BR - Cold Feet Part 5

You have to be a little impressed with how quickly Beth recovers, given the intensity of what happened. One moment you’re beside her, savoring the view and the next she’s shoving you onto your back in the wet spot and clambering on top.

She doesn’t ride you hard. Neither of you is at full strength. But she doesn’t have to; she’s still sensitive. It’s a good thing that you already came so much, because otherwise you wouldn’t be able to last through Beth’s cascade of multiples. Her pussy ripples and squeezes with a life of its own, almost like a mouth as she hits little climax after climax with jerky movements from her hips.

Edna’s shift feels silky over Beth’s warm, sweaty skin as you hold onto her waist for as long as you can before you moan and arch your back, mouth wide open as you feel yourself shooting raggedly inside her.

When she finally climbs off, she curls up beside you, peering over her knees at you with that weird light in her eyes that she sometimes gets after good sex. You move closer to hold her, and also to get yourself off her absurd wet patch. She doesn’t exactly purr, but you can feel the satisfaction in her heavy breaths.

The light is on. All the covers are off the bed. You can both still totally go to sleep like this. Beth’s eyelids start to droop.

Then they pop open.

“Fuck,” she mutters.

“Hmm?” you ask, planting a half-asleep smooch in her damp hair.

“I’ve forgot my birth control,” she mutters.

“Hmm?” That wakes you up. “It’s all right. I told you. I haven’t had the operation.” Your doctor told you that your ejaculate isn’t viable. There’s an operation that can change that, but you never did it, of course.

“Not that, love.” She points a finger lazily at her head. “I’ll be a madman without it.”

“Oh. Right.” You have never been on birth control because your hormones were never too crazy and you honestly didn’t plan on having unprotected sex with men. But Kayla has taught you that it’s important not to miss birth control doses. You lie there for a moment.

Beth looks at you adoringly. Oh. You get it. She doesn’t want to move, and you’re just a few houses down from hers.

“Right.” You kiss her head again and sit up with a sigh. “I’ll get it.”

“Love you,” she murmurs, trying not to laugh. “Can you give me a cover?”

“Of course.” Trying not to laugh, you climb off the bed and stretch.

“Oooh la la,” Beth says, watching you.

You snort and put the covers over her, then get dressed.