Rayanne

I looked around the apartment. Bea had leaned the recliner back and was still trying to get herself off. Crystal was standing in the kitchen, drinking coffee and moving her hand under her skirt. Rayanne was still at the table, on her phone, but I could see her arm was moving under the table, out of sight. “Rayanne,” I said, loud enough for her to hear. She dutifully stood up and headed my direction. As she rounded the couch, she tossed her shorts on the floor next to me. I watched her small, tight ass swivel around as she moved into her chosen position. I couldn't resist putting my hand on those smooth curves as they passed by.

Rayanne reclined on the couch, then shuffled about until she was on her side, facing out. Lying on her right side, she extended her right leg along the couch cushions and raised her left leg enough to give me room to scoot in. I took hold of my member and pointed it towards my goal, scooting forward with one knee on the couch and one foot on the floor. It took a little work to get my head past her folds and through the gate of her entrance. She was still tight to me. But once we were connected, I only needed to let my weight fall forward, and that was sufficient for me to sink all the way down into her. As I burrowed down, Rayanne breathed in loudly and then held her breath a moment. Once I was buried to the root inside her, I held still until Rayanne released her breath and relaxed.

I had to move one leg away from her a bit so that she could continued to use her fingers the way she wanted to, but other than that, we were nicely positioned for me to drive myself into her at whatever speed, depth, and **** I desired. I tried to pay attention to Rayanne's reactions until I found a pattern that seemed to suit her. It was fairly slow thrusting, as deep as I could go, moving just hard enough to part her walls without pausing.

The hand that Rayanne wasn't using on her love button was behind her head, pushing against the arm rest of the couch so that my thrusts didn't bang her against it. Her upper body was still covered in a bra and t-shirt, but I still reached down and felt the bare skin of her flat belly. Rayanne's body was nice, but what I really loved about her physical features was her face. Especially her eyes and the faint freckles along the bridge of her nose and her upper cheeks. If she hadn't been keeping her eyes closed the whole time, if I was able to get lost in those eyes, I might not have had a chance to last until she came.

But I did indeed last, and with almost no warning, Rayanne's hands sped up and her other hand quickly moved to grip one of my butt cheeks to stop me from thrusting. A moan crescendoed until her face scrunched up in pained anticipation. She took another deep breath and held it as her fingers worked frantically at the spot where our bodies became one. Suddenly, her hand stopped rubbing and instead gripped the wrist of my hand that was massaging her pale thigh. Looking up at me with unfeigned seriousness, she croaked, “Condoms, I guess.”

I felt her walls fluttering all up and down my length as I held still. Rayanne kept a tight grip on my wrist and bottom, ensuring I didn't try to disengage at all while she rode out this wave of pleasure. As if I would even consider pulling out! As the last rounds of her twitching began to fade, Rayanne released my wrist and put her hand gently on her own mound, her expression thoughtful. She was imagining having my baby, an idea that could well become reality. As I imagined the same thing, even while looking down on the woman who would continue taking my seed as if her future depended on it (because it did), I felt the slightest tingle of my own release asking to be indulged.

“Later,” I whispered aloud to myself.

“Later,” Rayanne replied, misunderstanding my meaning and taking it as a farewell. She slipped into her panties and shorts and grabbed the one small bag she had brought. I heard her close the door, my eyes closed in weariness and in the web of thoughts about the future of my relationship with these women. I heard a whimper a few feet away Bea was **** to cum. But she wasn't next. “Crystal,” I said aloud.