Page 84 of Personal Foul

Confusion crosses her face. “Huh?”

Chuckling, I climb on the bed. “In football, it’s most common to kick for the extra point after a touchdown, but youcango for a two-point conversion. It’s where you line up like for a normal play, and try to get the ball into the end zone again. You and I have always gone for the touchdown and the extra point. I was thinking we could change it up.”

I’m grinning, but her eyes are growing wider through my explanation. She holds up three fingers. “Meaning three?”

Nodding, I dip my head and suck on a nipple, sliding my hand down her torso and pulling her legs open so I can stroke the inside of her thigh. I don’t touch her pussy. Not yet. Instead I get tantalizingly close before stroking back down toward her knee.

I keep this up, using my other hand to tweak her other nipple while kissing her, until she’s shifting against me, making sounds of protest when I once again get close to her pussy without touching it.

On the next upward stroke, I finally give her what she’s wanting. But I know that if I’m going to wring three orgasms out of her, I need to get her as turned on as possible from the start.

She sighs in relief when I sink two fingers into her, tapping gently on her G-spot. By now it takes me hardly any time to find the right spot, using my thumb to circle her clit the way I know she likes.

Discovering how she likes to be touched and when has been lots of fun this week, but it’s especially gratifying to put those discoveries into practice.

Soon, I’m settling between her thighs, using my tongue on her clit while I keep my fingers in her pussy. She must’ve been more turned on than I thought before we even got here, because it takes almost no time before she’s panting and making that cute little sound that I know means she’s almost there. I intensify my efforts, wanting to send her hurtling over the edge, and in a matter of seconds, she’s bucking against me, her pussy pulsing around my fingers, until she pushes me away.

She has one arm thrown above her head, the other covering her eyes. “Holy shit,” she breathes.

I reach for the condom and roll it on, stroking myself and resting my other hand on her knee to maintain our connection until she’s ready for more.

Letting her arm drop off her face, she blinks at me. “You want me to do that two more times?”

“Is that a problem?” I can’t help grinning at her.

She gives me a dubious look. “I’m not sure I’d say it’s aproblem, per se, but it just sounds like a lot.”

Crawling over her, I kiss her, letting her have another minute to recover and get ready for more. Her knees fall wider apart, and she pushes against me. Without breaking the kiss, I guide myself to her opening and enjoy the hot, juicy slide inside her.

There’s something about that first entry that’s gotta be one of my favorite parts about sex. The look on her face, the gasp, the tightness, the almost shocking temperature change from the outside world, the first moment of such intimate connection. There’s nothing else quite like it.

But once I’m inside, I pull out again. “Lemme grab a pillow for your hips,” I tell her.

We can never manage to keep the angle right for her long enough in this position, so I’m hoping a pillow will help. She lifts up and lets me stick the pillow under her ass, giggling at the mild awkwardness. But honestly, the fact that we can be awkward like this and it doesn’t knock anyone off their game is one of the best parts of this relationship.

Sure, it started off super fucked up, but it’s grown into something so much better than I’ve had before. Even if I know it can’t last forever, this is one of those bar-setting experiences. I’ll know what to look for in future relationships to feel like they add to my life instead of taking away from it.

She groans when I sink inside her again, which makes me think the pillow idea was a good one. “Fuck yes,” she gasps.

I hum my agreement, starting at a slow, steady pace. It always takes her a bit to get warmed up again. Slow starts work well for both of us. It gives her the time she needs and means I don’t blow too soon. Since we’re going for three, I need all the time I can get.

“Are you planning on two orgasms with you inside me?” she asks, moaning and gasping every few words, which makes me feel better about the fact that she can manage to form coherent sentences.

“I dunno. We’ll have to see how it goes. If I can’t get you there twice before I finish, I’m sure I can manage it another way.”

She grins at me. “So cocky.”

“I prefer confident.” Grinning, I pick up the pace. And that seems to be the trick to shut off the thinking part of her brain, because her eyes fall closed, and her pussy gives me a squeeze.

On my knees, I pull her legs up, folding them gently toward her, her feet resting on my belly.

Her eyes pop open. “Oh my god.”

“Good?”

She nods, holding my gaze. I trail my fingertips up and down her legs, then slide one hand between her thighs, my thumb drawing lazy circles around her clit.

“Oh god,” she moans again.

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