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“Yeah,” I tell her. “Um, there’s a cup on the left corner. There should be a couple of Sharpies in there. Why?”
“Shit!” she says as she knocks it over, sending the contents flying. I start to get up to help her, but she stops me.
“No, stay there,” she says. “I’ve got it.”
She uncaps the lid and walks toward the bed. “Lie down on your stomach. I need your back.”
I turn over, and she sits on top of me, her legs on either side of my waist.
“Pretty sure you need my front,” I tell her.
“Shhh,” shesays.
I feel the felt tip of the pen on my back, running up and down the length of it.
“That feels good,” I say. “What are you doing?”
“You asked me what I would do to you…” she says.
“You want to know what I’d do to you?”
“Shhh,” she says again. “I haven’t been able to draw anything but those fucking faceless people for weeks now, and now I finally want to draw something else. So I need you to be still, and I need to do it now, you know? Like if I don’t get it out now, then maybe I won’t, and I’ll be stuck again.”
“You do what you have to do,” I tell her.
I lie down, close my eyes, and try to enjoy the sensations—the strokes of the pen, her hands and fingertips on my back, her weight on top of me, her long legs on either side of me. My dick swells in my boxers, begging me to flip her over and bury myself inside her. I just barely resist.
I think this goes on for an hour before she caps the pen, sets it on the nightstand, and tells me she’s finished.
“What is it?” I ask.
“You’ll have to see for yourself,” she says. “But it’s you.”
“Me?”
“Goodnight, Devon,” she says.
“Hey…no,” I say. And now, I do flip her over. “You came into my room. I have you in my bed. I’m not just going to let you leave.”
“We can’t. She’s going to hear us through the wall.”
I pull the straps down on her tank top, exposing her chest, then flatten my tongue and run it over her nipple while I roll my hips into her.
“Devon…” she moans.
“I’ll go slow, and you’ll be quiet like in the bathroom, and she won’t hear anything,” I tell her, sliding her shorts down over her hips, then position myself between her legs. “Can you be quiet, Ally?”
She nods.
I slide my cock into her warm, wet pussy in one long, torturously slow motion, feeding it to her inch by inch until it’s buried to the hilt, and hold it there for a couple of seconds before pulling it all the way out just as slow, and repeating the motion.
“I don’t have a condom,” I tell her.
“It’s okay,” she whispers breathlessly. “Don’t stop. It feels so good.”
I continue moving in and out of her slowly, enjoying the tortured look on her face and the way she lifts her hips and digs her nails into my skin, trying to set the pace a little faster, but I don’t let her.
“Devon,” she whimpers. “Devon, please. Faster…I can’t take it.”
