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“No, I need you inside me. Please.”
He dug his face in, squeezing my hips to pull me against him.
“Mike, please.”
He rubbed his face against my thigh and slowly kissed his way up. He wiggled a little as he did, and when he made it back face to face, I realized he had been working his pants off as he pressed his naked body to me. I reached down and slid my hand up and down over his firm cock as he kissed me hard.
I started to position his head to my opening after running the tip through the slick folds, but he pulled back. “Wait, let me get a condom.”
I shook my head. “I have an IUD and I haven’t slept with anyone in years.”
“Are you sure?”
“Are you clean?” I asked through labored breaths.
“Yes, but still. Are you sure?”
“I need you, Mike.” I stared at him as I practically cried that out.
He put his mouth over mine again and slowly worked his way inside. I was slick and ready, but it really had been a long time and he stretched me as he worked himself in.
“I don’t want to hurt you. Tell me if it does, okay?”
I nodded. It was a tight squeeze, but nothing had ever felt better than he did right at that moment. As he filled me a new wave of flush washed over my body and my legs relaxed even more to allow him space. When he finally had worked inside to his hilt, he stopped.
“Jaz,” he whispered as he stared down.
“Mike,” I whispered back.
He grinned. “I’m happy to be home.”
“I’m happy to be home with you.”
I tilted my face up and he took my lips. As our tongues stroked each other, I grabbed at his hips and rolled my hips up. He moved himself out, then slowly pressed back inside. One hand was next to my head, and the other went under my ass, moving my hips at a higher angle. He moved in again, this time pressing deeper against my g-spot, then soon, I was at the edge.
Panting, I told him, “I’m so close I can barely stand it.”
He grinned and gave me a peck, then said, “I promise this will take longer next time, but I can’t stand it anymore either.”
He squeezed my hip then thrust into me at a quickened pace. I grabbed his arms to brace against the pounding and wrapped my legs over his ass. As soon as I did that, stars burst behind my eyes and my walls contracted over and over again around his shaft.
“Oh God,” he moaned out as he took three more good thrusts. “Mine,” he growled out before collapsing onto me. He tried to fall to the side, but I used all my strength and locked my arms and legs around him, holding him to me.
His back was so slick and wide I could barely hold on and he laughed as I tried. “Woman, I'm going to crush you.”
I shook my head. “Then I’d die happy. But seriously, just stay like this for a minute. I’m fine.”
He dug his face between my neck and shoulder, and I loosened my grip, but still stayed wrapped around him.
Finally, he lifted his head. “I need to clean us up. But I’ll be right back, okay?”
I moaned in opposition but moved my legs so he could pull himself out and roll away. He wasn’t gone long before he returned with a glass of water and a wet washcloth.
He wiped me down then tossed the washcloth in the hamper in the corner of the room as he settled next to me, pulling the blanket and comforter over us. I grabbed the water and sipped then turned to him.
“Before we get snuggly, I need to go to the ladies’ room.” I kissed him and he looked up at me with hooded eyes and a subtle, sated grin.
I slipped from the bed, not bothering to grab the shirt, and headed to the bathroom. It wasn’t sexy, but it was best to pee before and after intercourse to prevent UTIs. And I intended to have another round before I went to sleep, so better safe than sorry.
