GABE
I fucked her through her orgasm and back again. Every contraction made me want to bust my load deep inside her, but I fought off the urge, making sure I gave her exactly what she needed and more. Once I felt her come back to me—when her breathing went back to normal and her roars quieted down into panting gasps—I asked, “Are we going to screw around with condoms, or are you going to let me come inside you?”
She looped one arm around my shoulders, narrowing her stare. Thinking. Considering. Deciding where my cum was gonna go. Fuck yeah. “It is safe?” she asked.
Her innocence was adorable, but she didn’t get it. “I’m not about to put this perfect pussy in danger.”
Her laugh was coy and soft. She pulled me closer and ran her fingertips through my hair. “I don’t know if you’ve earned it.”
That was my sweet spot right there—that place between respect and disrespect. The fire burned hottest right on that line. “Think I earned it right when your oh God turned into oh Gabe.”
She didn’t answer with a word, but with another squeeze of her pussy, one so intense that it made a wave of precum spill out of me. Mother. Of. Fucks. Once I could actually speak again, I said, “I’ll take that as a yes.”
Another squeeze, even harder. “A definite yes.”
I eased back into the rhythm I’d found with her before, addicted to the new thickness of her wetness. Astroglide had nothing on her postorgasm liquid silk.
As she dripped out onto my balls, I gave it to her hard, I gave it to her wild, I gave it to her until I felt her walls begin to pulse for me again. But it felt less intense than the time before, so I pulled out of her, tucked my arm under her, and rolled her over. “Get on your knees. Come for me again.”
She hesitated and looked back over her shoulder at me. I rammed into her so hard that she dropped her cheek to the mattress and roared. I slowed down enough to let her answer, and she said, “I don’t know if I can.”
There was some vulnerability in there that was hard for me to rail against, but I wanted what I wanted and she was going to give it to me. “Don’t fucking argue with me,” I said, going slow on the withdrawal, until only my head was still inside her. And until her toes curled up and she gripped the sheets in her fist. “I know you can do it. So do it.”
She listened that time, and as soon as her fingers met her clit, I felt the flutters intensify. I held on to her hips, digging my fingers into her muscles, feeling her every curve and valley. Her long hair slid off her back over one shoulder, and she supported herself with one arm. I felt her fingertips against the sides of my cock as I powered into her. I aimed for her G-spot, and I hit it again and again. I knitted my hand into her sweaty hair and pulled back, drawing her jaw upward. She made a long, dirty “Nnn-hnn-nnnn” and began to touch herself faster.
I gave her everything I had, and she took it. More, more, more.
“Oh God,” she gasped. “Please come with me. Please.”
“Don’t be so fucking polite,” I told her as I drove into her even harder.
She let out this angry roar that blew my mind. I was fully ready to let her have it, but then she doubled down on me. “Come inside me. Right fucking now.”
That was that. She had me before I even knew I was gone. Hanging on to her hips so hard I knew I’d leave bruises, I came in three hard waves, shooting my cum deep inside her heaven-sent cunt.
Both of us were spent, and she fell asleep in my arms with sweaty ringlets framing her face. The moonlight inched across her body and the messy sheets all around us. I pressed a kiss to the top of her head, her silky hair cool against my lips. Through the musky, salty smells of the two of us together, I could still smell her sweetness. Sweeter now because I knew how fucking dirty she could be.
But right as I was falling asleep with her in my arms, the power came back on. The room was bathed in light from the hallway, shining in through the door and the window she’d crawled through earlier. She made little sleepy moans of protest, rolling over and curling up against my chest. The air-conditioning kicked on, and I felt cool air begin to fill the room. I wanted to stay exactly where I was, with her nestled up against me, but if I didn’t get the quilt from the floor and shut off the lights, odds were pretty good that one or the other would wake her up. No way was I going to let that happen.
Very gently, I slipped my arm out from under her and placed a pillow under her head. I got out of bed, careful not to let the old wooden frame squeak, and pulled the sheet up over her, as well as the quilt. I went out into the hallway and switched off the lights, then carefully made my way down the staircase and switched off the foyer light as well. I picked her dress up off the stairs and laid it over the banister and then headed back up to bed. But halfway up I heard a sound. A faint, unfamiliar sound. Like breathing but not quite. I froze and turned to look down the steps behind me.
The noise got louder, and I realized what it was. It was Lily. And she was snoring. Smiling to myself in the darkness, I made my way back to the bedroom, closed the door behind me, and got back in bed beside her. I pulled her close against my body and placed my chin against her shoulder. Last night, I’d fallen asleep thinking about her. Tonight, I had her in my arms. Sometimes shit didn’t work out like you hoped. But sometimes it most definitely did.