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Just seeing her do that was like a shot of adrenaline straight to my balls.
It had all kinds of things coursing through my body.
And soon, I knew, I would blow.
“Stop and make yourself come,” I gasped.
If I let go of her hips, I was going to lose it.
So, I watched as she reluctantly let herself go, leaned back all the way, and circled her clit with her finger, showing me exactly how she liked it.
I growled when I felt her start to tighten around me.
“Fuck,” I panted. “Yes.”
And then her eyes were closing, her back was arching, and she was coming all around me.
I praised all that was heavenly that I was able to hold on as long as I was, then finally let go.
Curving my body over her own, I planted both of my forearms up above her head and rutted into her, not stopping until I’d wrung every last drop of my cum deep inside of her.
Long moments later, panting and spent, she ran her nails up the length of my side, making me cringe backward as she tickled me.
“Ack,” I said, laughing and pulling away.
She looked up at me with a smile on her face.
“You’re going to have to get up,” she said. “I’m fairly sure I have a splinter in my ass bone.”
Snorting, I pulled out of her, but I didn’t go too far as I watched my release leave her body right along with my cock, and fall to the kitchen floor.
I growled.
“So fucking hot,” I said, feeling my semi-hard dick start to come back to life.
“No!” She laughed and stood up. “Not yet. And for sure not right there. That was hot and all…”
She trailed off when I latched onto her hips and bit one hip, sinking my teeth in just hard enough to hurt.
“Okay,” she whispered. “But not right here. The hard, unforgiving floor isn’t happening again.”
I gathered her up into my arms and stood up, taking her to my bed.
There I laid her down, then followed with my own body.
“Here?” I asked, mouth only inches away from hers.
“Here.”
Thirty minutes and an orgasm for both of us later, I was lying on my back in the bed, staring up at my ceiling.
“Run with me over to my place,” she said. “I have some food. You can help me carry it over.”
That’s exactly what we did next. Slipping on a pair of boxer briefs and flip-flops, I waited at the door for her to pick up her wet clothes.
When she went to put them on, I rolled my eyes.
“Just grab one of my shirts.” I gestured to the couch where a still heaping pile of laundry sat unfolded.
