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Goose
Moving my hands from Lyssa's hips, I gripped her thighs, lifting her until she wrapped her legs around my waist. When I was sure she was secure, I moved my hands up her sides, pushing her shirt up. My d**k jumped as she lifted her arms, allowing me to push it up and over her head, taking it off easily. Running my hands back down over her body, I lowered my mouth to her chest. Her arms wrapped around my neck as her back arched, pushing her chest closer to me. A moan rolled through her as her head fell back, giving me complete access to her throat. An opportunity I took full advantage of as I moved my mouth up toward her ear. Pausing, I nibbled on her ear lobe, initiating another moan from her.
"Baby, I need you to understand I don't do relationships, so if this isn't what you want, tell me now."
Moving her hands from my shoulders, she ran them up into the back of my short hair. Gripping what little bit of hair I had on my head, she was able to find just enough to pull my head back as she pulled her head away from the wall, forcing me to look her in the eyes.
"I understand."
I spent the whole night watching this woman laugh and enjoy life with my best friend's sister. The two women even danced together a few times. The way she moved had my d**k straining to be let out all night. I was already horny as s**t, and even though there were plenty of other women who would have done just fine, she was who my d**k wanted. Just the thought of even stopping at the clubhouse after ensuring this woman made it home just fine had my d**k growing soft. And I was sure I was going to have to suck it up and go another night without. Hell, what was another night after so long anyway? Then she had to go and do the unexpected, and even while I was trying to be rational and give her an out, the mere thought of her taking care of herself nearly had me cumming in my pants like a teenager.
Still, I had to give her an out, but she wasn't like any other woman I have been with. Adjusting my hold on her, I pulled her way from the door, turning us as I walked her back to the bedroom. Keeping eye contact with her the whole way. Even when I stopped just next to the bed and set her down on her feet, we kept eye contact. Her hands finally released the small hairs on the back of my head as we began undressing each other. Within seconds of her feet touching the floor next to her bed, the only thing left between the two of us was the condom she was rolling down my shaft.
The moment she had the condom on me, I had her in my arms again. Lifting her off the floor and moving both of us onto the bed. My mouth over hers, swallowing the sweetest sound of a moan as I pushed into her. Pausing as I buried myself completely, I had to force myself not to c*m right then and there. She was f*****g tight, her p***y pulsing around me. Her whole body responded to me, with her legs wrapping around my waist, pulling me into her further. Her hands were moving over my body. One around me to my back, pulling me closer, her nails biting into my skin. The other wrapped around my head, her fingers back into my hair. Slowly, I started to move, pulling halfway out before pushing back into her. Her body moved in sync with mine as we found our rhythm. The only problem was that at the pace we ended up with, my orgasm was building much faster than hers. Some guys may be alright with that, but I am not one of them. Maybe if I knew for sure I would be able to get it back up and finish her off, but it's been so long I don't know if I will be able to. So, pushing back into her, I paused again, gaining a frustrated noise from her.
Shifting, I pushed her legs up farther as I set up a little. The hand she had in my hair fell, so she was gripping my thigh. My hands went to her hips as I pulled nearly all the way out of her before slamming back into her. A move that was oh so sweet, yet wasn't going to help my already quickly building orgasm. Though by the loud moan from her as her back arched up, her head falling back as her eyes rolled back, I had a feeling I was putting us on more of an even playing field in this position. Still, I wasn't sure I was going to make it much longer as I repeated the move, hitting the same spot inside her each time. Working out a fast pace, again her body moving with mine, I moved one hand between us, letting go of one of her hips. My thumb found her clit just as I slammed back into her. Her back arched even farther, and one of her hands flew above her head, allowing her to push back more as she used the leverage she gained from pushing against her headboard. Neither one of us lasted much more than two or three more thrusts before she was screaming in pleasure, and I was moaning into her throat as I fell forward with my last thrust. Neither one of us moved for a good minute or two.
Slowly, I moved off her, lying next to her while I caught my breath. Next to me, she relaxed, her breathing evened out. Before I knew it, she was asleep. Slowly, I climbed out of her bed, found her bathroom, and disposed of the condom. When I was done, I returned to her room, moving her carefully so that she was under the covers. Quietly, I got dressed and then found a bottle of aspirin and a glass of water, which I set on the table next to her bed. Standing next to her bed, I watched her sleep for a moment before ignoring whatever part of me that told me to stay. I didn't sleep over at a woman's place, and they never came back to mine. I never felt any way about the woman I hooked up with. Let alone felt so drawn to one like I had with Lyssa all night. I didn't know this woman, so what was it? Maybe I will figure it out, but tonight wasn't that night. I made sure everything was locked up as I left her safe in her bed, asleep.
I wasn't surprised to see D had already left. I was surprised to see Emilia standing outside on her porch, a glass of water in her hand, watching me.
"She know you're leaving her?"
I shrugged.
"She knew what she was getting."
Taking a slow sip of her water, Emilia shook her head before turning and walking back inside.
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