Mindy gets it

“Mindy,” I said, hoping she was ready. I heard light footsteps hurrying towards me. Mindy was still in her towel and had her clothes in hand. “Go get some wipes to clean me off,” I instructed her. She ran off and I heard her looking through bathroom cabinets. Less than a minute later she was handing me wipes so I could thoroughly clean off my cock before continuing. Mindy was setting her clothes out in preparation as I finished. “OK,” I told her, “Go ahead.”

Dropping the towel, she got on her back on the couch and invited me on top of her. Since she was fully naked, I took off my shirt to join her. Mindy hadn't been preparing herself, so my entry was a little slow. Once I was all the way inside her, I held still as we both adjusted. Mindy's arms wrapped around me, one hand pulling my head closer for a deep kiss. We made out like that for a while, skin on skin, hips barely moving, air flowing through our noses because our lips were locked together. Mindy was, I discovered, a very good kisser.

Eventually, she seemed aroused enough for me to begin moving without causing her discomfort. With each thrust forward, Mindy's legs moved up, then went down as I withdrew. I looked at the clock – 6:47. She had to be out the door in 13 minutes.

“How can I help you cum?” I whispered in her ear.

Mindy moaned and whispered back, “Just keep doing that. I've been on edge since I woke up. I've been holding back ever since you entered me. I don't want this to end.”

“Sooner or later it has to end,” I said. “Don't you need to leave soon?”

Mindy groaned in frustration. “What time is it?”

“Almost ten till.”

“Then just keep doing this,” she said. “Fuck me deep and let me hold you.”

With no more conversation necessary, our tongues went back to what they had been doing – mirroring the constant penetration going on below.

After a few more minutes, I knew we had to wrap things up. “I'm close,” I warned her.

“OK,” she whispered. “Just... give me a minute to finish, then you can pull out.”

Mindy's movements became less passive. Pushing her hips up against me, she took my ass in her hands and grunted her way towards her peak. When her back arched and her head turned upwards, I moved my mouth to her breasts, teasing her distinct pink nipples that were firm against my lips. Mindy gripped the back of my head and pushed it harder down, forcing me to wrap my mouth around her whole breast. But at her moment of release, she painfully yanked my head up by my hair until I was making eye contact with her. Her mouth opened in a silent cry and her abdomen clenched up, curling her body forward. “Condoms,” she choked out. I was surprised how many of the women so far only used condoms to protect themselves. That meant the weekend had been riskier (and therefore more exciting) than I had even thought. Considering that I might be impregnating Mindy in this very moment, I felt a certain protective ownership of her. I lunged forward until I could cradle her whole body in my arms.

As Mindy squirmed in my embrace, confused by the flood of pleasure and sudden revelation, I accelerated my own release. It was surely less than a minute away. Mindy watched my face until she finished shaking, and she could tell I was about to finish.

“Remember to pull out,” she cautioned.

“I'm gonna go until you pull away,” I told her. It was carefully worded. She was commanded in her letter to not leave until I finished inside her, but she had no memory of that. If I gave her anything that could be construed as a command, even a conditional “Pull off if you don't want me to cum in you,” she might be able to back out. But wording it the way I did, she would believe she had the ability and responsibility to disengage, but she would not do it.

I was so glad Mindy had chosen this position. I loved the mixed feelings of intimacy and power that the missionary position afforded. I was over her, dominant, driving down into her, forcing her to prepare for my seed. At the same time, I hovered over her, protected her, faced her fully. She was exposed to me in every way, I was connected to her as deeply as possible.

And now, with my arms holding her close, I told her, “I'm gonna cum.” Mindy whimpered and stiffened in my arms, but she made no move to pull away. “Last chance,” I warned her, my voice straining. When she remained in place, I slowed down and tenderly kissed her again. Mindy moaned into my mouth and kissed me back. With our lips together, I lunged forward into her with greater **** than before, making my intentions clear and my completion inevitable.

Mindy cried out into my mouth, her pointless objections muffled by our locked lips. With my final thrust to get me over the edge, I moved both hands down to her tiny bottom, gripping it fully and pulling her towards me. As I drove as deep as possible into her little frame, I started firing my release at the door to her uterus. I kissed her savagely, Mindy's cries leaking out when I took a deep breath. Firmly I pressed down, **** to seal myself into her. To make myself a part of her. To make her feel every bit of me.

I held us together until the very last twitch of my member in her depths. Then I gently withdrew and let he go. Mindy scrambled up, grabbing wipes in the process. “Jeez,” she complained. “It's so deep it probably won't get out until I'm sitting in class.” But yet she dabbed at some that was already leaking down. With a sigh of resignation, she got dressed, grabbed her bags, and headed out right at 7:00.

I stretched out on the couch, still naked, and dozed off until I heard someone's phone alarm going off at 7:15. Round two would begin in less than a half hour.