“What are you thinking?”
“Huh?” I sputtered, brought out of my fantasy. “Um…nothing?”
“Oh, really?” Mayra smirked.
“No.” I blushed at the confession.
She shook her head a little and pulled my head against her chest. I felt her lips press into my hair.
“I want you again,” I told her.
“Well, maybe you should do something about that.”
I felt my face heat up, and my cock began to make its own way toward her thigh. I licked my lips and cringed a bit.
“I need to…um…not yet,” I said.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“I need to brush my teeth.”
“Me, too.” Mayra laughed again.
We shared the sink, both of us still completely naked and standing in front of the mirror, ready to brush. It was weird, and I didn’t like it too much. For some reason, brushing my teeth in front of her made me feel far more naked than just lacking clothing. Thankfully, her toothbrushing made her boobs shake up and down a little, which I could watch stealthily in the mirror.
Back in my room, Mayra pushed me onto the bed and crawled over the top of me. Her hand slid down my side, over my hip, and then she gripped my thigh for a second before wrapping her fingers around my already erect cock.
“Shit,” I mumbled. I closed my eyes and pushed the back of my head into the pillow.
Mayra leaned over and covered my mouth with hers, and the sharp taste of mint flowed between us as we kissed. She pulled back long enough to grab another condom from the nightstand, insisting that she wanted to try putting it on herself. It didn’t work out very well and ended up kind of twisted at first. Eventually she got it on right and rolled it over me.
Mayra got up on her knees, straddling my hips. I swallowed hard as I realized her intent and then gripped the sheets on the bed as I watched her position me at her entrance before lowering herself. She hissed; I groaned, and we slowly became one again.
At first, Mayra just lay her head on my chest as we both reveled in the feeling of connectedness. I cupped her face in my hands and kissed her slowly, trying to keep my focus on the feeling and taste of her mouth and not the subtle movements of her hips and how those movements encouraged me to move with them until I burst.
She sat up and leaned back, and it felt like electricity flowing through my cock and up my spine. I groaned again, arching my back and thrusting up into her. Mayra began to move with me, sliding up and down over my cock as her breasts bounced in rhythm with the strokes. I reached up and gathered them both in my hands, pulling slightly at the nipples as Mayra moaned.
“That feels incredible,” she breathed.
“What about this?” I asked as I dropped my hand down her belly and started massaging her right above where we joined.
“Oh, God! Oh, Matthew!”
I kept my fingers against her clit and moved my hand with her. My other hand went to her hip, giving me a bit of leverage to push up. Mayra’s hands were braced against my chest as she leaned over me, and her hair fell over her shoulders to tickle my skin as she moved. She dug her fingers into my skin as she began to pant out my name like a chant. She shuddered, and I followed a moment after.
“Ahhh!” My fingers dug into her hips, and I pulled her down against me, shoving as deep inside of her as I could go. As soon as my grip loosened, Mayra dropped her head to my chest and wrapped her arms around my shoulders.
I couldn’t decide if I liked it better on top or bottom, so I thought we should try for the best two out of three.
~oOo~
Whereas normal, daily tasks are difficult to master, undertaking activities considered only problematic for most people is nearly impossible for me. If it hadn’t been for Mayra’s constant reassurance, I might not have been able to face the transition from high school life to college.
With my eyes squeezed shut, I tried to keep myself grounded. I didn’t need to get upset. I didn’t need to freak out and panic. I could get through this. Mayra was just in the other room. Everything was all right.
It didn’t work.
My hands started shaking until the photo album I had been looking through dropped from my grip with a thud. I tried to lower myself carefully but ended up stumbling a little and knocking a small candy dish off the coffee table before landing on my ass.