Unprotected sex

Joe's cock throbbed against her, a thick pearl of precum glistening at the tip as he locked eyes with Wendy. Firelight flickered in her dilated pupils when she gave a slow, breathless nod. He pushed forward with a groan, the swollen head of his fat thick cock stretching her virgin entrance in one relentless glide.

Wendy’s back arched off the quilt, rose petals crushed beneath her as her nails scored his shoulders. A sharp gasp tore from her lips—half pain, half pleasure—as he sank deeper, the burning stretch stealing her breath. Joe shuddered above her, his muscles taut with restraint, veins standing out along his forearms as he braced himself.

Joe froze, his entire body trembling as Wendy’s tight virgin walls clenched around him in a vice-like grip. Firelight danced across their sweat-slicked skin, casting flickering shadows where their bodies joined. A broken groan tore from his throat as he felt every delicate flutter of her inner muscles adjusting to his thickness, the sensation so intense his vision blurred at the edges.

Wendy’s breath came in shallow gasps, her nails biting deeper into his shoulders as she arched beneath him. The stretch burned—a sweet, aching pressure that made her toes curl against the rumpled quilt.

Joe’s hips rolled forward with a slow, deliberate thrust, seating himself fully inside her with a groan that vibrated against her collarbone. Wendy’s breath hitched—the stretch bordering on unbearable—until he caught her whimper with his mouth, swallowing the sound as his tongue mapped hers. The thick, hot weight of him pulsed where they were joined, every shallow rock of his pelvis sending sparks up her spine.

His hands slid beneath her, fingers splaying possessively over the dip of her lower back as he angled her hips higher.

His fingers pressed into the soft flesh of her hips as he withdrew almost completely—just the swollen head of his cock catching at her fluttering entrance—before surging back in with a deep, rolling thrust that **** a ragged cry from Wendy’s throat. The wet slap of skin echoed in the quiet farmhouse, the scent of sweat and sex thick in the air as Joe set a relentless rhythm, each snap of his hips dragging her higher up the quilt. Wendy’s thighs trembled around his waist, her body arching to meet every punishing drive, the delicious friction sparking white-hot behind her eyelids.

Joe's breath came in ragged bursts, his thrusts growing erratic as the pressure coiled unbearably tight in his groin. "Wendy—Christ—I can't—" His voice broke as his balls drew up tight, every muscle trembling with the effort to hold back. Wendy arched beneath him, her thighs clamping around his hips as she gasped, *"Don't stop—please—I'm so close—"* Her nails raked down his back, spurring him on.

The plea shattered what little control he had left. With a guttural groan, Joe buried himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing as hot release surged through him.

Joe’s hips jerked as the first hot pulse spilled deep inside her, his cock twitching against her fluttering walls with each thick, molten surge. Wendy gasped as the scalding heat spread through her core, her own climax crashing over her in dizzying waves—her inner muscles clamping down around him in rhythmic pulses that milked every last drop from his throbbing length. His breath came in ragged bursts against her neck, his sweat-slicked chest pressed flush against her trembling body as he rode out the aftershocks, each shallow thrust coaxing another broken whimper from her swollen lips.

Joe’s weight pressed Wendy deeper into the mattress as their sweat-slicked bodies clung together, his softening cock still buried inside her. The scent of sex and crushed rose petals hung thick in the air, mingling with their ragged breaths. Wendy’s fingertips trembled where they rested against his back, the reality of what they’d done—*no protection, no thought beyond heat and need*—creeping in like winter through a cracked window. Joe lifted his head just enough to see the flicker of panic in her blown pupils.

Joe’s breath hitched as he watched the realization darken Wendy’s eyes, her pulse fluttering wildly beneath his thumb where it still pressed against her throat. He didn’t pull out—couldn’t, not yet—not when the heat of her still clenched around him in aftershocks, milking the last trembling drops from his spent cock. A slick trickle escaped where they were joined, painting her inner thighs with the evidence of their recklessness. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, blunt nails leaving crescent moons in his skin as she swallowed hard. “Joe—” Her voice wavered, the single syllable thick with unspoken fear.

Wendy’s breath hitched as her fingers curled against his sweat-slick shoulders. “Joe—” Her voice was barely a whisper, raw and trembling. “Did you… did you *finish* inside me?”

The words hung between them, thick as the scent of sex and crushed petals. Joe’s cock twitched weakly within her, still buried to the hilt, his release a molten weight deep in her core. He swallowed hard, his throat working as he watched her pupils dilate further—fear and something darker flickering in their depths. A slow, slick trickle escaped her, painting her inner thigh as he finally shifted back, his softening length dragging against her oversensitive walls.

Joe’s breath was ragged against her lips as he pressed a slow, possessive kiss to her trembling mouth. “Couldn’t stop,” he admitted, voice rough. His thumb brushed the damp hollow of her throat, feeling the frantic flutter there. “Told you I was close.”

Wendy’s hips shifted beneath him, a whimper catching in her throat as his softening cock slipped free at last, followed by a warm, sticky trickle down her thigh. The quilt beneath her was damp with sweat, petals sticking to her skin as she shivered.

Wendy’s chest rose and fell in shallow, panicked breaths as the warmth between her thighs turned sticky. She could feel it—*him*—leaking out of her, and her fingers dug into Joe’s biceps as the reality crashed over her like ice water. Joe’s throat worked as he swallowed hard, his gaze locked on hers. His fingers trembled where they still gripped her hips, fingertips pressing into the soft flesh hard enough to leave marks. “Fuck,” he rasped, voice wrecked. “We—I didn’t—”

A shaky whimper escaped Wendy’s lips as she squeezed her thighs together, as if that could undo what had already been done.