I don’t know how he expects me to focus on him with the feelings between my legs and inside me.
“This is important.” He draws my chin up. “I probably should have used a condom. I really didn’t think this would happen.”
He throbs inside me, and I realize what he’s asking.
“Oh, you don’t have to worry,” I say.
Daddy Dearest couldn’t have his campaign smeared with a teenage pregnancy. He made sure I had an implant when I turned sixteen, though I’ve never needed it before now.
“You sure?” he asks again. “Because I want to come with you.”
I raise my eyebrow and bite my lip. His fingers dance around me again, swirling and rubbing me as his hips move. I feel his touch everywhere. One hand plays behind my neck, the other between my legs. His cock pushes inside me, lighting up the nerves along my body. I flush with heat.
“I feel you getting close,” he whispers as he kisses me.
He’s right. My body tenses and tightens as I arch into him. I pant against his shirt. His thrusts slow and deepen, pushing me over the edge. He growls against my neck as I come, and he follows after me, chasing his ultimate pleasure inside me.
“Thank you,” I whisper as he collapses beside me. I tuck my hands between my legs and whimper. “But holy shit.”
“Sorry,” he says with a frown.
“Don’t apologize. You couldn’t have been more gentle.”
Kevin wraps me in his arms and we lie together in a sweaty, warm embrace while the remnants of pleasure numb our minds. We don’t speak, because words can’t explain this feeling.