Sex, limits and options.

The first half of our three hours in the room was gone, and I was still inside Mila without giving her a chance to rest. I thrust into her as she lay on her back with a couple of pillows under her that raised her hips.

Holding her by the sides, I pushed in slowly and aimed for a shallow spot I discovered she loved. Mila squirmed despite her exhaustion, her breasts swaying and jiggling along with her movements, yet they remained mostly in place thanks to her bra. She weakly scratched at the bed sheets, eyes closed and chest heaving from her deep breaths.

Her voice came out in gasps, repeating a single word. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!”

Mila came again. Her hips spasmed and quivered, her shoulders rotated through the tension, her pussy pulsed and sucked me deeper in, begging. But I pulled out and sat down, looking at her.

She was still in her new set of lingerie. She looked too hot to get her out of it. I could see her naked anytime –that was a crazy thought still– but she’d bought this so I could fuck her in it, and dammit, I did!

With a shaking hand, Mila set aside the pillows below her and struggled to her stomach. Pointing her ass towards me, she looked at me with half-lidded eyes and spread her legs to show me her still quivering pussy. Her body glistered with a thin layer of sweat under the dim lighting.

I swallowed and moved forward. I got on top of her, held my dick and…

…

I kissed Mila’s shoulder. “You need a rest,” I told her close to her ear.

“I’m fine,” she said softly. “I want more. You want more, too.”

I swallowed. My dick throbbed with the need of an orgasm. I’d come three times. Twice inside Mila’s mouth, once in her pussy. And I still wanted more. Much, much more. Mila alone was enough to light a scorching fire in me, but in that lingerie she lit a blazing inferno.

“I don’t doubt you want more, but you need a rest. And water. We still have about an hour left, don’t worry.”

She frowned. “Have we really been here for two hours already? Time flies.” She smiled regretfully. I mirrored it. Only one more hour and we’d have to go to our own homes.

I got up and went to get our water bottles. Mila struggled to sit up. Even her arms were a little weak from when she rode me cowgirl with her hands on the bed for support.

She started fixing her bra and her thong, so I spoke. “If it’s uncomfortable, why don’t you take it off?”

“But you like it.”

I chuckled. “I love it,” I admitted, passing her the water bottle. “But there’s no point if it’s uncomfortable.”

“It’s not,” she said, yet started to undo the bra. “I’m just too sweaty right now.”

We’d been dating for over two weeks by now, but our… physical relationship had begun about a month ago. It was still incredible to think we’d grow so comfortable together that being butt naked in front of each other wasn’t that big a deal anymore.

I sat cross legged next to her on the bed, but she moved so she was sitting on my lap, facing me. Her nipples rubbed my chest, and my still hard cock pressed and twitched against her stomach, but she ignored it. Or tried to. She was probably debating whether to wait, start sucking on it, or simply sink into it again.

“I love you,” I told her. “You don’t need to push yourself.”

“...I am and I’m not,” Mila admitted, grimacing. “I do want more, but my body can’t keep up. And satisfying you alone is impossible.”

I flinched and grimaced, her words triggering the memory of the reason for Thomas and Lyla’s breakup. “I’m satisfied,” I quickly told her.

“This says otherwise,” Mila pouted, gently pushing my shaft with her finger. “I’m not complaining, and I’m not taking it personally, either. Even when Sarah, Grace and I are together, you still outlast us.”

I set my water bottle aside and held her cheeks, gently, caressing them. “I love this, Mila. I love doing this with you. With Grace. With Sarah. With you three. I love it.”

Mila let out a resigned sigh before she laughed. “Imagine if other girls heard me complain that my boyfriend is too peerless. You’d have the whole school after you, you stud!”

I laughed awkwardly. Sometimes, the girls would joke like that. I mean, saying things along the lines of ‘Hey, that girl is checking you out!’ or ‘Do you think she’s cute?’, or even ‘Hey, I bet that girl likes you.’ Once, Grace even asked me if I had a crush on someone other than them before I started dating them. They were either teasing me, testing my faithfulness, or both. But sometimes, when one of those jokes overlapped with a flash of my sixth sense, I had the faint feeling that… maybe it wasn’t teasing or a joke.

