She came, clenching and unclenching around me like tiny little fists massaging the length of my cock, coaxing it to give it what it wanted.
I lost control, pounding so hard inside of her that it was mediocre at best.
But I couldn't help it. The way she made me feel, I couldn't think rationally.
Couldn't make my brain move as fast as it should be.
And then, with a sudden understanding, I realized why she felt so fucking good. Realized why it was ten times better than I remembered.
I managed to pull out, barely, shooting my seed all over the soft lips of her sex, crack of her ass, and back.
I watched as my come ran down her leg, and released her hand to catch it.
She was faster, catching it with her hand and swiping it up her leg to cup her sex.
"I don't have anything to clean up with, and I'm worried if I start moving, it'll all go everywhere. And I really, really don't want to explain to my mother why I got jizz on her carpet," she murmured worriedly. "How am I going to clean this up?"
I found myself smiling.
Backing away from her, I looked around the room for something to use.
The glow from the full moon didn't offer that much light, though, so I walked to the door and flipped on the light switch, wincing when the bright light lit up the room around us.
"You're standing in front of an open window with a light on, and the street is right there," Naomi whisper yelled.
I gave her a look that clearly said 'really?'
She bared her teeth at me.
"You're in a cul-de-sac. There are two elderly people on either side of you and a fifty something year old man that lives on the corner. He isn't home, because as I was arriving, he was leaving. He had a travel mug of coffee, which indicates he wasn't planning on coming back any time soon," I informed her.
She blinked.
"That was Mr. Monk. He's a marathon runner, and wakes up at the crack of dawn to get his ten miles in before work at nine," she uttered.
My mouth twitched.
"So no, I'm not worried about anyone seeing me. Old people can't see in the first place, and there are no lights on in their houses for me to be worried about them being up at four in the morning."
She just shook her head and started waddling awkwardly to the bathroom.
I grinned at her retreating back the entire way.
***
The next morning, I rose with the birds, after two hours of sleep, to find the house full of people.
I could hear them all talking in the living room, not trying to be quiet in the least.
That didn't bother me, though.
It was ten in the morning.
They didn't know that I'd driven to Kilgore from Alabama on less than an hour of sleep. They didn't know that I'd nearly wrecked my motorcycle yesterday on the way over here.
Though, that likely had to do with the motorcycle that had cut me off on the interstate.
I'd had the privilege of staring at his silver fucking ponytail on and off the entire way.
He'd actually taken the exit to Naomi's house, while I'd had to go to my friend Jack's place to get directions to Naomi's and shake his hand for helping me get the information on her so fast.
Slipping into my jeans from last night and the same black t-shirt that had more than a little road dust on it, I made my way out Naomi's door to find the entire population of Kilgore standing in the kitchen.
It didn't surprise me to find the cool eyed stare of Drew, Naomi's best friend's husband, directly on me the moment I came out of the room. Nor the eyes of her mother, best friend, and another man I didn't know.
The only one not looking at me was Naomi, who was busy turning bacon over on a large skillet in the corner of the kitchen.
Her friend was on one side of her, and the large man whose name I didn't know was on the other.
I nodded my head at Drew, thankful that Jack had supplied me with photos of the best friend and her husband so I'd have an idea of who everyone was before I arrived.
Now, as I stared at the fiercely protective eyes of the older man, I realized that Naomi had a true ally on her side.
"Sean," I held out my hand.
It took the other man a moment to take it, but eventually he did.
"You hurt her."
I did.
"I made her all better," I supplied.
His eyes narrowed.
"She's had enough jerking of her chain. If you're not serious, you need to leave now before she becomes attached."
I crossed my arms over my chest and stared at the man unblinkingly.
"Sean, do you want four eggs like usual?"
I looked up then, found Naomi's eyes on me, and nodded my head. "Yeah, that'd be great."
She grinned at me and turned around to grab eggs.
"Take a seat," Drew ordered.