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I couldn’t tell him I wasn’t on birth control because I didn’t want him to freak out.
But the damn meds were rendered ineffective with the medication I was already on. So what would be the point of putting one more unnecessary evil in my body if I didn’t have to?
“You’re not on any kind of birth control,” he guessed for me, his words coming out in a slight pant against my lips.
His hand, the one that wasn’t planted on the bed beside my head, came up and ran along the length of my body. The beads on my uniform clicked with the movement.
But even through the thick material, I could feel the heat of his hand. I could almost imagine what it would feel like to have that same hand running over the length of my bare ribs.
Heavenly.
“I kind of already knew that,” he admitted. “I snooped through your medicine drawer last time I was here…I needed to know whether to be prepared or not…and I was. They’re just outside in my saddlebags.”
“Well, we already messed up,” I admitted. “We should just…”
I lifted my hips, indicating what “we should just.”
He growled, his hand clamping down a bit too hard on my hip as he sat up.
The new angle pushed him deeper, and I nearly cried out in surprise. And excitement.
One orgasm with him inside of me wasn’t enough.
Not nearly enough.
“Two wrongs don’t make a right,” he said as he pulled out, then pushed back inside, his eyes on the apex of my thighs where we were joined.
I wondered what he was seeing.
Was it the whiteness of his release surrounding his cock as he pushed it back inside? Was it his cum being forced from my vagina every time he pushed his cock inside? Was it the way I all but felt like I was bursting, stretched so tightly around his cock?
Whatever it was, it held him mesmerized.
I wasn’t sure he was even aware of what he was saying or doing, for that matter.
His words didn’t match his actions.
And I couldn’t find it in myself to stop him.
I bit my lip and tried not to lift my hips with his rhythm. Tried not to encourage him in any way.
I would not be making this decision for him.
I wouldn’t.
Couldn’t.
He growled, his eyes squeezing tightly shut, then gritted his teeth as if the effort of holding back was killing him.
I closed my eyes and focused on the fullness, the way that he filled me up. The way that I could feel that extra added wetness that showed how we’d already both been quite irresponsible.
And, because I couldn’t bear it anymore, I lifted my legs and put my feet into the creases of his hips and started to push.
He went out an inch at most before he stopped the backward movement with a tensing of his muscles. He did not, under any circumstances, want to leave me.
I could relate.
But I also couldn’t have him inside of me anymore and not move.
