Let him cum his pants

You decide that the amount of time it would take for him to pull it out would ruin the moment. "Cum. Cum for me, baby," you moan and then kiss him. He explodes. You can feel his cock beating against the outline of your quivering labia. It feels magnificent. Your only regret was that it was not inside you. You spasm beneath him, your hips tensing as your own orgasm continued to rock through you for a solid minute.

Afterwards, he just laid on top of you. You were both exhausted. His cock was still hard and throbbing, still pressed against your aching pussy, but it was slowly calming down. Both of your breaths were short. You were still kissing. Neither of your seemed to want to break the kiss. Frankly, you felt better than you ever had before.

He pulled away and looked into your eyes. You knew then that he felt the same. It made you melt. You just wanted him to lay there with you forever. It did not help that small little aftershocks of pleasure continued to jolt your body. "This was great," he said, stroking your cheek. "Yeah," you replied softly.

Then you remembered. You had a boyfriend. He was drunk and passed out up stairs, but he was your boyfriend. And you loved him. Didn't you? This would kill him. You had just betrayed him. "You were great," the guy on top of you added, interrupting your thoughts briefly. "My name is Luke, by the way," he said.

You wanted so badly to tell him your name. You wanted to just say, 'I'm John' and see where it would take you. But when you opened your mouth, all that came out was, "I have a boyfriend." Your eyes were wide. You shocked yourself a little for saying it.