Just pull out before you cum

It surprised you that he had the gall to ask that. Of course he couldn't--of course he shouldn't. You looked into his eyes, and realized, however briefly, that Alex no longer saw you as his friend, not entirely, anyways.

You were his woman.

Looking off to the side, you whisper, "Just don't finish inside me, dude."

You barely finished your sentence before Alex drew back and smashed into your pussy again. The feeling was dizzying. For a moment, you saw stars. You thought he would fuck you hard and quick, but that didn't happen. Instead, he was intentional with his thrusts. They were slow, methodical. Somewhere, you thought, This is what he does when he's making love to someone.

He leaned into kiss you but you put a finger on his lips. You didn't want to be kissed just then. Because you knew that if he kissed you now, then you really would be his woman. You would be Jane. He didn't argue, but rather, he sucked on your neck, hard enough that you knew that he'd leave a hicky.

"I'm going to cum," he grunts into your ear.

By this point, you had already had several mini orgasms and could feel a big one coming.

"Not yet, not yet," you plead with him.

"Dude, I can't--I'm going to nut."