myself mixed with him. My tongue desperate to taste him, darting in his mouth.
Still wearing his jeans, I reach down, pushing at the waist of his pants.
“Patience, my beauty.” He smiles against my lips.
“Justin, please,” I plead.
“Greedy girl.” He moves his lips down my jaw to my neck, kissing as he goes. My head goes back in the mattress to give him better access. I am finally able to get the button undone on his jeans and push at the waist. He leaves me to take them off and I watch with wide eyes as he pulls them and his boxers down revealing to me his rock hard cock.
Climbing back on top of me, he holds himself up with his hands on either side of me as he positions himself at my entrance. Teasing me, he moves the tip of his cock back and forth. Using my wetness, he moves up and down between my folds from my center to my clit. Agonizing movements that make my hips buck, and the wicked look in his eyes tells me he's enjoying this.
“What do you want, gorgeous?” His cock begins to enter and pulls back out again.
“Fuck me, please,” I beg, wanting him inside me more than anything. My fingernails claw at his back. I want to mark him as mine.
Still he teases me, putting his cock in just so far and then back out.
This does it for me, I push at his chest and he falls to the side with a laugh and I move to straddle him before he can stop me. He holds his hands up for me and interlaces our fingers as I position myself. Slamming down in one swift move, his large cock impales me.
“Oh fuck,” Justin moans as I stifle my scream. His hands go to my hips and aid me as I ride up and down on him. Sitting up, he presses my chest to his and his face nuzzles into my neck as my arms go around him. My head falls back from the pleasure, his hands move to my ass thrusting into me. Heavy breathing with lots of moans is all that is heard, as we are one.
Seeming to know just what the other one needs, our rhythm is in tune. My arms are around him, holding him as tight to me as I can.
“Give it to me, babes,” he groans, sensing my orgasm coming as I squeeze my center around his hardness.
"Fuck, Justin,” I moan as another orgasm surges through me. With more vigor, his fingers dig into my ass as he pulls me onto him with force.
A loud rumble from deep in his throat and the hot feeling of him coming almost sends me into another orgasm. His face buries in my chest and I rest my cheek on top of his head as we both try to steady our breathing.
My whole body now spent, every muscle like rubber, I lay limp against him, my forehead resting on his shoulder. With me pressed against him, he lifts himself with one hand and scoots us back against the headboard.
“Hey, you,” he whispers, his hand brushing my hair to the side. I feel his head moving to try to see my face. I lift my head slightly to see his grin, a knowing grin that is saying I-told-you-so. I don't care, I've never had so much pleasure in my entire life. I don't care if I won't be able to move for two days now, it was worth it.
His arm around my waist, he lifts me and lays me down, hovering over me. Brushing the hair out of my face, he presses his forehead against mine.
“We didn't use a condom,” I whisper, feeling completely irresponsible again.
“I assumed you were on birth control,” he answers, not seeming to care either way.
“Yes, but...” How do I tactfully say he might have an STD?
“Well, we've already fucked bareback twice now, so whatever disease you have I guess I have it now, too.” I can hear the amusement in his voice.
“Hey,” I slap his chest as hard as my weak arm will allow me.
“I'm clean and, honestly, have never had sex without a condom.” He chuckles at my weak attempt of being offended. “I'm pretty sure that you are the same, so I think we are fine,” he brushes it off.
“Okay,” I mutter. I'm actually too tired to care right now.
“You need your rest,” he whispers and I nod my head slightly against his. Feeling too tired