“Brant, Brant, Brant,” I cry senselessly, desperate for the release I’m so close to.
He kisses me hard. “Hang on, baby girl, I want to come with you.”
Oh, God, I want that, too. I try to hold on since he told me to, but it’s so hard. My cries grow more desperate as he chases me higher and higher up a steep mountain when all I want to do is fly over the edge.
When the dam bursts, I cry out, helpless to keep the sounds of my pleasure in as it floods my whole body. My feminine muscles clench tightly around his cock as he buries himself with one final deep thrust, groaning with his own pleasure while I’m still riding the intense wave of my own.
The pleasure goes on forever, shuddering through me as Brant pumps a few slower, shallow times, filling me with his cum and then collapsing on top of me.
My whole body is completely drained, but I’m so thoroughly blissed out that it doesn’t matter. I barely have enough energy left to wrap my arms around him and hold him close as he crushes me beneath his weight.
Holy fuck.
After a couple minutes of lying here, incapable of thought or movement, absorbing all the incredible feelings he just gave me, Brant starts to lift himself off me.
“No,” I object, locking my legs around him to keep him trapped on top of me. “Not yet, please. This feels so good.”
“I’m a lot bigger than you,” he tells me. “I don’t want to crush you.”
“I’m fine,” I assure him, tightening my arms and hugging him against me. “I like when you crush me.”
My words do the trick, and he relaxes again.
I sigh with pleasure and close my eyes, savoring every inch of our bodies tangled and touching. His cock is soft now but still inside me, along with his cum. It makes me happy to be so full of him, to feel his hips resting heavily against mine, his hard abdomen and chest pressed against all my softness. My body complements his so perfectly, and I think I complement him perfectly, too. I wish he’d stop saying and thinking things like “we can’t be together” and just accept that, ’cause I’m sure ready to give this thing a go and see where it leads.
I don’t want to spook him, so I don’t say any of that. He’s drunk anyway, so even if he’s honest, I couldn’t hold him to anything I got out of him.
Several more minutes pass and I think he must have fallen asleep on top of me. I start thinking about how best to tug my bed sheet up with my feet (without waking him, which seems the tricky part) so I can cover us both. I’m still a little hot from the sex, especially because he’s on top of me, but just in case someone I live with does barge into my bedroom at any point, I’d prefer Brant’s fine ass not be on display for all to see—especially since he’s still inside me, and that would be all kinds of awkward.
As soon as I start to try to maneuver my blanket up where I can reach it and pull it over us, Brant stirs and looks up at me.
I stop what I’m doing and flash him an answering smile. “Well, hello there.”
“I should go home,” he grumbles sleepily, lifting his head off my breast. “It’s late.”
“It is late,” I agree. “You can’t drive home in this condition, though. I’m worried you even drove this far.”
“Your place isn’t far from the bar,” he assures me. “Hardly anyone on the road this late, anyway. I was careful.”
“That may be the case, but you can’t drive all the way to your house. It’s too far.”
“I can’t stay here,” he points out.
I don’t really want him to. I’d like to spend the night with him, but not here, where I’d have to explain his presence to my family in the morning if he didn’t slip out before anyone woke up. Pappy is an early riser like Brant, so I’m sure at least he’d be awake, and he probably would have some questions if he saw not only a guy leaving my bed in the early morning hours, but a guy Brant’s age.
Brant eases his cock out of me, leaving me feeling a little bereft, and drops onto the mattress beside me. My bed’s a little smaller than his, so there’s not quite as much room. “I shouldn’t have come here, but thank you,” he says.
I crack a smile and echo back a sentiment he’s spoken to me before. “You don’t have to thank me.”
Brant rolls over and climbs off the bed. I’m still in my nightgown since that fuck was so frantic we didn’t even take the time to get undressed, so I just sit up, squeezing my thighs together and curling my legs behind me.