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“It’s my dad’s name.”
“Oh God, can we not talk about your dad right now?” she asks.
I look at her for a beat before we both start laughing.
“Get back to work,” she says—or rather demands.
I happily dive back between her legs, sucking and licking until she’s jerking underneath me, pulling my hair so hard that it hurts, and then going stiff, my name on her lips as she goes over the edge. I smile against her pussy, knowing the best is yet to come.
“You’re really good at that.”
“Good to know,” I say as I move back up her body. “It’s been a while.”
“Since you’ve licked a pussy?”
“Say it again,” I say, my mouth tilting up in a grin.
She smirks. “Pussy.”
“I love to hear dirty things come out of your pretty mouth,” I tell her, leaning down to kiss her.
She arches up into me, pressing our bodies together. My cock is still hard, pulsing between us, and she bites my lower lip, sucking it slightly before releasing.
I reach to the table where I set my wallet earlier, grabbing a condom, and turn slightly to put it on. Then, I push inside her quickly, all in one thrust. She arches up again, this time with a gasp as she grips my shoulders. I don’t give her any time to recover, and I start to move, pushing in and out of her as her nails dig into my skin. She moves her hands, raking them down and then up my back, no doubt leaving red streaks. She grips my hair, pulling my head to the side as she sucks lightly on my neck.
I can feel the need building in my balls, and I grit my teeth, holding off. I want her to come once more before I do. I want her boneless beneath me, exhausted and as satisfied as I am.
I want her. And it terrifies me to admit that. I almost stop thrusting as I think it.
Her legs come up around me, and I shake my head, pushing the thought away. That’s not what this is about. This is two people who find each other attractive, getting pleasure from one another. That’s it. It will all be over in a few weeks, and then I’m not taking it any further.
You already did,I tell myself.
I grab underneath her, flipping us so that she’s on top.
“Oh my God,” she mutters, breathing heavy. “How did you do that?”
“Ride me,” I command, and she does.
I watch her hips rotating back and forth, her tits bouncing, her long hair swinging wildly, sticking to her forehead slightly. I run my hands along her body, wanting to touch everywhere that I can, and commit her to memory. It’s phenomenal. She’s phenomenal.
“Touch yourself.”
She snakes one hand down her stomach, over her belly button, and to the apex of her spread thighs. I grip her legs, my fingertips biting into her flesh, as I feast on the erotic sight. Her head is thrown back, and her fingers work her body into a frenzy. Her nipples are drawn up tight, and a light sheen of sweat coats her skin. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything more beautiful.
She lets out a cry, rubbing faster and faster before she hunches back over, blowing deep breaths out as she anchors herself with one hand on my chest. I pump up into her, and she locks eyes with me.
She slips her finger into my mouth, and I suck her taste off as we move as one, never breaking eye contact. She moves her hand away, trailing it up my cheek and around my ear with a featherlight touch.
“Can I come on you?” I ask, and she nods, quickly getting off of me. I feel the loss of her warmth around me and immediately want it back.
I get to my knees, peeling the condom off as she lies before me on the bed, her eyes fastened on my hand as I work myself up to release. She doesn’t peel her gaze away as I come all over her neck, chest, and stomach before collapsing beside her, the tingling sensation coursing through my body starting to die down.
That brief moment of the pinnacle of pleasure is such a speck on the timeline of sex. We work hard for it, and it’s over in seconds. But we keep coming back for it. And I know now that it can be different than before. Maybe with the right person, it can be explosive. But there’s not a right person for me, is there?
My chest is heaving as I look over at Alice. She turns her head slightly toward me, and I watch my cum slip down her body. She doesn’t make an effort to wipe it off as she stares at me, her own lips parted as she breathes deeply.
“Wow,” is all she says, and I grunt in agreement. “I need a cigarette and a stiff drink after that.”
“Do you smoke?” I ask, frowning as I try to remember ever seeing her with one.
“Nope, but that was fantastic.” She laughs, staring up at the ceiling.
We lie in silence for a bit before her fingers touch mine, and I find myself turning my hand over, letting her thread her fingers through until our palms are together. We don’t say anything else, lost in thought about the line we just crossed.
