Making Love

The first thing you did was slide off your pants and underwear, your cock springing up to full attention. Then you sat on the bed and pulled Gemma to you so she was sitting with her bra-clad tits to your chest, her legs raised over your hips and resting behind you on the bed.

The two of you made out slowly. You let your hands roam from her hips to her sides and back, then up to her neck and into her blonde hair. She kept one hand on your cock, pressed between the two of you, slowly sliding her fingers around the head and down the shaft, while her other hand hung onto the back of your neck, keeping your lips pressed to hers.

It was intimate and warm, and you enjoyed every moment of it. Feeling close to her.

Gemma’s fingers ended up coated in precum as all the sexual activity and teasing came to a head. Then without a word between the two of you, Gemma broke the kiss and raised her hips up, positioning you at her entrance, and sat down onto your cock slowly. She whimpered twice, your eyes locked with hers, slowing her descent as her pussy hugged and squeezed you and stretched to accommodate.

Then she settled down, even closer than before, and you kissed her again. The kisses were lighter. Tender. Neither of you wanted to stop, but you also wanted to enjoy the feeling of you inside her for the first time.

“I love you,” you whispered to Gemma.

“John,” Gemma replied, softly and with a hint of worry.

“Shhh,” you hushed her. “I know. But I want to make a deal with you. Love is a big word, but I want to use it as shorthand. So for this summer, can the word ‘love’ just be code for ‘I find you utterly attractive, enjoy every moment I’m with you, and have a big romantic crush on you even though our situation is weird and we have a time limit?’”

She looked into your eyes, hers big and starting to brim with tears, and she nodded and then kissed you. As she did her hips circled slowly, stirring you inside of her. “I love you, too, love,” she said when she pulled back from the kiss.

“Now you’re using it wrong,” you smiled, hugging her to you.

“It’s all about the context,” she whispered back.

You held each other for a bit, her rotating her hips and you with your hands on her ass to help while she clung her arms around your neck.

Your orgasm came on suddenly - one moment you were feeling good, revelling in the warmth of her. The next you felt the tight surge.

“Fuck,” you said. “Gemma, I’m going to-”

“Shh,” she hushed you. Gemma kissed you again, her tongue sliding between your lips as she kept up the slow rotation of her hips.

“Condom,” you murmured into her lips, reminding her that you didn’t have one on.

She just kept grinding on you.

And there was nothing you could do. You came.

The orgasm rolled through you, and you felt every inch of your hot cum roll up through your cock and blast into Gemma’s pussy. The first one sent her cunt into its own tensing spasm, and the two of you came together, holding each other close as you sat on her bed. You weren’t sure when the kiss stopped, but you both rode the waves of your orgasms, her nose pressed up against the side of yours as your lips just barely touched, your breath mingling between you.

You dumped five heavy spurts into her. You were worried she was going to regret it, that her fears would rise up. But she surprised you. Instead of disengaging, of needing to have a conversation, she started to roll the both of you over without you disengaging from her. Soon, after going to your sides first, you were over top of her with Gemma on her back, and you were still hard inside of her in the missionary position.

“Can you keep going?” she asked you, reaching up and holding your cheeks.

“Looks like it,” you smiled, sliding slowly through her messy cunt.

She pulled you down and kissed you, and you began to thrust into her at a lazy but determined pace.

“I love you, too,” Gemma said.

“I didn’t say it that time,” you reminded her.

“Yes you did,” she said. “You said it with your eyes. And a little with your cock.”

You sighed a laugh and kissed her again.

She hugged you down onto her, and the two of you pressed as much of you against each other as you could. Gemma wrapped one of her legs around your hip as you continued to slowly fuck her and made out.

“Not quite what you promised me,” she whispered with a smile in your ear.

“Hmm?” you asked. “We aren’t done yet.”

“No. That one time you told me our first time together you would start by laying me down and prone boning me because you wanted to feel as much of me against you as you could. I think I masturbated to that a half dozen times.”

You chuckled. “I wish I could have seen that.”

“Maybe some other time,” she said. “But only if you jerk off with me.”

“Mutual masturbation, huh?” you asked.

“I’ve never had a guy willing to do that,” she said, biting her lip.

“I’ll gladly jerk off with you, love,” you said with a smile.

“Such a romantic,” she said dramatically, and then kissed you again.

“To be fair,” you continued after the kiss. “When I promised the prone bone you were still maintaining that you only did it in that gorgeous butt of yours.”

“Fair. And I did love how we actually started. And this.”

You continued the slow thrust, and Gemma started to show signs of working towards another orgasm. You kissed your way down her throat. “I want to leave a hickey on you,” you said.

“Don’t,” she gasped.

“I know, I won’t,” you said. “I just want you to know that I want to.”

“God you turn me on, John,” Gemma gasped.

“Gemma, I’m going to come again soon,” you told her.

“Whenever you want, love,” she said.

“What about you? You’re close,” you said.

She nodded.

“How close?”

Gemma closed her eyes and started to orgasm, and this time you followed her into it as her interior walls bore down on you, and you came into that writhing, squeezing pussy of hers again.

As you came down from it, you lifted yourself off of Gemma and slid to the side, still partially laying on top of her but letting the bed take your weight.

“God. Fucking. Damn,” Gemma sighed. “When I picked you making love to me, I didn’t realize I’d fall in love with you the first time.”

“I wasn’t expecting it either,” you said. “But you slipped that one time, and then started calling me ‘love’ and I liked it. I’m happy you love me.”

“I’m happy you love me too,” Gemma said. “Every part of the codeword is true.”

You both laid there for a long moment, and then Gemma’s eyes snapped open. “Oh, crap,” she said. “That’s not something I’m used to.”

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