‘I’m positive. Lie back and enjoy the heat, I’m just a bit dry, that’s all.’
I didn’t quite understand, she’d felt so wet. But I didn’t care, I was fucking someone. I was actually fucking a someone. Well to be more precise, she was fucking me.
‘Touch me.’ She gasped and I wasn’t quite sure what she meant.
‘Feel yourself going into me.’ She whispered.
I couldn’t reach round, so I slid my hand between our bodies. She shifted slightly to help and my hand found the familiar shape of my cock. It wasn’t slippery, in fact her juices dried on my hands between thrusts, stinging into a cut on my finger, like nettles. I began to buck my hips to meet hers, my fingers crushed around the root of my cock each time we slammed together.
The sense of urgency rose and I pulled back on my foreskin beneath the condom. I wanted to feel everything. I didn’t even think about whether this would break the condom. I didn’t think at all, because my cock began to spasm.
‘I’m coming,’ I warned her, but she didn’t seem to mind, she slammed down harder onto me, concentration freezing her face as she stared at me.
I grabbed her hips and pushed hard into her as I came, I just wanted to feel my cock inside her, deep inside her. I wasn’t crouched over a sink. I didn’t have to worry about making a mess. I could just lie back in comfort and feel my cock cumming inside her heat. It was heaven.
She smiled at me, actually pleased to see the pleasure on my face and she gave me time to enjoy the feeling. The breeze from the window played across my sweaty skin, but this close to her I could never be cold.
It was long, long after that before I began to wonder if the condom had broken.
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