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When Olga’s eyes snagged on mine, I slid partway out and back in again, giving her several short slow thrusts while I waited for her body to adjust to my size. She squeezed me like a glove, and I focused on studying her eyes to keep myself from blowing my load too soon.

I’d wanted her too much for too long to take it slow, but fortunately, Olga seemed to feel the same way.

“Michael! Move! Please!”

At Olga’s urging, I picked up the pace, making my thrusts longer and harder.

“Yes, just like that,” she encouraged, wrapping her body around mine and rolling her hips to meet mine stroke for stroke.

I lowered my head and kissed her deeply, mimicking the movement of my hips. My heart was thundering in my chest so hard I almost felt dizzy. When I broke the kiss, we both let out heaving sighs.

Lowering my head to the crook of her shoulder, I grabbed Olga’s flesh between my teeth and bit down. Her skin tasted sweet.

“Are you giving me a hickey?” she gasped, tapping at my shoulder.

“I was too young to do this last time we dated,” I teased, releasing her skin, then smoothing it with my tongue.

Olga dug her fingers into my ass cheeks, spurring me on.

“I’m so close,” she panted. “Move faster.”

I shifted so I could slide one hand between our bodies, finding the swollen bundle of nerves at her apex. I knew I’d found the spot when she bucked so hard she damn near knocked me off of her.

“Michael! Oh!”

Olga began shuddering beneath me, her eyes closed and her mouth open, although no sound came out. I could feel her internal muscles pulsing around my dick, squeezing me so tight that I could hardly breathe.

I increased my pace, pounding against her now, fast and hard.

“I’m coming,” I grunted, just before I filled up the condom with my cum in several long thrusts. A small caveman part of me wished I wasn’t wearing a condom at all. I’d never taken a woman bare before, never even considered it, but I swear if Olga told me to rip off my condom and fuck her again I’d do it without a second thought.

If I hadn’t known that I loved her before, that would have proven it to me.

I collapsed down on top of her, my head on her shoulder as I recovered from the intense orgasm that seemed to have sapped every last bit of energy I had in my body.

After a minute or two, Olga tapped my shoulder. “You’re squishing me, Mikey.”

I rolled to my side, taking her with me, loathe to break the connection between our bodies. We lay side by side, staring into each other’s eyes until the sweat on our bodies cooled. Olga shivered.

“Let me get rid of this condom,” I said, pulling out of her body.

I hopped off the bed, tossed the condom, then pulled the comforter from beneath Olga so we could snuggle underneath it. I was half afraid she’d take off, but instead she rolled closer, resting her head on my chest.

“Do you want me to go back to my own room?” she asked quietly after a few minutes. I hated that her voice sounded unsure.

“No. Do you want to go to your own room?” I asked in response.

“God no. I want to take a breather and then do that again. Maybe more than once.”

“Oh good,” I said, “We’re on the same page.”

She propped herself up on one elbow, looking down at me. “Is this a one night thing?”

I shook my head. “I really hope not.”

“I would not be averse to having a roommates with benefits if we get to keep doing that,” she said. “That’s the best sex I’ve had in…forever.”

“Roommates with benefits? How would that work?” I asked carefully.