SOL - Let her in

“Can I come in?” she asks grumpily.

“OK,” you say, closing the door behind her.

She looks up at you for a moment, her hands on her hips.

“You don’t want me to leave?” she asks finally, as though you have done something that pissed her off.

“No,” you say. You’re about to ask if she’s OK, but she grabs your face and pulls you down for a kiss. She’s not great at being forceful, but you aren’t complaining. There’s a momentary flash of something like honor in your mind, but then that’s gone. You kiss her back passionately, wrapping your arms around her slim body and drawing her to your much stronger one. She likes that, but she quickly fights you off and pushes you to the bed, then onto it. She climbs on over you, sealing your mouth with another kiss.

All business, she runs her hand down your chest, into your gym shorts, and grabs your rapidly hardening cock. She pulls it out as she forces her tongue into your mouth angrily, jerking on it hard.

She breaks the kiss long enough to give you a look.

“I’m sorry, OK? I’m sorry that you got in trouble because of me,” she says.

You have no reply to that. You didn’t get in trouble because of her, you got in trouble because of you, but you are breathless and turned on and there’s a soft, perfect hand pulling skillfully on your cock. You aren’t about to have this discussion now.

So you just try to bring her in to lock lips again, but she’s not having it. She climbs onto you, pulling the crotch of her briefs aside fiercely. She doesn’t care about stretching them, only about sinking onto your erection.

She leans back, closing her eyes and looking up as she takes over, and your panting is louder than hers. The bed squeaks from how firmly she shoves her hips onto you. Her erection is trapped in her briefs and you take one hand off her waist to press your palm against it. She groans, rocking her hips toward you and gritting her teeth.

You slide your other hand over her hip and to her ass, slipping your fingers into her briefs to squeeze her flesh. She likes that. Her breathing grows increasingly ragged, but she keeps her rhythm steady until she leans forward, her face screwed up in a look of agony. Her lower body tenses and a dark stain appears in her briefs as she bursts inside them.

Gasping, she sits there with you still inside her, her hands on your shoulders to support herself until she finally looks down at your face. Her walls shudder around you.

“Thanks,” she says finally, not meeting your eyes. “I needed that.”