Lovingly

Jon slumps back and slides out of you, lifting his weight off of you so you can finally breathe properly. You cough and sputter, struggling to your hands and knees.

You look up at Max, your face red and tears in your eyes. He’s already hard, stroking himself as he gazes at you, then looks down as you make eye contact.

“It’s okay Blake… we don’t have to, you know…” he struggles to express himself.

You pull a condom from the box and crawl over to him, snaking your way between his legs to look up at him.

“Yes we do, Max. It was a dare.” You tear the condom open with your teeth and slowly roll it down Max’s beautiful shaft, eyes locked on his. “Just enjoy it. I know you want to. It’s okay, it won’t make things weird.”

“But Blake you’re… you’re a… a guy…”

“Not tonight,” you whisper to him as you lean in and kiss him, crawling up into his lap, guiding him toward your needy slit. You lower yourself slowly, smoothly, down to the base with no resistance. He fits perfectly, like you were made for him. Your lips part, you nibble his, and he pulls away.

“You’re so beautiful,” he groans. Locking his eyes to yours, he starts grinding you from below. His hands fly to your hips and lift you up so he has room to move, and he begins to thrust into you passionately. You respond in time, your coordination perfect. It’s like a well-practiced dance, the two of you able to intuit the others movements immediately.

You shouldn’t be enjoying this so much. He’s your best friend. You’ve known each other forever. That’s why you’re perfect for each other. Oh no. You need to end this before you lose yourself in that thought.

The heat inside you builds fast. It crackles inside your belly, with so much **** you almost think you’re somehow going to cum. No. Not somehow. You know how. The only way.

“Max, I love you… please…”