She swept the pad of her thumb over my tip and paused when she encountered the precum.
Her hand left me, and I heard the smack of her lips as she cleaned her thumb free of my offering.
“You taste salty,” she said. “Not sure what I think about it.”
I chuckled at her words.
Some women liked the taste, others didn’t.
It was a personal preference, and I wouldn’t mind if she went either way, as long as I had her tight pussy to sink into instead.
Her hand moved back to my cock, and this time, she moved forward until she could rub it against her pussy—at least the parts that I wasn’t currently filling with two thrusting fingers.
The wet heat of her pussy felt like a jolt straight to my heart, and I knew then and there that I wouldn’t be able to give her much more time.
“Move your fingers,” she pleaded.
I did, giving her exactly what she wanted.
“Ohh,” she whispered as she brought the tip of my cock up and brushed it along her clit.
“Keep doing that,” I rasped, my voice sounding like I’d gargled with bleach, so raspy and husky. “And I’m going to come all over your pussy instead of inside of it.”
She notched my dick at her entrance, then said, “Then come inside.”
I brought my fingers up to my mouth and licked them clean again, slowly as I tried not to think about what was in store for my cock.
Just the heat of her slick entrance hugging the crown of my cock was enough to make me see stars.
“Inside,” she hissed, her fingers now clenching into my thighs to the point of pain. There was no way in hell I wouldn’t see those nail indentations in the morning. “I’ll seriously kill you.”
I pushed inside, only to curse myself ten ways until Sunday before abruptly pulling back again.
Reaching over the side of the bed, I all but laid on top of her to get at the condoms—one condom to be specific—that I kept in the nightstand drawer.
After my fingers closed over everything else in the drawer first—gun, magazines, ChapStick, baby oil, lube—I finally felt the little foil packet.
Latching onto it with desperate fingers, I ripped it open with my teeth, had it slicked on in half a second flat, and was returning to the writhing woman underneath of me seconds later.
“Oh, God.” She breathed when I breached her farther than before.
My hands gripped her ample hips, my fingers digging into the soft flesh there, and lifted her up at the same time that I sank slowly inside.
I didn’t give an inch, just slowly filled her until she was taking all of me.
“Oh, boy.” She breathed. “I didn’t feel my membrane tearing. I’m almost a little sad about that.”
I would’ve replied to her weird comment if I could have.
However, my head was so focused on what was happening with my other head—thank God I’d worn the condom. If I was inside of her bare, I’d already have exploded—that I couldn’t concentrate on two things at once.
“Move, please,” she whispered desperately.
I moved, pulling back only a half inch before slowly grinding back inside of her. Over and over I did this, playing her body like my instrument, and getting her closer and closer to the edge.
Just when I felt like she was about to teeter over, her body all but locked up on me.
I froze, unsure what was wrong.