“I need you,” I rasped, slipping my erection between her wet lips.
“Fuck me, Stephen,” she begged. “Please!”
“W-what about protection?” I gasped.
“I’m on the pill. I’m safe, I swear. I’ve never gone without a condom before.”
“I haven’t either,” I ground out, looking down to where our bodies were so close to connecting.
“Please, I want you.” She pushed herself back against me.
I kept my eyes trained on the sight as I slowly pushed inside her. “Oh, God.”
“More!”
Grabbing her hips, I slammed into her.
Oh, God! Oh, God! This is heaven!
Through my lust-filled haze, I heard Julia cry out and froze instantly. “I’m sorry! Did I hurt you?”
“No!” she said. “No, not at all.”
“Are you sure?”
“I swear,” she said. “Fuck me, Stephen! Do it again!”
I leaned forward and kissed her shoulder before pulling back so that I almost slipped out of her. I gripped her hips tightly and thrust into her again.
“Oh, that feels so good!” I moaned loudly.
I ran my hands up her back and grabbed her shoulders. I pulled back and started thrusting roughly, reveling in the sound of her whimpers. I couldn’t stop my mouth from running, telling her how wonderful it felt.
“Oh, Julia! God, that’s so good,” I panted. “It feels so amazing!”
I noticed that her hands were gripping the desk tightly.
“Is it OK? Is it good?” I gasped.
“So fucking good!” she moaned, moving her right hand between her legs.
“Oh, God, are you touching yourself?”
She nodded fervently, arousing me further. She was so confident and self-assured. I didn’t have to worry about my performance when I was with her. Julia would clue me in to what she needed to feel good. She leaned down on her forearms, changing the angle slightly. I pushed into her again and let out a strangled, guttural moan when I felt how much deeper I was able to go. My thrusts became faster and wilder as I took her with a sense of savagery I didn’t know I possessed.
“I—I’m close,” I panted. “I can’t…. you feel too good. Please come!”
Seconds later, she did, calling out my name.
“Oh, God! Oh, fuck! Julia!” I panted.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I thrust wildly into her and came so hard that it completely took my breath away. I pulled back and pushed forward again slowly, letting out a low moan as my body started to relax and my orgasm reached its end. I fell forward and wrapped my arms around her, covering her shoulders and neck with soft kisses while we both caught our breath.
“Julia,” I murmured, resting my head on her shoulder. “Are you all right?”
She let out a breathy laugh. “Fuck, yes! That was fantastic!”
I grinned, feeling proud. When I lifted my head, I finally got a good look at the tattoo below the nape of her neck. It was a small circle with a four-leaf clover in the center, and I was surprised that I actually liked it. I placed a kiss on it and slowly disengaged from her. Immediately, she stood up, making a beeline for the bathroom, but I grabbed her wrist and pulled her to me for a passionate kiss. I didn’t want to let go of her right away, knowing that we wouldn’t be touching each other much now that we’d had sex. We didn’t usually cuddle, but right now, I wanted to feel her close to me.
“You’re incredible,” I whispered against her lips.
“Mmm,” she hummed. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
I held her for another minute before she pulled away. “I need to clean up a bit. That’s the drawback of not using a condom, I guess.”
“Oh, of course,” I said, letting go of her.
She smiled. “It was a lot better, though.”
“Uh, yeah,” I said, running my hands through my hair. I was a little amazed how much of a difference it had made in terms of sensitivity. It felt fantastic being inside her with nothing between us.
“Hey, you’re not regretting it, are you?” she asked, looking up at me. “I’m on the pill and I’ve been tested just in case.”
“No, not at all. Um, but why did you want to do it without one now?”
“I couldn’t wait another second to feel your cock inside me,” she laughed. “I mean, it’s been a week.”
“Yeah, uh, that’s a long time,” I said. I didn’t want to tell Julia that before sleeping with her the first time, it’d been years since my last sexual encounter. A week was nothing in comparison, but I knew what she meant. I’d been desperate to be inside her again, and it seemed that she’d felt the same urgency.