“I need to get a condom,” I tell her, turning to get off the bed when her hand stops me.
“I haven’t had sex in over two years,” she tells me, “or maybe three.” And I just look at her. “I’m on the pill.”
“I’m clean,” I tell her. “After I found …” I don’t want to bring her name into this; she isn’t going to taint this. “I got checked. Anyway, I’m clean.”
I look at her lying in the middle of my bed, that corset thing under her tits while her pussy glistens from my mouth and her cum. “I would never do that to you.”
“I know,” Denise says, getting up on her elbows and putting her hand in the middle of her legs to unsnap the bottom of the one piece. She crosses her arms over and peels it over her head as she sits up.
“Come here,” she says, and I move to her, fisting my hard cock, and I swear I’ve never been harder. She pushes me down on the bed and puts her leg over me as she straddles me.
“Are you okay?” I ask her, making sure that she is okay with this, okay with me. She nods, leaning down on me and kissing me while she grabs my cock in her hand. I slowly roll her over to her back, not sure of myself. So I kiss her a bit longer till I can’t wait anymore.
She moves my hand away. “I was never comfortable to be the one pinned down, but I want to feel you all over me, all around me. I want to put you in me,” she tells me as I lean forward on one arm, looking down at her pussy as she takes my cock and wets it by running it up and down and then slowly places it at her entrance. I lean down and kiss her softly, my tongue twirling with her while I push myself in her. All the way to the end. She moans, and I don’t move. I let her get used to me.
When she moves her hips up, I start moving my own hips, and my mouth goes to her as she kisses my neck. Her legs move back a touch, making me slide into her deeper, and our pants fill the silence in the room. I look into her eyes while I finally lose the last bit of restraint I have and pound into her. “Oh, yeah.” She wraps her legs around my hips as I bury my face in her neck, her arms going around my neck as I pound into her with deep thrusts.
Her hips are in my hands as I feel my balls start to tighten, knowing I’m going to come, but I won’t do it without her. I slide one hand between us and touch her clit, her pussy quivering as soon as I do that. “That’s it,” I tell her. “Come with me.”
I know I’m going to blow. I lean up and look at her, one hand going to my cheek when she leans up and kisses me. She moans her release in my mouth, and I close my eyes and let go with her.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Denise
I feel soft kisses, or at least, I think I do. My body is spent, and I wish I was kidding. I feel like a cooked noodle, relaxed and dead. I’m lying on my stomach with one arm tucked under me while the other one is over the top of the pillow.
I don’t even think I could move my hand up if I wanted to. A moan comes from beside me as I feel it again. Yup, definitely kisses. I moan, and I feel hands grab my hips and lift me a bit.
“Hmmm,” I say out loud as I feel him slide into me. He groans as he fucks me from behind. I’ve lost count of how many times we woke up searching for each other. I’ve lost track of the times his fingers brought me to the brink of pleasure. I’ve lost track of the times I’ve cried out to god.
“Zack,” I say, gripping my pillow now with both hands.
“I,” he says, “can’t get,” slamming into me, “enough of you.”
I don’t think I could come anymore, and then he slams into me a bit harder, and I’m wrong. I’m so, so wrong because I come while he slams into me one final time, planting himself all the way in and coming himself.
He collapses on the side of me, bringing me with him. “No more,” I say, panting.
“I woke up, and well, you wiggled next to me,” he says, and I open one eye at him.
“You mean I was breathing?” I ask him.
“No”—he shakes his head—“I was hugging you and then you just moved your hips, and I just thought …”