My hand kept fucking her, harder and faster as I licked her, alternating between flicking and sucking her clit into my mouth. She practically screamed as her hips lifted all the way off the bed, and her fingernails dug into my skull. Her body shuddered as it pressed back onto the mattress, her breaths coming out in rapid but uneven pants.
“Holy shit,” she said, her eyes closed, and I wiped at my mouth with the back of my hand.
“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” I said, hoping she knew how much I meant it.
Watching her come apart, knowing that it was because I was making her feel good, was beyond sexy.
She pushed up onto her elbows and looked down at me, her breaths still erratic. “Oh yeah? Well, that was pretty hot on my end too.” Her mouth was still open as she dropped back onto the bed with a thump. “I just need a second,” she said, holding one finger in the air.
I chuckled before getting up off of my knees and standing upright. “I’m just going to take these—” I declared, but her body was instantly at mine, her hands grasping for the waist of my jeans.
“That’s my job,” she said before unbuttoning each one.
My arms fell to the sides and I let her do whatever she wanted to me.
Danika pulled at my jeans, forcing them down my thighs with a little bit of a struggle. “Damn thick thighs,” she cursed, and my hands cupped her cheeks.
She looked up at me, so sweet and innocent.
“You don’t like my thighs?” I asked with a grin, stopping myself from laughing.
“Everyone likes your thighs. I think they have their own fan page.” She licked her lips before leaning forward and planting a soft kiss on each one.
Hooking my boxer briefs with both hands, she tugged them down next to my feet, and I stepped out of them.
I realized then that I was standing buck naked in front of Danika, her eyes wide as she took me in. I would have felt more vulnerable, if she wasn’t currently looking at me like I was a god in a human form. This woman made me feel invincible.
“Talk about being beautiful,” she said as her hand reached for my dick and wrapped around it.
“You don’t have to.” I wanted her to know that she didn’t have to do anything she wasn’t comfortable with, but it was too late.
Her hot, wet lips wrapped around the head of my cock as her tongue joined in somewhere underneath it. She started sucking, moving her head back and forth, and I needed something to hold on to or else I was going to fall to the floor. Looking around quickly, I realized that there was nothing within reach.
“Danika,” I said, wrapping my fingers in her hair to get her to at least slow down. “Oh God, Danika,” I moaned again, but she wasn’t stopping.
She sucked harder, moved faster, gripped my balls with her hand, and I knew I was about to lose it.
“Stop, baby.”
She pulled out with a pop, dropped her hand just as quick, and eyed me with a mixture of fear and curiosity. “Stop? Did I hurt you?”
“No. It felt so good. I was just going to fall if I didn’t brace myself on something,” I said before pulling her up to her feet.
I pressed my body against hers as we stood face-to-face, my hard dick hitting her, begging to be let in.
“You were going to fall?”
“More like collapse,” I said, and she giggled, feeling proud of herself, I guessed. “I’m not sure I’ll last very long if you keep doing that anyway. I need to be inside you.”
“Yes, please.” She tore herself away from my grasp and moved back to the bed, still in her bra and panties.
“You have way too many clothes on,” I mentioned, and she nodded in agreement. “Why don’t you take them off while I try and find a condom?”
“I’m on the pill,” Danika said.
Somehow, I had known that she was. Probably because she’d had a long-term, serious boyfriend before me, but the last thing I wanted to think about right now was some other guy being inside her. Ever.
My mom had raised me to always use protection.
Even though I hadn’t needed it since my last girlfriend in high school, the message always stuck in my head.
“No matter what,” my mom had always warned. “Girls lie. They can be wrong. And accidents happen.”
Regardless of how I felt about Danika, I knew I wasn’t ready to be a father.
“Can never be too safe, right?” I said.
I dug around in my nightstand for the pack of condoms I kept in there and prayed they wouldn’t be expired or that the guys hadn’t used them all. They came into my room sometimes and stole them from me, teasing that I didn’t need them anyway, asking why I even had them in the first place.
They weren’t wrong, and before right now, I’d honestly never cared that they took them. As I pulled out my drawer as far as it would go, trying to find one, I was immensely thankful that there was at least one left. The last thing I wanted to do was go ask one of my roommates for one and ruin the whole moment. I searched to read the expiration date, and once I realized that we were in the clear, I ripped open the foil and pulled the condom out.
Moving toward the bed, I sat down, rolling it onto my length before turning to face Danika, who was watching me, her eyes hooded and filled with lust. My breath got stuck in my chest. She was completely naked and perfect. And waiting there for me.
Girls, if you ever wonder what guys are thinking about once we finally get to see you with no clothes on, trust me, it isn’t whatever imperfections you think you have.
You’re naked.
We’re excited.
We can’t believe you let us see you with no clothes on.
And we want inside you.
Because you’re fucking gorgeous. And naked.
I positioned myself over her waiting body and leaned down to take each breast into my mouth, sucking on the nipple and teasing it with my tongue. Danika moaned and pulled at my hair, once again making me feel like a superhero with sex powers. Before I could grab for my dick and take it in my hand, her hand was on me, guiding me home.
She put the head of my dick right at her opening and lifted her hips slightly as I pushed slowly inside. If I moved any faster, I was going to blow it already. The only thing I’d had sex with lately was my hand, and being inside Danika felt nothing like that. Her body wrapped around me, clenching and pulsing as I pressed all the way in as deep as I could go.
“Danika,” I breathed against her neck as I moved to kiss her. My tongue entered her mouth, matching the pace of the rest of my body—gradual and precise.
People talked about making love, as opposed to having sex, and I was pretty sure this was what that felt like. Pieces of my body seemed like they were suspended in air while the rest of me was completely connected to her.
“You feel so good.” Her eyes rolled in the back of her head.
I kissed her neck again before quickening my pace. Hearing her words had excited me.
“I don’t want to come already,” I warned, and her eyes popped open, meeting mine and holding before she gripped the back of my head and pulled me to her.
Her lips attacked mine, and her tongue was frantic inside my mouth, working me up even further. We kissed like that for a minute, all hot and bothered, each one of us frenzied for the other, all the previous slow movements gone. It was like we couldn’t get enough of each other.