Starfire(61)

After a minute, I said, “Do you want me to pile all the cushions from the hotel room on top of you?”

He threw his arm over me and clinched me tightly to him, his hand squeezing one breast through the robe. “My dick is big, but not big enough to fuck you through all those cushions.”

“Who said anything about fucking? I was planning to punch you repeatedly in the chest and stomach.”

He nuzzled the back of my neck. “Mmm. Dirty talk.”

“Is that a boner I feel?”

He thrust against my buttocks, the padding of our robes making whatever he was doing feel less like foreplay and more like a general mashing. He nuzzled my neck some more, his breath hot near my ear. “The offer for you to climb on top is still open.”

“I bet.”

He nuzzled my neck some more, then rolled onto his back, the thick robe still covering his turgid member.

Climb on? Oh, what the hell.

With the encouragement from his eyes, I slowly climbed onto him and stretched out completely, my legs atop his, and our hands palm to palm. He had to bend his elbows for my hands to interlock with his.

“You feel as good as you look,” he said.

“Guess my weight and you win a prize.”

He smirked. “Yeah, right! The prize is you punching me in the nuts, no matter what I say.”

“You know me so well.”

“You’re not a number, and neither am I.”

I whispered my weight, in pounds, watching his face for a reaction.

He whispered back, “What a coincidence. That’s what my dick weighs.”

Then he quickly reached down between us, adjusting his allegedly-heavy dick and parting both of our robes, so that it rose up between my legs.

I punched him gently on the shoulder, then lowered my face to his. Our smiling mouths met, and we had one of those giggle-kisses, where your lips don’t quite seal together because you’re laughing through the kiss.

He rocked his hips, and the length of him filled the space between my legs, stroking lengthwise against my pussy. We kissed deeper, our mouths connecting completely, and I started rocking my hips, grinding against him.

We still had our robes on, and for a moment, I felt like we were two teddy bears, mashing each other through our plushy stuffing.

The orgasm that had been so elusive for me was now sharp in my veins, the urgency and desperation cutting me like a knife.

I shifted up and we hesitated for all of a second before I eased down, the tip of his bare cock inside me. I started to shudder, electric all over and desperate for just one more inch. Just a few seconds more, just one more inch. I gasped as he nudged into me, and it felt as if all of my skin was coming together at one point.

At last I snapped, and I was coming, sweet relief flooding my system.

I cried out and hunched forward, rounding my back and burying my face against his shoulder. My muscles clenched and unfurled as wave after wave of ecstasy released.

I slowed, still riding the last waves.

“Oops,” I said, shifting up quickly and pulling his half-inserted cock from me, agonizing though it was.

“I didn’t come,” he said.

I did the math in my head. My period was due any day. Take it from me: the rhythm method is definitely how people get babies, but this particular oops couldn’t have happened at a better time of the month.

“I’m sure we’re fine,” I said, still somewhat breathless. “My cycle is regular, and I should have Aunt Flo on Monday. That’s probably why I’m so frisky right now. Hormones and whatnot.”

He grinned up at me. “I thought I was the one who made you feel this way.”

“You are.” I rolled to the side so I could open both of our robes fully. I rested back down with my body touching his from chest to toe. I rocked my hips, pressing against his hard cock, nestled between our bodies. “I want some more.”

He said, “Grab a condom, you insatiable mermaid.”

“I will this time, but we need more convenient birth control soon.”

He blinked up at me. “I’ve been tested for everything, in preparation for marriage.”

“Me, too, a while back. And I usually play safe, this evening the surprising exception.”

He slipped his hands around to my buttocks and squeezed the flesh. “How am I still so hard, despite this unsexy conversation?”

“You’re my stud-pony, my Lionheart.”

I scrambled off him and started hunting around for the condoms he’d mentioned. “You’re getting colder,” he said as I hunted around the pile of clothes on the floor. “Warmer,” he said as I stepped back.

We played the hotter-colder kids’ game until I found the pack. I tossed off my robe and climbed up onto the bed, where I pretended to not know where his cock was. “I roll the condom on here?” I asked as I grabbed first one of his big toes and then the other. We played the hotter-colder game for a while, and I finally found the right appendage, but only after sucking on various body parts.