Cock

Rory sipped her cocktail. She looked down her nose at Alex who waited there, the hand on his cock. He could already feel the tightness in his balls. He licked his lips as she enjoyed the moment, the tension between them. Alex knew she loved to in control like this—to have someone that she could indulge herself with.

Her eyes flicked to where he'd set the condoms, close at hand.

"We won't be needing those," she said, as she set the half-finished drink on the bedside table.

Alex's brow furrowed. He knew Rory liked to take risks sometimes, but he also knew she'd had to go off the pill—she'd had a bad reaction. Rare enough in itself, but that meant they should be extra careful.

Rory smiled as she put her hands on his shoulders and stood to straddle him, her legs outside of his legs.

"I want to feel a steaming gusher in my cunt," she told him. "So don't you dare cum until I give you permission. And whatever happens...happens..."

Her nipples, puffy little pink eraser tips on her small breasts, were so stiff that they could take an eye out. Alex himself was speechless. They'd never talked about having kids or anything like that. What it would do to her career. At the same time, he couldn't deny her anything.

Nor could he himself deny how powerful an erotic impulse came the thought that right here, right now, they could make a baby. That her little pudge a midsection could sweel and grow heavy. Her nipples would darken and grow puffier still, until they began to droop and leak thick cream. He could wake up in the middle of the night to feel her curled against him, and reach over and touch that taut, swollen abdomen.

Of course, none of that had happened yet. None of that was going to happen tonight. She shoved him back playfully as she climbed on the bed. In control. Rory knew what she wanted and knew how to get it. Her auburn hair loose, it hung down to frame her face as she slid his hard, hot meat up inside of her.

"Oh fuck, that's it," she sighed, utterly content for a moment as her buttocks pressed against his balls, the whole of his length squeezed into that impossibly tight, wet tunnel. "You don't know how much I've fucking needed this, baby."

Her hips began to gyrate in small circles. Just to feel him knock about her walls. Alex rubbed his palms against her thighs, let his fingers knead the flesh there. Glad, and not for the first time, that Rory had those wide hips, that flare of buttocks. When he was younger Alex had gone in for supermodels with the heroin chic, but now skinny girls did nothing for him. They were all so flat. Nothing at all like Rory, whose buttocks jiggled when they jogged together sometimes at morning and evenings.

Rory's hands found their way to his chest as she moved. Her fingers pinched Alex's own little nipples. Rolled them between thumb and forefinger. She liked to see them stiff. Loved how sensitive they were. Almost as sensitive as her own. Alex stared up at her as her nostrils flared and the blush slowly spread across her face, her chest. The small breasts heaved as the sexual heat built up within her body, and Alex's cock ached as he desperately held on, doing everything he could to hold off the moment of release.

They had tried edging before...and she had ribbed him, good-naturedly, whenever he would inevitably fail. Alex had always been embarrassed at his inability to last long enough to satisfy her every time. Not that he was ever unhappy to finish the job, to push his face in between her thighs and eat her out until her fingers pulled at her hair and she mewled like a hungry kitten.

Not this time though. There was a curious intensity in her eye. He could tell that Rory had something in mind, something special.

"Are you close?" She asked, and he gave her the answer she wanted.

"Yes," he panted, and it was true. He could feel the ache behind his balls, the impossible pressure. Knew too he was probably already leaking, that a few drops might already be mixed in with the slimy juices that oozed from her juicy cunt.

"Then grab your knees and press them back toward your shoulders!" she ordered, as she stood up.

He tried. It reminded him of some of the exercises they used to do in ROTC at university. Except then he wasn't naked, ass pointed toward the ceiling, body bent almost double, the cock ready to burst toward his own face...or it would, if Rory let it.

Instead, she bent it back toward the ceiling, and slipped it into her own gooey gash. Alex let out a groan as her weight settled on his, her buttocks almost ready to crush his balls. Alex watched her frig herself without restraint, fingers a blur on her clit, and there was excitement in her voice as she told him—"Do it! Do it now! Nooooaaw!"

Her whisper became a long, low howl as her body convulsed. The bed springs groaned as she bounced atop him. His back and legs ached...and Alex came. Came so hard that he almost wept. His cock jerked as it shot rope after rope into her depths, and every time she pressed down a little more came out. In utter desperation his back tried to arch, his hips tried to push his cock that little bit deeper inside of her, to let a little more out.

Until finally Rory collapsed on her side, and his cock slipped out of her.

They panted and stretched out on the bed in the afterglow...and then he felt her fingers cradle his balls. Gently, softly, just rubbing that one super-soft patch of skin on the underside. Even though he and she both knew he would be useless to come again for a little while.

"So, I've been thinking," Rory said. "We should talk about things. Us. The future."

"Marriage? Baby names? Sexual bucket list?" Alex said, his voice dead serious.

She cracked a grin. "Yes, yes, and definitely yes."

"Well," Alex said. "You do know what you want, and work to get it."

"And what I want," Rory told him. "Is you. Your cock. Your ring, your name..."

Well, there was nothing Alex could say to that except to twist himself around and plant a kiss on her stomach.

"All that I have," he promised her.

Neither of them knew if it would take tonight. If she was even in the right time during her cycle. If Alex wasn't shooting blanks. If, if, if. Yet both of them knew they would enjoy trying again and again...until they got what they both wanted.