With our bodies molded as one, we take our time until we’re both teetering on the edge and I can’t hold back anymore. “Jesus.” I pump harder, my arms shaking as I hold myself up, rocking my hips, pounding her pussy as a pressure builds low in my stomach.
Keeley cries out as she matches my urgency, her eyes ablaze with a passionate intensity as her hips rock to keep up with me. “More, please. Don’t stop.”
“Not a chance,” I rush out, my voice husky as I grit my teeth, working hard to delay my gratification.
Her walls tighten again, and I feel her impending orgasm as her pussy throbs against my bare cock.
I pump harder until she’s gasping for release, her hands curling into the sheets, her fingers holding on for dear life as her body spasms in ecstasy. “Sal. God, yes.” She stifles a high-pitched scream as my body jolts, my orgasm hitting me with full force, and I grunt as I empty into her, waves of pleasure rolling through me.
“Ah. Fuck. Keeley.”
I shake uncontrollably, my muscles weak as heat ripples under my skin, my release so intense that I’m caught off guard.
“Fuck.” My balls tingle as we both slow our rhythm, and when she glances up at me, I’m hypnotized by the brightness of her gaze, my chest tight as she peers into my soul.
I want to tell her I love her, but I am not going to be the guy that throws it out in the heat of passion.
I’m almost certain she knows anyway. Just like I know she feels the same.
When her breathing slows to a less frantic pace, I pull out of her and drop down on the bed beside her, throwing a hand over my face as I chuckle.
“Why the hell didn’t we do that sooner?”
Keeley giggles, the sound of it eliciting a sigh of content. I could stay in the moment forever.
“That’s on you, Mr. D’Angelo. You were too caught up waiting for a bed.”
“Maybe so, but I have no regrets about the location.”
Keeley laughs again before twisting to face me, her face pinched as she shifts her foot.
“Careful. Can I help?”
“No. I’m good now. I just wanted to do this.” She curls into me, and the peace I felt earlier deepens into a state of blissful happiness.
“How soon before you can go again?” she asks into my chest, the vibrations of her lips sending a jolt of electricity through to my cock, making it twitch for round two.
“Give me a minute and I’ll be good. I don’t plan on leaving this bedroom for the rest of the night.”
Ilift Keeley onto the bed after our third intense session, and she groans. “Don’t be mad. But I was wrong. That hurt my ankle. A little.”
“I told you,” I lightly scold her.
“Still worth it.”
Despite my arguments, Keeley wanted to mix things up. So instead of having sex on the bed, I sat on the armchair in her room and she sat on top of me, her back to my chest as she faced the mirrored doors of her closet.
It stressed me out, worrying about her ankle, until the second she lowered onto my cock, her legs spread to give me the most glorious visual in her reflection. I’m ashamed to say, I lost my mind so fast that I forgot about her cast until after I was coming back down to earth.
“Maybe we should use the bed again next time?”
“Why? You didn’t enjoy it?”
“Fuck, Keeley. I’ve never enjoyed anything more. But I don’t want to delay your healing.”
“I’m beginning to think that’s not such a bad thing, if this is how we get to pass the time.” She bites her lip, and I growl before burying my face in her neck, sucking the flesh until she moans my name. “First, I need a breather. Not long. Just a few minutes. And maybe something to eat.” She smiles and I chuckle lightly.
“That can be arranged. You stay here, and I’ll make us something.”
