His dick continued to pulse inside me and my pussy responded, massaging him. He’d gone softer inside me but not fully flaccid. But when I rocked my hips, he grew.
“Fuck…Jesus…” His hands went to my hips and I thought he might stop me, but instead, he shifted himself and opened his legs allowing me to sink further over him.
It seemed impossible to have the ability much less the energy to make the ascent to pleasureland again, and yet without a word, that was what we did. Slowly at first. Each time I moved over him, he filled me more.
His hands kneaded my breasts and when he bent forward and sucked my nipple into his mouth, I felt it straight to my pussy. Pleasure shot out. My hands gripped his shoulders as I rode him, harder, faster, more, more, more.
I moaned and whimpered as I hurled towards the edge of bliss.
“Yes, right there, Petal…fuck yes.” His hips bucked up in time with my movements. We were polar opposites in so many ways, and yet, like this, we fit perfectly. We were in complete sync, until finally, I hit the peak and soared again, crying out.
He groaned and immediately thrust up, letting himself come with me.
I collapsed against him again, soaking in the wonder of it all. I was no prude. I’d been with men before, but it had never been like that. Fast and furious and intense.
His head dropped back. “Fuck.” He finally lifted his head to look at me and I saw the regret. He was still inside me, but was regretting being there. “Petal.”
If I hadn’t seen it in his eyes, I’d have heard the regret in his voice.
“I know.” I looked down, unable to bear it even if I knew he was right. We were friends, after all. I moved off of him. “I’ll be right back.”
I hurried to the bathroom under the guise of cleaning up, but I really needed a moment to gather my strength so I could face him. I removed my dress which had been scrunched around my waist, and put on my robe. I combed my hair and washed my face. I wasn’t a sexy witch anymore. I looked more like a hungover housewife. If having sex with me didn’t scare him off, this look surely would.
When I came back out, he was dressed and leaning on the back of the couch, his eyes soft with sympathy as he looked at me.
“Petal, I’m sorry—”
I rushed to him and pressed a finger to his lips. “Please don’t tell me you’re sorry.”
He looked down. “I shouldn’t have done that. I’m afraid I’ve hurt our friendship.”
I mustered a smile. “No. Nothing could ruin our friendship.” It occurred to me that perhaps the moment wasn’t quite as spectacular for him as it had been for me. He struck me as a man that had many opportunities with many women who were likely sexier and more adventurous than me in the sex department. I wondered if he was disappointed.
At the same time, I recognized that we’d crossed the line. I blamed the Halloweentinis for making me amorous and reducing my inhibitions.
He started to reach out like he was going to touch my face but then stopped. “Are you okay? I was a little rough that first time.”
I nodded. “I’m fine. I…ah…well…never mind.”
“What?” His eyes were dark and yet soft. It was amazing how such a fierce looking man could appear so warm and safe.
I looked down. “I liked it.” I glanced up at him wondering if he thought I was being a silly girl.
His smile was sincere. “I did too.”
Of course, he’d say that, even if he didn’t mean it. So I turned away.
“Petal.” His hand rested on my shoulder but I didn’t turn around. “Really. That was amazing. But we’re friends. As much as I’d enjoy doing it more, I don’t want to fuck that up.”
I nodded. “Me too.” I walked with him to the door.
His expression was sad. “Your friendship means a lot to me. I’m afraid I’ve ruined it.”
I worked up a smile even though each time he mentioned our friendship felt like a stab in the heart. “No. Your friendship means a lot to me too. It will be fine. One small drunken incident of friends with benefits.”
His lips twitched upward. “I’m not drunk.”
“You were drunk on the sexy witch costume.” I said working to return to the usual banter we had.