He cums in your hand

Both of you are feeling hot after your recent experience on the dance floor, and within moments are struggling to keep your moaning down to a discreet volume. Your bodies use one another for balance as each tries to bring the other to orgasm.

Your hand is now wrapped firmly around his throbbing cock inside his jeans, forcefully stroking it up and down, your fingers feeling his balls as you pull your hand down the full length before letting it push up, gathering the skin around its head as fingers encircle that as well. Each stroke seems to create more precum, and this simply assists you as it spreads between your frantic fingers.

Under your skirt, his hand is equally as active, your thong pushed aside long ago. With his hand curled around your body, he has his middle finger rammed inside you, and flicking back and forth so that it runs around your tight opening. The two fingers around the middle digit are both rubbing along the lips of your pussy, brushing over sensitive nerve endings, and whilst all this is happening, he is also somehow able to work his thumb over your clit.

Your knees are almost collapsing beneath you as your body quickly returns to the intensity of where you were on the dance floor, only now you do not have an audience, or at least one you are so aware of.

His mouth on yours has stopped kissing, although you have kept your lips pressing together, moaning into one another’s mouths. It is these moans that let you know what is about to happen, as his soft moans turn into a series of guttural grunts, and as your hand continues its movements inside his jeans, his body leant against yours jolts, his bucking hips almost knocking you backwards. The moment his hand stops moving between your thighs you know he is almost there.

You tighten your hand as you feel his shaft pump, making him wait that moment longer, and then the moment your grip relaxes, you feel his hot seed as it is pumped out of the slit, straight into his boxers, the wetness spreading quickly over the material. As his cock pumps again, you feel cum run down over your still wanking hand, using it as a lube to assist your actions.

At your mouth, his moans are much louder, and you press your tongue between his lips to quieten him. As you do his cock releases one last stream of fluid before you feel the shaft relax again, spent for now. Slowly you withdraw your hand, wiping the excess cum that is around your fingers on the inside of his boxers.

As you move your hand to your mouth to lick your fingers clean, he pulls his hand free from your skirt, seemingly too exhausted now to continue, and suddenly very aware of the surroundings again.

“Em, wow” he manages to say after a few failed attempts at words.

“You’re welcome” you grin at him, “and now…”