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“Stay sitting,” I say as I walk right in front of him, stepping in the space between the narrow seat and his legs, which are spread wide.
He does, but he also makes good on his promise to “get involved.” As soon as I’m close enough, he brings his thumb over the front of my panties, stroking me.
I jolt at the contact, letting out a moan. But he doesn’t stop.
“You wet for me, Goldie? My dick is hard as a rock at the sight of you.”
I gasp as he rolls his thumb over me again, and yeah—I can feel myself get wetter with his dirty talk.
“You’re so sexy. Can you take your bra off? I want to suck on those tits. I’ve missed them.”
I nod, and quickly undo the back clasp of my bra and then move to straddle him.
He leans down and slides his tongue over my nipples, right side, then left side, back and forth, all while keeping his hand on my panties.
“Like diamonds,” he says. “Yet so soft too.”
In the meantime, I can feel how rigid his cock is as well. We’ve waited so long now with his injury, and I don’t want to wait anymore…
“Johnson, I want you inside me. Now.”
He gets the memo, noting the urgency in my voice, and brings his hands away from me and to the waistband of his athletic shorts instead. Lifting his body off the bench an inch, he pulls the shorts down a few inches along with boxers, freeing his cock.
“Shit, I don’t have a condom,” he gasps out.
“It’s okay, my birth control kicked in last week.” I’d gone on the pill, and during his recovery, it’d passed the timeframe needed to start being effective. We’d both been tested earlier in October too.
“Thank fuck.” He kisses me hard on the mouth. “Move your panties to the side, Goldie, and take what you need.”
I follow his instructions, and once I’m at the right angle, sink down on him, making it about halfway down his length.
“Shit, shit, you feel so good,” he gasps out. “Never done it like this.”
With him not wearing a condom, it feels more intimate to me to feel his skin directly. I can only imagine the sensations for him.
“You’re so warm and…I don’t have words for this, Goldie.”
I wrap my arms around his neck and adjust my angle while I start moving up and down on him. Soon he’s all the way inside me. I push up and down on him again, and this time he helps by thrusting his hips to bring us closer.
The drag of his body on mine when we’re joined…oh yes, that feels incredible.
“Keep that up,” I whisper.
We keep moving, our rhythm now in sync, and he makes sure to stimulate me the same way again. Hitting just the right angle.
“I get to feel you come right on my dick, Goldie,” he says, voice raspy. “I can feel those flutters starting now.”
And he’s right, I’m close.
“I’m…” And I’m too taken by the orgasm that hits me to say anything more.
“You’re squeezing me so hard, and I fucking love it,” he groans. “I can’t hold back anymore.”
As I’m still feeling the ripples of my own pleasure, I feel his warmth shoot inside me. Knowing it’s him, the effect of his desire filling me up, prolongs the echoes of my climax, as I shudder again.
He holds me as we resettle over the next couple of minutes, pulling me tightly towards him.
As we fully come down, I feel him spilling out of me.
