Damn.
I thrust harder with each second, pulling almost all the way out and slamming into her deeper each time. My hands spread her knees apart to make more room for me. I kept my gaze on hers, not willing to miss a single reaction. My balls slapped against her as I moved even faster, willing away the intense urge to come, since this was the only damn condom I had. If it were up to me, I’d be up all night fucking her every which way. As much as I wanted to flip her over and fuck her from behind right now, watching that beautiful ass jiggle as I pounded into her, I needed to pace myself.
But even though she’d loosened up a little, she was still so damn tight. The uncontrollable urge to release my load took hold of me and wouldn’t let go. Before I could stop it, I felt my body shudder as I let go.
“Shit, Aspyn. Shit! Fuck…” I groaned as I came hard inside the condom, too caught up in the intensity to be that disappointed in myself for losing it like this.
Within a few seconds, she let out a shriek. And it was loud. She bucked her hips and trembled beneath me. As my orgasm came to an end, my eyes flew open, needing to see the look on her face as she climaxed. Her muscles tightened around my cock—between that sound she’d made and the pressure of her pussy convulsing, it was the most beautiful orgasm my dick had ever had the pleasure to take part in. Even in the dark, I could somehow see how flushed she was. I moved in and out of her until her muscles stopped pulsing.
My body was sated, but I wanted so much more. This felt like only the tip of the iceberg.
After I pulled out and discarded the condom, I felt like just lying in bed and holding her. This was so much more than I’d bargained for, despite the boundaries I’d set earlier tonight. And that was exactly why I needed to keep my promise and not linger here, not be as goddamn needy as I felt right now. Because not only did I want to fuck her again—even harder next time—I wanted to cuddle with her after. And therein lies the problem.
I kissed her softly…down her face to her neck and onto her stomach. My dick was already throbbing for more, but I forced myself to speak. “I’m gonna leave you alone to get some sleep.”
She straightened up against the headboard, allowing me a perfect view of her beautiful tits as they bounced. “You don’t have to go…”
I didn’t want to go. But I’d promised to slip away with no words spoken of what we did tonight. “That was our deal, remember? Pleasure, no pressure.”
She nodded, seeming disappointed. “Okay.”
Her reaction made me feel conflicted. I’d thought this was what she wanted. Fuck, if she begged me to stay I would, even if it was against my best judgment.
Leaving is the right decision. Things had escalated very fast tonight, and I felt a responsibility to protect her from…well, me. If I couldn’t guarantee I could be more to her than a sexual fling, I needed to act like the fuckboy I was and leave, not make any promises. Plus, with no more condoms, it would be painfully difficult not to try to fuck her again if I’d stayed. I needed to be better prepared next time. And God, I hoped there was a next time.
I reluctantly rolled off the bed and went in search of my pants. I spun around fast to see if she was checking me out. She was.
“What are you looking at, Dumont?”
Caught red-handed, she looked away suddenly.
Have I mentioned I really don’t want to leave right now?
The cold floor at my feet was most unwelcome. Almost as unwelcome a feeling as this fucked-up desire to cuddle.
Stop being a pussy, Troy.
I walked back over to her and sat at the end of the bed, leaning in to kiss her forehead. I’d planned to leave her in bed, but she suddenly stood up, giving me a glorious view of her stark-naked body.
“You don’t need to get up,” I told her.
“Well, I need to lock the door behind you.”
“Ah. Duh. Right.”
Her boobs swung freely as she walked over to the closet and grabbed a short, silk robe, which she wrapped around her body.
We walked together to her door and with each step forward, I wanted to leave less and less.
As we faced each other, she stumbled over her words. “Well, thank you. That was…”
I finished her sentence. “It was fucking amazing.” I wrapped my hand around her cheek. “Remember, we don’t need to speak of this tomorrow—unless you want to. But, you know, either way, we should really do it again soon.”
She smiled. “I’d like that.”
Adrenaline pumped through me at that prospect.
“’Night, beautiful.”
“’Night, Troy.”
On the way out, I nearly walked into the shrubs outside her house. My head was still in a sex-induced haze. After getting into my car, I leaned back on the seat, feeling like I couldn’t move, like the wind had been knocked out of me. Then I realized she was still waiting at the door, so I needed to move before she thought something was wrong with me, sitting here staring into space.
But there was something wrong, wasn’t there? I was supposed to have fucked her and left, but it somehow felt like a piece of me was still inside that house. This was not how it normally felt for me after sex. In fact, this wasn’t like anything I’d ever felt before, and I needed to get myself in check fast.
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Once I got home, getting myself in check consisted of an intense jerk-off session in the shower as I pretended my hand was Aspyn’s pussy and relived every taste, smell, and sensation from tonight. After I came, I leaned forward against the shower wall, letting the water rain down on me as I willed myself to get a grip.
I then got out and dried myself off, but the shower had done nothing to relax me.
As I lay in bed with Patrick at my feet, I was wired.
Deciding to just get up, I ventured into the kitchen. It was 3 AM—practically morning anyway. I poured myself some of the stale coffee from the previous morning and looked out the window at the trees in the darkness.
A few seconds later, Patrick wandered in to join me.
I lifted my mug to the cat. “You can’t sleep either?”
He meowed, probably yelling at me for ruining the cozy situation he’d had in bed. Then he circled around my legs and purred. He was very forgiving.
I bent to scratch between his ears. “You know, you’ve got the right idea. Never leave the house. If I’d just stayed in this freaking house, tonight wouldn’t have happened. I wouldn’t be pussy-whipped—no offense—right now for a girl who wants nothing to do with me because she knows what’s right for her. Well, there’s one thing she wants to do with me—and believe me, I delivered.”
I stood up. “I’m gonna tell you a secret, Pat. You know how you like to snuggle with me? That’s what I wanted to do with Aspyn tonight. Isn’t that crazy? That’s not the way it’s supposed to be, you know? That’s not what I do. I’m not a snuggler like you. I’ve never wanted to snuggle with a woman. But I did with Aspyn.” I sighed. “What does that mean? What’s next, rubbing my asshole on her feet?”