Yes, barely

“OK,” Kira says almost mechanically; it’s clear she’s responding automatically to being told to do something because her mind is focused elsewhere. She lifts her hips off me just in time for the first blast of my cum to paint her bush white. The next hits her stomach before the rest starts landing on me. She looks down at us and her eyes clear a little, then go wide. “Oh, my . . .” she says, and starts giggling helplessly.

*******

Getting ourselves cleaned up without dripping cum all over everything proves to be a bit of a challenge, but we manage it. Kira looks up at me as she’s pulling her shoes on and thanks me for the seventh or eighth time. I draw her to her feet and give her a passionate kiss. “I told you, it was my pleasure,” I say. “I’d love to spend a while proving that to you, if we didn’t both need to go home. Do you want me to give you a lift?”

“Better not,” she answers, the longing in her voice telling me that’s not the answer she wants to give. “I don’t think I could restrain myself if you did, and it might cause problems if you spent the night with me.”

“I can’t argue,” I respond with a sigh. “I wish I could, though—I wish this didn’t have to end so soon.”

“I’m not complaining, Ben,” Kira says softly. We kiss again, deeper and longer, with plenty of tongue. “You’re the first man ever to make me cum, and you did it so many times, I lost count. I’m not sure how much more I could take.” She gives me a gamine grin. “Besides, this way, you’ll want to do it again. We are going to do this again, right? And again and again and again?”

I give her a deep, soft kiss, full of promise. “And again and again and again,” I say. “And next time, we’ll have more time.”

“And lots more places to play,” she adds delightedly.

“And lots more places to play,” I agree with a smile.