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Emma moved on the bed, pushing her self against the head of Ian's cock. The tip started to enter her, spreading her hole and sliding in easily from her own slickness. Ian seemed to be having an internal conflict as well, wanting to be responsible but now unable to deny what he was feeling.

With no more discussion, Emma moved a little more, then Ian met her movement by pushing the rest of his length inside of her. Emma let her breath out in a slow, hoarse moan. Ian inside of her felt so right, and the fact that he was unprotected added just enough of a forbidden thrill, that Emma knew she wasn't going to be able to stop him even if she came to her senses.

Ian must have given up on his struggles too. He was steadily moving his hips now, pushing and pulling his member in and out of her. Emma grabbed him by the shoulders and wrapped her legs around him. She wanted all of him inside of her.

The two made love like that for a good while. Ian was no marathon man, but Emma was impressed by his staying power. She had a feeling that she was going to cum soon. Ian started hammering away at Emma's box now, though Emma didn't know if he was trying to cum or bring hers on.

She tightened up with her vaginal muscles, gripping Ian as he pounded her. She was getting closer. So was Ian. "I'm going to cum." He warned.

Emma clenched her jaw and rode out the rapid thrusting, her climax was almost there. "Keep going." She urged.

"Should I pull out?" Ian asked, running out of breath and about to lose control.

"Don't stop!" Emma screamed, then her pussy went into convulsions. The blonde thrashed around under Ian's naked body as she came hard.

Ian couldn't hold it any longer and he sagged against Emma's writhing form, ropes of cum shooting from him, into Emma's hole.

Ian rolled off of her, and laid there motionless, catching his breath. "Holy shit, Emma."

Emma sighed, peacefully, basking in the aftermath. "Not bad yourself, Ian."

Ian sat up a bit and looked at her, suddenly serious. "You're on the pill right? I mean that was great, super sexy, but-" He trailed off, looking worried.

"Shh," Emma said, placing a hand on his shoulder. "We should be safe."

Ian cocked an eyebrow at the word should, but let it go.

After a bit of cuddling, and joking around. The two got dressed and Ian ran Emma back home. They kissed goodbye, hugged, then kissed more. Then they made plans to get together again.

Emma made her way to the house. Happy, and more than a little turned on by the last of Ian's deposit leaking out of her, Emma headed inside.