Pull out your cock

With a slow, rhythmic movement, you reached for your belt and freed your cock, the heavy thrum of your pulse echoing in the silence of the lounge. You didn't rush the reveal, letting her eyes travel down your body to the thickness and heat of your erection. The sight of you fully aroused made her breath hitch, and she instinctively parted her legs, the champagne silk of her dress bunching up around her waist once more. You shifted your weight, preparing to drive into her wetness and claim the release you had promised.

Just as you moved to position yourself, Maya reached up, her palms pressing against your chest to hold you back. The sudden halt caused a flicker of tension to spark in the air, but her expression wasn't one of hesitation, only practical urgency. She looked into your slate grey eyes, her voice steady despite the frantic rise and fall of her chest. She told you that she wasn't on any birth control, and that you would need to put on a condom before you went any further.

You didn't let the interruption break the mood, instead treating it as another layer of the game. You maintained your gaze, your expression unreadable, as you reached into your pocket for the foil packet. The sound of the plastic tearing was loud in the hushed lounge, a sharp, clinical noise that only served to heighten the anticipation. You rolled the latex over the head of your cock, your eyes never leaving hers, letting the silence stretch until the tension became an unbearable weight. Once you were ready, you gripped her thighs and pulled her to the edge of the velvet cushion, ready to bury yourself inside her.