by Ava Bloom
And he finally gave in, pressing hard and fast into my needy hole, using his thick, strong thighs to push into me with the speed and force of a piston. I gasped and came, an orgasm that seemed to last forever as my vision rolled to white, and my fingers clenched in the sheets.
I fell slack against the bed – my bed, our bed – breath leaving me in a rush.
And still, Derrick continued to push into me, bending down on his forearms to change the angle, so that I could really feel his length. Again and again, he hit the bundle of nerves deep inside my core, making me scream out his name in pleasure. I convulsed, and he finally came, spurting deep inside of me in hot waves of passion.
For a long time, the only thing I could hear was our breathing. Derrick held me close to him, and I fisted a hand in his shirt. It was times like these that I almost wanted to laugh. What were we, teenagers? What kind of adults, our age, had sex fully clothed, because they just couldn’t wait any longer?
Derrick pulled back and grinned at me, probably thinking along the same wavelength as me.
“We should probably head to the airport,” I said seriously, even though I knew we were probably still too early. If he wanted to show up now, though, I would humor him. Wasn’t that what relationships were all about, after all – compromise?
But Derrick rolled to the side and pulled me closer into him. “Maybe,” he agreed. “But I think I feel myself already building towards round two – maybe we should give it twenty minutes.”
I stared at him for a moment, shocked – but it wasn’t like I was going to complain about that idea. Instead, I nuzzled into his neck, pressing my lips against his skin. I still couldn’t believe we were here – that in a couple months, we had managed to come so far. Neither of us was perfect, of course. But we seemed to work perfectly together.
I smiled against his skin and pulled away. “We have time for round two,” I agreed. “And maybe round three?” I knew, after all, that Derrick liked to get me off as many times as he could, even if it meant using his fingers or his tongue once his member was exhausted. And it’s not like I was going to complain about that.
When we rushed to our gate to make our flight later that day? Well, I couldn’t exactly say that I cared.
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