We made eye contact as the last inch slipped into her tight, wet pussy. I never wanted another. She had everything I needed, wanted, and more.
I blocked out the noise coming from downstairs as she lifted herself again, so slowly, inch by delicious inch. Then down again, back into that tight hole.
A moan fell from her lips as I squeezed her breasts. She leaned forward, causing them to hang down as she rode me faster, milking my cock with her pussy.
I moved my hands to her ass cheeks, squeezing them as I thrust upward and into her. Her eyes scrunched up as she continued moaning, her breathing increasing.
“Brooke,” I said, enjoying the way her name sounded on my lips.
“Austin…”
Our bodies fell into a natural rhythm as I penetrated her repeatedly. Her pussy, so tight and wet, fit me like a fucking glove. Even with the condom, my body tingled as I rushed toward an orgasm. She stared directly into my eyes.
By the look on her face and the squeals of delight coming from her mouth, she was feeling good too. I tried to blank out my mind to last even longer. Unlike a lot of the women I fucked around with, I cared about her feeling good too.
I moved my hands up her back, pulling her down and pressing her breasts against my chest. She kissed my lips as I slid in and out of her.
I felt her pussy squeezing my dick tightly as her whole body shook.
“Yes, baby,” I cooed, loving her O-face.
She didn’t slow down, still bouncing up and down on my dick. I thrust up when she came down, pushing even deeper inside her as my own orgasm approached.
I stared into her hazel eyes. The entire universe suddenly made sense, at least for that particular moment in time. My mind and body were hers.
“Come for me, baby.”
Unable to stop what was happening as the pressure built up, I let myself go, grabbing her hips and thrusting deep inside her one final time as I came.
She smiled down at me, looking so peaceful and pretty. The intense pleasure had peaked, but every inch of my body felt wonderful.
“Come here,” I said, pulling her down.
I kissed those magic lips of her, never wanting to leave her warm, wet pussy. Not ever.
“It keeps getting better,” she said.
“Right?”
She climbed off me. I took the condom off and dropped it to the floor as she laid down next to me on the bed, her silky hair touching my chest.
I held her tight, running my hand up and down her back.
“Can we talk?” she asked quietly and I rubbed her skin.
Uh oh. This can’t be good.
“Sure. What’s on your mind?”
“Oh, I don’t know, but it seems all we ever talk about is football or sex.”
I laughed.
“I’m serious,” she said, head resting on my chest. “I need to know where this is going. Where we fit into each other’s lives. Pro football, medicine, it’s all kind of a lot.”
“Yeah but I like to let that all fall away when I’m with you. But we’re not no strings attached anymore, are we?”
She broke away and propped herself up with an elbow while watching my face intently.