…

…

No, No. I couldn’t be thinking that. I was dating three girls. Who in their right mind would ask for more? Who in their right mind would risk ruining the best thing that has happened in their life? Anyone who did had not heard the fable of the goose that laid the golden eggs.

“Hey, Oliver?”

“Hm?”

“Ever thought of… doing butt stuff?” She asked me. I stared at her, blankly, expectantly, until she finally added, “To a girl.”

“Oh thank God!” I let out a huge sigh of relief. It took all that I had not to freak out when I heard her.

“I take it you don’t want anything up your butt?” she asked me, grinning teasingly and tracing a finger along my chin.

“I don’t,” I said. “I m-mean… if YOU wanted to d-do something to me, t-then I… I could at least… try?”

Mila burst out laughing before she kissed me hard on the lips. “Seriously, you’re the cutest! No, Oliver. I don’t want to do that to you. I was wondering if… you’ve ever wanted to try anal with a girl.”

“...No, I don’t think I’d want to try that, either. It sounds kind of gro…” I stopped my stupid mouth when I saw Mila’s face fall.

“I see,” she said, looking to the side.

I’m an imbecile, aren’t I? See? The risk of speaking more, without thinking, means you’re bound to say something stupid at one point or another.

“Do you want to try anal, Mila?” I asked, turning her face to look back at me.

“No.” She turned her face away again.

“I’ve never had an interest, and I do think it’s a little gross.” No use hiding my slipup. “But I’ve also never had a reason to be interested, and when you think about it, sex itself is kind of gross, right?” I chuckled. “I mean, we’re both sweaty right now.”

That got a little laugh out of Mila.

“If you want to try, then I’m interested.”

She looked at me like a begging puppy. “Are you sure?”

“Only if you’re honest with me and tell me you want to.”

Mila kissed my cheek and rested her chin on my shoulder. “I was… reading one of Grace’s book suggestions. I had kind of forgotten anal was a thing until a certain scene happened. I got… curious.”

“Just curious?”

Mila puffed her flushing cheeks. “I want you to fuck my ass, Oliver!”

I could’ve laughed, but it looked like she’d be mad if I did. “Now?”

“N-No. Not now. They… They kind of worked their way up to it in the book.” Her hand went to my shaft. She stroked it while looking at it, seeing it in a whole new light. “I don’t think I could take this without trying something smaller, first.”

I nodded. “When you’re comfortable, then.”

Mila smiled. “Thank you.”

She kissed me, slipping her tongue inside my mouth and leading my hands to her tits. It was all a set up. With my hands so busy, I couldn’t stop her when she sank down on my cock again. The feeling of that scorching wetness on my cock filled me with happiness.

“Enough resting,” she said, gasping. “Keep fucking my brains out.”

We rocked our hips in sync, holding each other close and sharing deep, wet kisses on the creaking bed. I moved both my hands down Mila’s curves and settled them on her ass. Then, while moving slower, I pressed one of my fingers against her butthole.

Mila tensed up, broke the kiss but didn’t pull away. “Oliver…”

I began to rub her there, without trying to push in. Mila closed her eyes, hugged me and let herself feel it while my cock throbbed in her pussy. She rocked her hips with slow movements, burying her face in my shoulder and kissing my neck.

“Why does everything you do feel so good?” she asked, not really expecting an answer. Which was good, because I didn’t have one. I continued like that for a long while, driving Mila to a couple more orgasms, one stronger than the previous.

“Come, Oliver.” She started pushing her hips down on me with more ****. “Don’t let me be the only one feeling good. Come!”

Mila’s pussy began to grip me tighter, coiling around me, sucking me in. Her cervix pushed on the tip of my cock. I worked just as Mila wanted to. I burst inside her, filling her pussy with thick cum and lifting her to yet another climax.

Mila squirmed on top of me, kissing my cheeks over and over. “Use me more,” she whispered tiredly. “We still have some time, right?”

I pushed Mila down on the bed and dove right back in.