Cowgirl

You need all the control you can get, given the situation. "I'll be on top." Sam opens his mouth to protest, but thinks better of it. With time, maybe you can make something out of him. But first things first. He lays down on the bed, his cock pointing straight up. You take a moment to take in the sight. You've been with strong, handsome men before, but it never gets old. It does not take long before you simply cannot hold yourself back any longer. With a last, forlorn look at the condoms, still within arm's reach, you straddle Sam's hips and sit down atop his bare dick.

For a few seconds, you tease Sam and yourself by merely rubbing against him, but despite the danger, you cannot help yourself. You lift yourself up, aim him carefully, and slowly lower yourself back down. It's been four days since your last fuck. Four. Days. Fucking exams. Relishing the feeling of sating your needs, and with such a fine specimen, no less, you begin moving your hips back and forth. Sam grabs hold of your hips, pulling you against him more forcefully. "Fuck, babe, you feel so good. And no damn rubber to ruin it, either." Damn, it's going to take a lot of work to teach this one some manners. Instead of responding with words, though, you just close your eyes and focus on the thick shaft stirring up your insides.

Time passes. Minutes? Hours? It's lost on you. All there is is you swiveling your hips up, down, left, right, forwards, backwards, and Sam pushing up to meet you half way. All there is are your ever increasing moans. But Sam's hands are still idle on your ass. Getting greedy, you decide that that's not good enough. You need more! But, what exactly do you need?