I come only seconds later, my orgasm hitting hard and fast and stealing my breath as I empty inside him.
When we’re both done coming, I shift my arms under his body to take some of my weight off him and press my face into his neck as he slowly comes down and comes back to me.
“Holy goddamn fucking shit,” he mumbles dreamily.
I huff out a laugh. “That good?”
“Whatever word means better than good,” he says, sounding a little bit more with it. “That’s what that was.”
I brush my covered lips against his cheek, then pull off my mask so I can give him a real kiss.
He eagerly meets me kiss for kiss, and his happy little sigh when I pull away makes something deep inside me clench.
“That was so hot.”
“As good as your fantasies?” I ask.
“Better,” he says with a goofy smile.
“Let’s get your hands free.”
He pulls his arms from around my neck, and I loosen the loops enough so I can slip them off.
“Wait here. I’ll get you some wipes,” I press a quick kiss against his cheek and climb off him.
The front of my sweater is covered in cum, so I strip it off and toss it on the floor before grabbing a couple of wet wipes out of the packet in his bedside table. I quickly clean myself up, then tuck my dick away and bring the others to him.
West cleans himself up, his eyes wide with confusion as he watches me strip off my sweats and shirt and drop them on the seat of his desk chair.
“Done?” I ask.
He hands me the balled-up wipes, and I toss them in the trash.
“You’re not leaving?” he asks as I pull back the covers and slide into bed with him.
“Nope.” I hold out my arm, and he eagerly slides into my embrace.
“What time is it?” he asks, already sounding sleepy as he snuggles into my chest.
“Late,” I tell him. “Or early, depending on how you look at things.”
“I’m going to pretend that made sense because it’s late, or early, and you fried my brain with that O.”
I laugh softly and rest my cheek on the top of his head. “Fair enough.”
“How long can you stay?” he mumbles, already falling asleep.
“As long as you want me to.”
“What if I want you to stay all night?” he asks, sounding completely out of it.
“Then I’ll stay all night.” I brush my lips against his temple.
He mumbles something I can’t make out and lazily rubs his lips against my neck.
I wait until he’s asleep again, then roll him over so he’s on his side and I can spoon him from behind. He wiggles back into me, and I settle behind him.
I’ve never shared a bed with anyone after sex, but instead of feeling crowded or like I need some space, holding him like this feels completely natural.
