Shame Me Not

As the adrenaline receded, I could feel the cool air against my skin. I reached behind us for a blanket. Ana’s heavy, contented sigh was just as good as her cries of passion and pain. Hearing it was like a light bulb turning on. We’d been denying ourselves the pleasure we could only find in each other’s arms. Why did we fight it? We could make it work.

Leaning in, I pressed a trail of soft kisses up her shoulder and decided to throw it all out there, hoping she would have me. “Let’s not stop. Let’s be friends and whatever this is. You’re my best friend and I can’t imagine sharing these experiences with anyone else. Hell, we may never get to experience this again.”

“Kevin . . .” She tried to turn in my arms, but I was too scared to see the denial in her eyes.

“Okay,” she said finally. One word. Two syllables. But it was one of the best words I’d ever heard.

“Our friendship still comes first. No matter what. I promise that won’t ever change,” I said, rushing to assure her.

“Okay,” she repeated. Then she tugged my hand up and kissed my palm before settling back against me.

We must have dozed for a while. When a loud crash on the television from the next movie woke me up, I jerked searching for the time. I was worried my parents would be standing over us, wondering what the hell was going on.

But when I saw we still had a couple of hours, I decided to take advantage of our new circumstances.

“Ana.” She arched, pushing her ass against my growing dick. “Ana,” I said again, deepening my voice. There was something about using an authoritative tone with her that made my blood pump a little harder. She seemed to like it too. When she rolled over to face me, I still felt the need to double check with her before giving in to the monster begging to be set free.

Her wide eyes still held traces of sleep and she stared at me with trust and acceptance. Brushing her hair back, I gave her my warning. “I want you to suck my dick again. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since you last wrapped those full lips around me.”

Her eyes darkened and she didn’t say a word, only nodded.

“Get on your knees on the floor, your back to the couch.” She complied without hesitation. “Take your shirt off. I want to stare at your pink nipples when I come.” Her hand shook as she pulled her shirt over her head. Once it was tossed aside, she sat there waiting for my next command. “Keep your hands on your thighs. I want complete control of your mouth.”

“Yes,” she breathed out. Her eyes remained glued to my dick as I wrapped it in my hand and began stroking it.

“You want this? Want to suck me and swallow my cum?”

I watched her throat move as though she was practicing for the swallow before she breathed out, “Yes.”

It was all I needed. As I stepped closer, her mouth opened, welcoming the head of my dick. I teased, only thrusting in past the ridge. But when I pushed further and saw the way her cheeks hollowed on the suck, I lost the grip on my control. I buried my hand in her hair and began thrusting harder and deeper. Lightning shot through my balls when I tapped the back of her throat causing her to gag. Part of me warned myself to be careful and edged back, but when I got close again, she inched forward and gagged again, and any warning of my own vanished.

Keeping my eyes glued to her lips wrapped around my dick, I fucked her face, pushing past her throat and dying every time it tightened up against the intrusion. Again and again, I pushed in, triggering her gag reflex, until I couldn’t take it anymore.

“I’m gonna come. Swallow me. Swallow it all.”

Even as cum started shooting out of my dick down her throat, I kept fucking her face, enjoying the way the cum pooled out of her lips and dripped down her chin. Roaring at the way I marked her. I tightened my ass as I pushed in further, dragging out every last vestige of my pleasure.

My knees felt like they were going to give out, and I stepped back releasing her hair. Ana used one hand to wipe her chin and the other to wipe the tears leaking from her eyes.

“Fuck, I’m sor—”

“Stop. Fucking. Apologizing.” Her sharp tone brought me back to Earth from my orgasm faster than anything else. “I have two hands, and I always know I can make you stop. You would never push me more than I wanted to be pushed. I know you Kevin. I know you would never hurt me. If we’re going to make this work, then you have to stop apologizing. Otherwise I’m going to have to apologize for being a slutty doormat.”