The thought of being with her without protection only heightened that reaction in me. But I had to make sure she wouldn’t regret it. “Are you sure you’re okay with not using a condom?”
She nodded. “I am if you are.”
I wanted to speak, but I didn’t trust myself not to say something stupid, like declare my undying love for her. Instead, I decided to show her just how sure I was.
I scooted back slightly in the seat and reached between our bodies, taking myself in my hand. As I stroked up and down my shaft, the back of my knuckles grazed her slippery folds, so I knew that she was ready.
Her nails dug into my shoulders as she rose up on her knees, and I positioned my head at her opening. Using the hand on her hip, I guided her down. I watched myself disappear into her body. Her thighs spread farther apart until she took all of me.
She started to sit up again, but I squeezed her hip, keeping her in place.
“Wait,” I gritted out. “You feel so good.”
I’d never experienced sex without a latex barrier. I closed my eyes, hoping that not seeing her topless on my lap would help me get myself under control. It backfired. Without my sight, my other senses kicked into gear.
The soundtrack of our labored breaths played in my head. The scent of her shampoo, mixed with my musk, drifted up my nose. The sweet taste of her tongue from her kiss caused my mouth to salivate. The feeling of her body pulsing in contractions around my cock—all of those things in combination pushed me even closer to the edge of oblivion.
If this was going to be over soon, I at least wanted to make the most of it and try to bring Skye with me. Opening my eyes, I leaned forward and pulled her nipple into my mouth. I bit down with just enough force to cause her back to arch and her inner walls to spasm. I continued sucking and kissing the distended peaks of her breasts as my thumb grazed a gentle circle around her engorged clit.
It wasn’t long before her hips began to grind into me as soft gasps escaped her mouth. Her fingernails raked through my hair, and a guttural groan ripped from my chest. I loved the feeling of her nails on my scalp. The sensation shot straight to my ball sac.
I squeezed her hip and guided her up and then down again. The velvety warmth of her tight canal milked me as she lifted up and dropped down, each time with a little more force. My cock throbbed with a deep, carnal ache of desperate need. A relentless pressure built in me as she bounced up and down on my lap. When I felt myself losing control, I rubbed my thumb across her sensitized clit and heard her cry out as my own release claimed me with shattering urgency. I poured myself into her as I lost myself in the mindless pleasure of the oblivion of gratification.
She collapsed against me as I caught my breath. Her face nuzzled into my neck as my arms tightened around her. If I had one more birthday wish, it would be to never let her go.
