When we're both naked, I reach for the pocket of my pants to pull out a condom. She laughs when I do that, and I take a look at her with a question mark on my face.
"Extra-large," she says, pointing to the condom wrapper. "I knew it."
I smile and rip the wrapper, adjusting it to my dick. She looks at me all the way.
"Do you want to..." I start.
"If you ask me if I want to do this again, I'm going to strangle you," she interrupts me, getting up from the sofa and standing next to me. "I always wanted to do it, and now I think I'm finally ready."
Her mischievous smile and those words make me laugh, so I take her chin with my fingers and press a kiss to her lips.
"I wanted to know if you want to stay here, on the sofa, or go to bed," I say after the kiss, and she smiles at me. "We'll discuss your desire to strangle me later; maybe we'll figure something out."
"On the sofa, in bed, on the floor, in the shower," she begins to enumerate. "I don't care."
"Then maybe everywhere?" I offer, raising an eyebrow.
"Maybe you stop talking and show me what you can do," she suggests playfully and winks at me.
I grab her in my arms and throw her over my shoulder. She gasps in surprise, giggling. I take her to the bed and throw her on it.
"You're such a naughty little girl, Michelle Andrew," I say as I climb over her, spreading her legs wider. "I don't think you deserve to come."
"Please," she begs, taking me by the shoulders and pulling me closer.
I take my cock in my hand, spread her legs, and fill her sweet little pussy to the full in one swift motion.
Michelle moans loudly, and I'm afraid it was too much, but she wraps her legs around my waist, encouraging me to continue.
I pull away slightly and then go all the way in, even harder this time.
"Christopher," she moans, digging her fingers into my back. I go down on my elbows and give her a kiss, slowly pulling away again and then rapidly coming inside.
I feel that my own release is close—too close, to be honest—but I can't come before her; I never do that until I satisfy a woman, especially not with Michelle. My strokes become slower; I begin to pull away and come again really slowly, torturing her and myself.
I find her nipple with my fingers and squeeze it hard, and she cries out once again. Her body is tensed, her own release is coming, and I lower my hand to reach for her clit. I start making circles around it; my strokes become faster and harder with every move of her hips.
Michelle grabs my ass in her hands, encouraging me to move even faster, unable to wait for her own release. I would wait a lot longer, I want to torture her all night long, but my own climax is so close that I cannot wait any longer.
I press hard to her clit and shove my dick to the fullest into her sweet tight cunt, and her inner walls wrap me, milking me with her honey, and she starts shuddering in my arms, screaming my name, exactly the way I always wanted.
My climax comes right after hers, and I start shaking myself, falling to the side a little so I don’t crush her with the weight of my body; the release is much more intense than I've expected.
Michelle's pussy is pulsating over my dick, prolonging my release. And I come, come, and come some more; my orgasm seems endless.
I lower my mouth to hers and bite her lower lip, feeling how my body starts to relax a little.
When I feel Michelle stop shuddering, letting go of my ass and placing her hands on the sides of her body, I slowly pull away, arranging myself near her.
"That was incredible," she whispers, her breathing uneven.
"Promise me you won't run away tonight." I turn my face to look at her. She's all sweaty and glittering under the light.
"It's my room," she jokes, but I do not smile in response, reaching my hand to brush away the hair that has fallen on her face.
"I'm serious, Michelle." I start stroking her breasts with my fingers, petting her tender skin.
"I promise," she whispers, looking into my eyes, her own glittering from satisfaction.