She reaches for herself

Her hand shot between her thighs, pushing through her closed thighs. Her fingers found the slippery nub of her clit, hidden at the top of her slit. They moved with frantic urgency and her whole body jumped.

“That’s it,” I said. “Come on, baby. Show me how much you love my cock.”

Her hips bucked, as her hand started moving faster. Her thighs began to shake, but they stayed clamped together. She let out a broken sob as the orgasm hit her hard, stealing her voice and breath.

Her walls clenched tight around me, rippling and pulsing as she came, making back arch off the desk. Her heels were digging into my shoulders as if trying to drag me even deeper.

I barely held on through her climax from the way she clenched around me, sending shocks through my spine. She was still trembling and panting, and her fingers had gone slack between her legs when my orgasm hit me.

My grip tightened, and I drove my hips forward one last time with a ragged moan. “F-fuck, I’m–”

She had to have felt it. The sudden warmth inside her, as my thick cum sprayed deep inside. Her eyes flew open, head snapping up as realization hit.

“Oh my god– no–” she gasped, pushing at my chest with her legs, and her hand now pressing at my stomach.

I stumbled back a half step, but not until after the first few spurts had already found their mark at her cervix. Still mid-orgasm, her pushing broke my rhythm and unseated me. My cock was pulsing in the open air now, causing instinct to take over.

My hand wrapped around myself, tight and urgent, stroking with a need to get the rest out.

The first spurt hit the back of her thighs, hot and thick. She gasped at the sensation but didn’t pull away, just parted her knees wide in reflex, but her ankles still bound together by her panties.

Another rope followed, landing just above her mound, slick and warm, streaking across the smooth skin. I kept my grip, coaxing out every last pulse, as I watched the final drops spill over her, mixing with what her own fluids already there.

Her pussy was already glistening from before, and now the whole area gleamed. She’d shaved herself clean of any hair, and the skin was now flushed a dark pink, smeared with the both of us.

She looked down at the mess I’d made, dazed and breathless, her legs now resting loosely against me with just enough strength to keep them from falling.

“Jesus,” she whispered, barely loud enough for me to hear. “You really couldn’t help yourself, could you?”

I gave myself one final stroke and a flick in her direction, causing a few stray flecks to arc from the tip, landing across her lower abdomen, just above her mound, and a drop or two managed to land on her skirt.

She flinched, gasping as they hit her skin. “Hey,” she said, half-laughing, half-scolding. “That’s not very nice, considering what I just let you do.”

My grin was sheepish. “Sorry. Reflex.”

“Mmhmm.” Her eyes drifted down again. Her fingers slid slowly to her skin, tracing through the scattered ribbons and drips, dragging them across herself in lazy patterns. Her touch was light, almost curious, as she smeared my cum over the soft, flushed surface of her mound and lips.

“You’ve got some nerve,” she murmured, not looking at me. “Good thing that cock put me in a forgiving mood.”

I couldn’t stop staring.

As her fingers played in my remains that covered her, some of what had made it inside began to drip from the bottom of her slit. Easing out of her stretched entrance, it slid from between her folds, thick and slow as it eased down towards her cute butt. My breath caught.

She followed my gaze, then looked down, becoming aware of the feel as my seed oozed out of her.

Without a word, she reached between her thighs, dipping her fingers to catch it. She scraped from her tightly clamped rosebud, up, scooping the warm mess. She lifted it, watching it stretch in strings between her fingertips, translucent and glistening. Her expression changed thoughtfully.

Then, slowly, her hand lowered again and she rubbed it over her clit. Her body twitched at the contact.

“Oh my god,” she breathed, her voice taking a more serious tone again. “You really came inside me,” she muttered sounding displeased. Then her eyes lifted to me. “Without me saying you could.”

My heart stuttered. “I– I know, I’m sorry– fuck, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to–”

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