I’m on birth control, but I'm not taking any chances again.
"I don't know if I should be happy or upset that you have some," he says, rolling it on.
"It’s a new box. I may have hoped this would happen when I invited you over,” I admit.
A brilliant smile crosses his face, and it has me so mesmerized that I don't realize he's moved until he slides inside me.
The delicious stretch grabs my attention, and I throw my head back and moan. How I’ve missed this. Not only the orgasms but being filled by him and the connection. The power of us two together.
Echoing my thoughts, he says, "Fuck, I missed this."
"Me too." Moaning, I dig my nails into his back.
He tries to go slow, but each movement sends thousands of sparks across my body. I wrap my legs around his waist, needing to be closer to him. Each stroke winds my body tighter and tighter until my pussy quivers.
"Fuck, you’re close. Don't you dare hold back," he whispers, biting on my earlobe.
He has me so wound up, it only takes a few more strokes before my body locks up, and I cling to him like he's the only thing holding me to the earth.
His climax follows mine, and as we slowly relax, neither of us moves. When he finally rolls to the side, he has a satisfied smile on his face."Tell me we can do that again."
"My body needs rest, but we have all afternoon, and I guarantee we’ll be doing that again."