Cupid’s Mistake - love making of two lovers who will never meet

We wandered the many halls in Aphrodite’s palace. I slinked my hand into her own as we walked, which seemed to bring her joy. She smiled up at me with those beautiful eyes. I found something in them that I’d never found in anyone else before; a strong sense of longing that made me wish this singular moment of connection would never end.

Unfortunately, it needed to end as we had stumbled into what appeared to be a bedroom.

Fortunately, that meant it was time to have each other.

The moment we opened the door and I was certain that it was a bedroom, I whipped Autumn around and pressed my lips to hers, pulling her close. She returned the sentiment with an animalistic hunger, quickly forcing her tongue into my mouth. She jumped up and wrapped her legs around my waste. Luckily, she was light so I didn’t fall. My hands fell to her ass first for the stability of our position, but it quickly turned into me fondling her. Her ass was perfection; the perfect mix of firm and soft, like the most perfect pillows I’d ever touched.

I stumbled my way towards the bed and fell onto it backwards (as not to crush Autumn). Our hands scrambled to touch each other all over, but our lips refused to part. She tore apart my shirt (guess I wouldn’t get to keep it anyway, eh?) as I fumbled with her dress. Her giggle vibrated into my lips and she took over for me, expertly undoing the minuscule clips that held her dress up.

Finally, lip contact was broken. We both took heavy breaths and looked into each other’s eyes. She sat up on my lap and pulled her dress over her head. She did it with no flair for the dramatic, but I still felt like I saw it in slow motion. Autumn’s figure was perfection; I appreciated her curves, but I appreciated the smaller details as well. A dot-sized mole near her waist held my attention for far longer than it reasonably should, for instance. It just looked like someone tapped her with a pen, but it was strangely enamoring to me. Not in a fetishistic way, mind you; I was just genuinely in love with every bit of this woman.

Autumn’s dress didn’t have underwear underneath, so she was now nude. She seemed keen to have me the same way and she immediately began undoing my pants. I helped, pulling them down after she dealt with the zipper.

Autumn propped herself up and aligned my length with her entrance.

“What, no foreplay?” I asked. “I feel like I’m actually kind of good at eating p-“

“Shhh… stop talking. One, I’m sooo ready. Two, I don’t know how much longer we have here, and I’ll be damned if I don’t fuck you. So, if you don’t mind: shut up and fuck me.” Autumn flashed a devilish grin before impaling herself, taking all of me at once.

We gasped together. I’d never had any problems with prematurely finishing, but I genuinely had to hold back and steel myself for a moment. She was so hot, so tight… I bit my tongue to distract myself.

Unfortunately, Autumn recovered soon after the initial insertion. She lifted herself up, and slammed herself back down with a resounding slap. A guttural groan on the third go and she was finding her rhythm.

I grabbed her face and pulled it to my own. I needed to taste her again. Autumn must have felt the same way, because she returned my passion. She moaned into my lips as she rode me.

This went on for a while until I felt like I was going to cum. Autumn seemed to be enjoying herself, but she hadn’t cum yet. I knew that if I was going to get her to finish before me, I needed to take control.

Never taking myself out of her or breaking our lips, I lifted the two of us up and flipped over, putting Autumn on her back and me on top. She gave a surprised noise, but no complaints.

With my new leverage, I was able to pace myself from finishing too soon. Whenever I felt like I was going to cum, I’d slow down to regain some composure.

The noises Autumn had started making let me know that I didn’t have to hold out much longer (which was good, because even with my technique o was teetering on the edge). I gave her ever bit of me I could, finally breaking our kiss for only the second time so I could properly fuck her.

“Yes; fuck; oh, God; I’m… I’m gonna…!” Autumn stammered, grabbing the sheets around her.

I would have let her know that I was there too, but I genuinely couldn’t form the words ‘I’m cumming’.

I felt like I saw white as I came, Autumn shaking and squeezing me as she did the same. She didn’t scream, but her voice broke as she mumbled something or other and tensed her entire core.

With a shaky breath, I pulled out of her.

Autumn panted and looked down at our mess. “I hope I can’t get pregnant in dream-land.” She chuckled.

I laughed with her and plopped myself on the bed next to her.

From here, we talked. We had some final words to say to each other before this ended. This is, again, something I’ll keep between us.