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Luke will murder me if I break it, and coach will murder me if I miss the first round because I need to have glass surgically removed from my ass and back.
Changing direction, I walk Em back to the kitchen island instead. It's granite, and I'm pretty sure no amount of fucking will break it. Holding onto Em with one hand, I use my other to sweep everything onto the floor. It's only dishcloths and paper. I can tidy it up later before Luke gets home.
Em laughs as I sit her ass down on the countertop.
"That's cold," she squeaks. She's wearing a tennis skirt and a tight top that's sexy as fuck. My dick gives a painful throb when I realize why her ass feels cold.
"You're not wearing any underwear." I groan, running my hands up her legs, feeling her bare skin. I lift her skirt to get a good look, pushing her back slightly on the granite. For one second, I feel just a tiny bit of guilt for doing this in Luke's kitchen, but my mind goes blank when I see Em's sweet little pussy spread out for me like a feast.
"Put your legs on my shoulders," I order, kneeling in front of her. “Good girl,” I grunt out as Em obeys me and I shoot her a sinister smile. I place tiny kisses on her inner thighs, knowing it makes her crazy with impatience, before diving in and taking a long lazy lick from her entrance to her clit.
She moans incoherently. When I lightly graze the sensitive little bud—swollen with need—with my teeth, she bucks up into my face. I hold her down with my hands, pushing firmly on her pelvis with my thumbs while using my tongue to torture her. In response, she digs her heels into my back, forcing me forward so I can do nothing but bury my face between her sweet thighs.
"Oh fuck, don't stop."
I hum my approval into her clit, the vibrations of my lips causing her to pant. My dick is so hard I'm tempted to jerk myself with one hand while making Em come with my mouth.
Her legs begin to tighten on my shoulders, boxing me in, and I know she's close. I add two fingers, pumping in and out of her in tandem with my tongue. With one more rough lick, she detonates. Her pussy clamps down on my fingers, contracting as her legs tighten around my head. It's so hot it makes me dizzy. That, or Em is close to smothering me in the death grip of her thighs.But what a way to go!
In record time, I whip off my pants and boxers, applauding myself for choosing track pants this morning. Em is still coming when I pull her to the edge of the countertop and slam into her.
"You feel so fucking good," I grunt, pumping my hips into her, the sound of our skin slapping together echoing in the kitchen.
My hands grip her waist, anchoring myself to her. She leans back on the counter, arching her back, so I have a clear view of myself sliding in and out of her tight pussy. She's so hot, so uninhibited, so wild, so fucking perfect, and I want her like this forever.
Leaning forward, I capture her mouth with my lips, thrusting my tongue into her, tasting every inch of her. My hands roam under her shirt, finding her nipples. I caress them roughly. When I give them a pinch, Em moans and bites my lip. Fuck, I'm wild for her.
"Don't stop," she begs, meeting me thrust for thrust.
"Touch yourself," I command, and she does so without hesitation, meeting my eyes. My movements become harder, more frantic, and I can feel her fingers diligently working on getting herself off a second time. I know when she’s close. Her eyes get heavy-lidded, and her hips rock back into mine with more purpose. I feel her start to come again, clenching around my cock, as her back and hips arch off the countertop, pushing me up with her. I shutter, pumping into her one last time as she pulls me into her as if trying to put my dick on lockdown.
The next minute passes in silence. It's just the sound of our erratic breathing and beating hearts filling the room. I press my forehead to Em's and smile, kissing the tip of her nose, eyelids, and mouth. When I pull back, she's grinning, and it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
"I think we need to clean Luke's kitchen." Em laughs looking around the room. Her laughter is contagious, and I can't help but laugh right along with her until there's nothing left to do but clean up our mess.
Slowly, I pull out of Em, stepping back. When I see my cum leaking out of her, I blanch.
I forgot the condom.
“Fuck," I say, panicked. I'm not worried about being clean. I know Em and I have only been with each other, but I didn't ask permission, and I don't know if she's on the pill. Not that I would mind if she got pregnant.
The thought of Em, heavy with my child in her belly, makes something tighten in my chest. I would love to have kids with Em. If it happened now, it would be unexpected, but it wouldn't be unwanted.
"What's wrong?" she asks, confused, immediately sitting up and looking around.
"I forgot the condom." I try to gauge her reaction, but a pained expression crosses her face, and I don't think it's anger or fear. Her expression worries me, so I start to babble. "I'm clean, but I didn't ask you first. I don't know if you're using birth control, but if you're not, it's okay. I mean, it's okay if you're okay with it. I mean, I would be okay with it. I know we just got back together, but if you got pregnant, I would be okay with that too. I would love it if we were pregnant."Jesus Christ, man, shut the fuck up.
"Ryan," Em stops me, putting a hand on my chest, and I stare back at her. For some reason, I think I've made things worse. For one horrible second, I think Em might cry. But then her face just goes blank, like a mask of resolve has fallen over her, and I'm not sure what that means.
I don't like it.
"I'm not going to get pregnant, Ryan," she says, coolly. Her tone is off and confuses me, making me wonder what I've done wrong.
"Oh, okay. Cool." I smile, lean in, and kiss her. Maybe I made this awkward. I don't know what to say to make this right. I know I've fucked up, but I don't know how, so I try to defuse the situation with a joke.
"Maybe next time," I joke. "Or, you know, in a few years."
This time, the pain in Em's eyes is unmistakable. Her eyes dart away from mine, and I know she wants to cry. I can see the tears gathering in the corners of her eyes.
