He was fully in me now, all of the way. Click. I’d closed my eyes and I hadn’t heard a click in awhile. My inner walls clenched against his throbbing erection, squeezing him hard, but I tried to lay there, calm and professional.
I opened my eyes and looked up. Asher loomed over me, still wearing his shirt. His pants were undone only enough to unleash his cock, but with that inside me, invisible to the outside eye, he looked fully clothed. I, on the other hand, wore nothing.
I looked at him and he looked at me. Something was missing, and it took me awhile to figure out what. The camera; he’d placed it off to the side. He stared at me for a moment after my realization, and then he began.
His hips rolled back as he moved his erection out of me. I thought this was it, he was done and we would cease our illicit coupling immediately, but then he pressed back in. Watching me the entire time, looking for a reaction, when I didn’t complain or say anything, Asher took it a step further.
He moved out faster this time, then back in. Out, then in. After a few goes at it, he thrust into me hard, pressing me roughly against the carpet.
I wrapped my arms around his back and my legs around his waist, pulling him further into me. “Asher,” I whispered into his ear. “Asher, I want you.”
“Jessika, we can’t do this,” he said, almost a growl. Despite his words, he slammed his cock hard into me. “This isn’t right.”
“No,” I said. “I know. We won’t. Just a little more and we’ll stop.”
He stuffed himself into me and ground his cock inside me, rolling his hips. I squeezed him hard, with my arms and my pussy, and lifted my head to kiss his throat.
Asher closed his eyes and thrust into me again and again. He refused to look at me, wouldn’t open his eyes, but wouldn’t stop moving his hips either, taking me roughly on the floor.
“Asher,” I said. It felt so good, I wanted him so badly, and yet I couldn’t stand him not looking at me. “Am I not sexy? Please, I’m sorry.”
His eyes snapped open. He stared at me hard. Up close, so close, I thought I could almost see thunderclouds in his sky blue eyes.
“Jessika,” he said. “Stay still. Don’t move.”
I didn’t understand at first, but I tried not to move. It was impossible, though. I bit my lower lip as he slammed hard into me, sliding me a few inches across the carpet.
“Jessika, I’m trying to take your picture,” he said through gritted teeth. “I need you to keep your pose.”
“Yes,” I said, a lusty gasp. “Yes, I’m trying. Take my picture.”
“This is so sexy,” he said. “You’re so sexy.”
“I love you,” I said, barely a whisper. I didn’t mean to, and I didn’t know what I was thinking, but I said it.
Asher went wild. If he heard me, I didn’t know, but whatever had come over him made him crazy. He crashed into me, his cock slamming hard and fast into my pussy. I squeezed against him, unable to stop myself, feeling him bringing me closer and closer to climax. The fabric of his shirt bunched up and grazed against my stomach and my clit with each of his thrusts, exciting me even more. He grabbed my waist and held me tight, pulling my body towards him as he pushed into me.
My orgasm overtook me and I screamed out loud. Writhing and squirming beneath him, I wriggled on the rug, feeling the shaggy texture of it, warm against my back, while Asher’s hot, clothed body heated me in the front. My breasts bounced as I climaxed hard on his cock and my body tensed, muscles squeezing, squeezing. I grabbed him with my hands and my back arched, stomach taut, my legs pulling at his lower body. My pussy clenched like a smooth, velvet vice around his cock.
Asher finished, letting out a grunt, pushing himself as far into me as he could while pressing his body against mine. His cock twitched inside me, flared, stretching my pussy, and then his cum surged out of him and into me. Once, twice, three thick jets. Then smaller twitches, a few more, uncountable. My climax continued as he unloaded a substantial amount of his cream inside me and I grew even more hot and excited when I felt it. He filled me. I hadn’t had sex in awhile, hadn’t expected it for awhile still, but this was so wonderfully satisfying.
We lay there together, him on top of me while I squeezed his softening cock inside of me. I was finished with my orgasm, but I liked the way he felt in me, so nice and a perfect fit. I held him tight, hugged him, kissed his cheek, and…
Asher got up. He removed himself from my grip, placed my hands firmly on the ground, and pulled himself out of me. Standing, putting his softening erection back in his pants, he zipped himself up, buttoned his pants, and searched around for his belt.