And that’s fine by me, because with every touch, all of my worries melt away until there is nothing but her beautiful head bobbing up and down on my cock.
My hands go to her head, and even though I’m okay with the concept of her taking me slowly, my body starts to demand on its own. My hips thrust upward, trying to urge her faster…maybe a little bit harder…definitely deeper.
Instead, Kate pulls off of me, licking her swollen lips while her eyes rise to mine.
God, she’s so beautiful. Sweet and beautiful and way too good for the likes of me.
She turns away from me slightly and grabs the condom. She fumbles with it for just a minute, because I normally do this, but she finally gets it open. With determination, she takes it out and carefully rolls it over my swollen shaft, gently smoothing it down and squeezing me when she’s finished.
And even though I know what’s coming next…even though I’ve fantasized about her riding me a zillion times, I’m still not quite ready for it when she straddles me.
Our eyes lock, my breath catches and I hold it tight with anticipation. She rises up and then takes me in hand, holding me straight so she can drop down onto me.
And fuck…that first inch into her and my eyes roll into the back of my head, I get dizzy with lust, and my hands clamp onto her hips with an insane need to slam her down on me.
I don’t, though. I can feel my pulse pounding, every muscle in my body clenched and my lungs screaming for me to take a revitalizing breath in, but I wait.
I wait, and it’s with good reward. Kate’s head falls back and her long hair brushes my thighs…it’s like I can feel every strand against my skin, and then she pushes all the way down onto me.
“Kate,” I groan out reverently, the feel of her body enveloping me so tightly. My fingers dig deep into her hips and I know that will leave marks on her skin.
“Shhh,” she says with gentleness as she rotates her hips slowly. “Try to relax, baby.”
Not a fucking chance.
Most beautiful girl ever sitting on my cock and I’m about ready to explode. Giving me everything I need right in this moment without expecting a fucking thing back from me.
I so don’t deserve this, but I am so going to take it.
Kate starts a steady rhythm, lifting up and sinking back down on me. It’s not going to take me long…I’m too pent-up with frustration. I need release too much.
But I don’t want to leave her behind, so I slide one hand over her lower stomach, spread my fingers wide, and press my thumb down on her clit. She gasps and shudders, coming to a faltering stop for a moment, but when she realizes that every stroke she gives me will give her an equal one in return, she resumes her motions.
But they’re not as lazy now. She picks up the speed, leaning forward a bit and putting her hands on my chest for leverage. Her breasts sway beautifully and I’d be mesmerized by them if it wasn’t for the needful look in her eyes.
Her breathing quickens, as does mine.
Her hips move faster and I add to the mix, thrusting gently up against her.
My thumb presses against her harder and she starts a mewling noise that is fucking sexy as hell and has me about ready to burst.
And then…it happens at the same exact time. Completely by surprise, totally cataclysmic, but I start to come unexpectedly inside her just at the same time she grinds against me hard and starts to shake with her own orgasm.
My vision almost goes black…certainly blurry…as I come inside of her so hard, I’m afraid I might blow the end of the condom off. And even better…as my cock jumps inside her with every spurt I unload, I can feel her own muscles squeezing me in tandem with her own release. Our mutual orgasms are feeding on each other and it’s seemingly never-ending.
That’s it. I’m decided.
The best thing in the world is a never-ending mutual orgasm with Kate.
It’s hours—yes, hours—later, I think, that our bodies finally stop quaking. Kate is utterly exhausted and she collapses on top of me, her cheek going to my chest, and my arms wrap around her back. I listen to her breathing…feel it fanning across my chest. Her heartbeat slowing from a gallop to a trot along with mine.
She feels so damn good, and what a world it would be for me if I could have this all the time.
My heart squeezes hard with sadness as I realize I just don’t think it’s possible.
Because even as my body quiets, my conscience starts to get louder. That I have nothing permanent or long-term to offer Kate, because I sure as hell didn’t have it in me to offer it to Gina, and look how much longer I was with Gina.
I know, deep within my soul, that the best thing I could ever do for Kate is cut her loose from me. If I truly do care about her…and I know I do…I would be doing her a huge favor.