“Please,” she whimpers.
I slowly finish undressing her, then myself, loving the slow tease and the heated way she’s looking at me. I pick her up and toss her onto the bed, then descend on her pussy with one purpose and one purpose only—to make my girl come all over my mouth so I can drink her down.
“Oh, God!” she cries out when I suck her sensitive clit, letting the sharp edge of my teeth lightly rake over it just like she likes. Her back arches as moans, “I’m going to come. Don’t stop… don’t stop… Oh God…” And then she’s exploding for me. I lick up her release, teasing her to another orgasm. She collapses back to the bed for a moment, and I crawl up her body, kissing her soft skin as I go until I’m devouring her lips again.
I reach for a condom on the nightstand, but she grabs my hand and shakes her head. “I want to feel you… all of you,” she says with a naughty glint in her eye. “I want you to come deep inside me. I want to feel you pulsing and emptying into me.”
I give her a questioning look.
“I’m on the pill,” she clarifies. A little jolt of disappointment burns in my gut, which is ridiculous. It’s too soon to think babies. “And I’m clean.”
I kiss her fiercely. “I’m clean too.”
Unable to control myself at the thought of rutting into her bare, I thrust into her hard and fast. She lets out a scream, that I dampen with another kiss, lest my parents hear her. I’m harder than ever before. Fucking her like a madman as she screams into the pillow, biting down to keep her screams muffled.
She says something that sounds sort of like “I’m gonna come,” but it’s muffled.
Her nails scratch down my chest as her pussy clenches around my cock, choking the life out of it as she comes. Her pussy gripping me so tight, pulls me right over the edge with her. I bury myself deep and let go, filling her with rope after sticky rope of my release.
I collapse next to her, pulling her into my arms and kissing her slow and sweet. I run my hands over her body, unable to stop touching her. I dip my fingers between her wet, and swollen pussy lips where my come is slowly dripping from her tight channel and rub my come up and over her clit. I slowly stroke her clit in small circles until her hips are moving into my touch, and she’s moaning lowly. Before she can tip over into an orgasm, I pull her on top of me and set her on my cock.
She moans, rubbing herself along the underside of my cock. Seeing the way her pussy lips are spread around me, as she rubs our releases all over me is so lude, I could come just from the sight of my cock peeking out as she rubs along me. Unable to take another minute, I grip her hips and slowly guide her onto me. She lowers herself until my cock is buried to the hilt. She throws her head back, moaning.
“God, you’re so deep this way. Hurts so good,” Margo groans as she starts moving.
Slowly she rises and falls on my cock, her hips dancing up and down as she finds her perfect rhythm, one that will send us both over the edge to oblivion. I take one of her nipples in my mouth, teasing it with my tongue. The other gets the same adoring treatment. She lowers her mouth to mine, and we kiss in slow, languid caresses of our tongues. Her hips never quit their perfect dance. This isn’t the passionate fucking from last time. This is something more. Something that says all the words neither of us has been brave enough to say yet, but I’m sure both of us feel.
I slip my fingers between us, finding her clit and gently rubbing. She raises up, throwing her head back as she moves a bit faster. Rolling her hips and falling on my cock harder. It doesn’t take long for her to come on a scream that she barely muffles with her hand. Her inhibitions are completely gone leaving nothing but the wanton beauty riding me to my own release. She buries me deep inside the hot clench of her pussy and squeezes down as her orgasm rips through her body. My balls draw up, and then I’m coming with her, once again flooding her pussy with my come until its overflowing.
Margo collapses onto my chest, breathing heavily. “We’re really, really good at that. Not bad for a fake relationship,” she mumbles sleepily.
My mood instantly sours. I hate the sound of us being fake in any way. I hope like hell she understands that letting my dad think we are married is the only fake thing in our relationship. We are very much real, and we are very much moving towards something more permanent.
I’m awake late into the night, my thoughts troubled. Eventually, I fall asleep wrapped around Margo as she sleeps soundly. It seems like I’ve barely closed my eyes when her alarm goes off. She quietly gets up in hopes of not waking me up. I watch as she silently moves about the room, getting dressed for the day. When she’s done, I stand from the bed and wrap her up in my arms, holding her tight.
Margo clings to me in a way that tells me something is wrong, but now isn’t the time to discuss things with her. We don’t have time to have that kind of conversation. I walk her to the door and kiss her goodbye. I can’t stop the worry that bubbles up, wondering if I somehow messed things up with her last night. This morning she welcomed my embrace easily enough, but something was off. Almost like she was closed
