Their game continues

The crown of Alex’s cock head resting under an inch from Clara’s slick, dripping, excited entrance, heat radiating between them like a living thing. She bites her lip, eyes glinting with mischief. “Could you grab a mug to make scramble some eggs in?” she asks, gesturing to the cabinet above her shoulder.

There are no eggs out for her to make, but still Alex reaches up for a plastic mug. As he goes up, he feel her shiver, and he suddenly realizes what she was doing as his cock shifts ever closer to actually entering her. So he grins wickedly as her turn his hips to the left, causing his cock to pump over her lips and rest safely outside her pussy. Clara lets out a silent moan in disappointment as he grabs the cup.

“Clumsy,” he murmurs, letting the mug slip from his fingers. It clatters to the tile. “Oops.” As he lets his cock return to rest where it was.

Clara’s breath hitches. She knows the game. Slowly, deliberately, she bends at the waist, arching her back and pressing her ass hard into his stomach, until his length nestles in her cleft, until one more degree would mean—

She freezes. They can both feel it, that exquisite almost-there, her entrance fluttering against his tip.

“So,” she breathes, voice trembling with utmost desire, “if you stay right there... your *thing*...” A full-body shiver ripples through her. “...will slip inside me.”

Alex’s grin. “You’re the one bending.”

“I’m only picking up what *you* dropped.” Clara moans as she rocks experimentally, her wetness coating him, making them both groan. “You’re keeping it there. So since you’re causing this...” Another deliberate roll of her hips. “...you might as well push.”

Alex is barely holding on, himself, as his mind is screaming to push as he says, “I am not the one doing this; you could have chosen to bend a different way. Like I did. You *choose* this angle.”

They both stare reluctantly at each other for three seconds as their breathing and heartbeats synchronized in lust. His tip dimples her entrance. Her walls flutter against him. Neither one could tell whether it was Clara pushing her ass back into him, or Alex pushing his hips into hers, or both that caused his cock to slip into her. But before both knew it, her wall where yeilding to his cock, and it pressed deeper inside of her.

So neither of them cared how it actually happened, as it was on. Clara’s hands flew to the counter’s edge, gripping white-knuckled, as Alex’s hands found her hips and he drove the rest of the way home in one long, slow stroke. Clara only felt the slight pinch as her virginity was taken, and then it was nothing but aching, never-ending, deep pleasure that she had no reference for, every ridge of him dragging against walls that had never been touched as they stared fucking like crazed lovers locked in lust.

When he made it all the way in, his hand reached forward and grabbed her tits as he started thrusting.

“Fuck, Clara..." His voice crackled as his hips slapped against hers. "Your pussy feels so good that I wouldn’t dream of ruining it by putting anything bigger than me in it, so I think you should change that rule since it doesn’t actually do anything.”

She looks back with lust in her eyes. “Only if you change one of your rules too. I am here to be your gift…" She moans as his dick slides back into her. "So since I know things going in you won’t make you happy, that rule doesn’t do anything either.”

Alex’s rhythm faltered slightly, something nervous flickering behind the heat in his eyes. “I want you to warn me if me doing something could cause something else to happen…”

Clara knew she should stop this dangerous game. She could feel her orgasm beginning to coil at the base of her spine, tight and inevitable, her walls starting to flutter and grip around him in rhythmic little pulses. She pressed her ass back harder into his thrusts, taking him deeper, and moaned before she could help herself. “You don’t need that rule… because I would have told you that anyway.” His cock dragged against a spot inside her that made her vision white out at the edges, and she gasped. “For example—” another thrust, and she had to grip the counter with everything she had— “if you cum in me right now, you could get me pregnant!”

Alex felt it hit him like a wall — the orgasm he’d been fighting, surging up the base of his spine, tightening in his balls. He bit his lip hard, his hips stuttering, his cock throbbing inside her. “I still want that to be my rule!” he gritted out, his voice desperate, every muscle in his body rigid with the effort of holding back.

Clara’s breath quickens, the tension building within her as she locks eyes with Alex. “Okay, here’s my new rule,” she declares, her voice a sultry whisper that sends shivers down both their spines. “You actually have to start taking over… No more waiting for me… I’m here to be your gift…”

With his last effort, Alex asks, “Are you sure you don’t want that other thing to be a rule?”

Clara felt the first wave of her orgasm crest, her walls seizing around him, her hips grinding back in short, desperate circles. “If you didn’t say it I why should I!” Then Alex’s hips snapped flush against hers and held there, buried as deep as he could go, and she felt the first hot pulse of him releasing inside her.

He came in long, shuddering throbs, each one pushing deeper into her as Clara’s own orgasm broke open, her walls clenching rhythmically around him and milking every last pulse from him, her knuckles white on the counter, her thighs shaking uncontrollably, her voice reduced to a high, broken sound she’d never made before. He held her hips pinned against him and poured himself into her, and she took every drop.

He came in long, shuddering throbs, each one pushing deeper into her as Clara’s own orgasm broke open, her walls clenching rhythmically around him and milking every last pulse from him, her knuckles white on the counter, her thighs shaking uncontrollably, her voice reduced to a high, broken sound she’d never made before. He held her hips pinned against him and poured himself into her, and she took every drop.

When it was over, Alex’s legs gave out, and he stumbled back into a chair, chest heaving, his cock slipping free of her as he went. A thin stream of white followed, tracing a slow path down the inside of Clara’s thigh and dripping to the tile floor.

Alex “Fuck Clara… What did we just do…”

Clara reaches down and nervously takes some of his cum that was dripping down her legs. Before answering, “We… You mean you… You likely just bred your gift for the weekend…” She looks up at him. “And from the way your cock just sprang back to life, that excites you.”