew she liked it. Every time I did it, she countered by pushing against me, inviting me deeper inside her. This time, I spread her wide, that tight hole puckering for me. Licking my thumb, I placed my hand on her lower back and rubbed the rim of that clenched opening, coaxing her to relax.
“Chase?” Her voice trembled. “What are you doing?”
“Relax, baby. If you don’t like it, tell me.”
My finger pushed in the slightest bit as I continued to pump my cock in and out of her pussy. With every thrust of my cock, my thumb pushed in a bit more. The muscles of her tight ass let me in and it was fucking hot as hell.
The moans coming from her were even hotter.
“You like this, baby?”
My answer came in the form of her pushing her ass against my finger as it slid in even further.
My pace increased as I was getting close. There was no holding back anymore, not while watching this.
“Oh…my…God…Chase…”
Her staccato words as she came apart under me sent me over the edge. I was frantic at this point, fucking her pussy and her ass at the same time.
My movements halted as I came inside her, loving the soft feeling of her surrounding me as I did. Once done, my entire body fell forward, covering hers, exhausted. We lay there quietly, listening to each other breathe.
“I like that I feel safe with you,” she said.
I moved to look at her, then realized pulling out of her would make a mess. She quickly realized it as well.
“Don’t move,” I told her. I ran to the kitchen and grabbed a hand towel and ran it under warm water. “Here, let me help you.”
She had rolled over onto her back, and I helped clean up the mess I’d made. That was the one downside of not using a condom.
“Thank you,” she said as she sat up. She took the towel from me and continued wiping herself before putting her panties on. “Did you hear me before?”
She looked so beautiful and innocent, sitting on the couch peering up at me.
“I did.” I reached for her hand, and she took it and stood against me. “I like that you feel safe with me as well.” Lifting her chin, I kissed her gently. “I think that’s kind of important in a relationship, if I’m not mistaken.”
She chuckled. “Yeah, but I’ve never feltthatsafe.”
As I pulled her into me, I kissed the top of her head. “Well, that makes me happy, Mare. I like being the first for something.”
I laughed as she slapped my chest. Her wide smile made me smile even wider. “I’m kidding, well kinda.”
We searched the room for the rest of our clothes since they were scattered from the front door on. Once we were dressed, we both realized we’d missed numerous texts from friends at the bar wondering where we had run off to.
Neither of us cared. We lounged against one another on the couch, each with a drink in hand, happy to be alone and together.
“So, something else happened tonight that I need to tell you,” I said.
