Page 45 of Exit Strategy
“Would you like to get on top?”
“I’m not sure,” she said. “He never let me on top.”
“It’s like riding a bike, or a horse.”
“I can do that,” she said. I rolled onto my back and felt her move hesitantly on the bed. She straddled me awkwardly, putting a knee in the middle of my stomach and I flexed rather than grunted. The last thing I wanted to do was spook her. For a painful moment, I was caught in the gap between her thigh and pelvis, but she moved quickly and muttered several apologies.
She hovered above me, trying to find the angle. She missed, and rather than sliding down on me, she pinned my cock between her lips and my stomach. I groaned, and she did too. I reached down and guided myself into her. She took all of me and then sat there, shuddering. This was fantastic. It let her pick the pace she wanted and find the angles she needed. She seemed at a loss for a moment and simply sat on me. I took her hips and started lifting her and moving my own hips. The amount of movement was limited, but it was enough to push her in the right direction.
“Oh shit,” she said softly, as she found her rhythm. “Can I go faster?”
“You can go as fast as you want,” I said. She did and went from what had been our fairly casual pace to one that was quicker, much quicker. I was not going to last very long under this onslaught. “Cal,” I grunted. “Cal, I’m going to come.”
“Go ahead,” she panted, not slowing.
“I’m going to come,” I said again, more urgently. She didn’t respond, but I felt her shift and it seemed like I was deeper inside her than I had been before. I grabbed her by the hips and attempted to dead lift her. I was seconds away and there was no condom. I had no idea if she was still taking her birth control, or if she even still had it, and getting her knocked up was the last thing I needed to do. She let out an awkward squawk as I managed to get myself out of her. I felt the first hot pulse shoot onto my stomach, and I relaxed.
She wrapped her hand around me, while I was still going off, and guided me back inside her.
Shit.
I grunted, and my balls drained inside her, while she almost immediately went back to her rabbit like pace. She rode me like I was a racehorse, and when she came, it was impressive. Callie pitched forward, off of me, and face-planted into the pillows, shrieking like a bloody banshee. I could feel her kicking and twitching on the bed next to me. I reached over to hold her, but she let out more shrieks and then an almost hysterical laughter, recoiling from my touch.
For a split second, I was afraid that something was wrong.
“Oh my God,” she finally rasped out. “That… basthole, assgard, buzzard…” she stumbled over words while still shaking.
“Bastard? Asshole?” I offered. I felt her trembling hand on my chest.
“Yes, those words, those words. All this time, oh my God. All this time, this is what I’ve been missing?”
“I think so, yes,” I said. “I mean, I’m not a professional at that or anything, but my complaints are few and far between.”
“My compliments to the cock, I mean… no, I think that’s right.”
“Usually its compliments to the chef,” I said, and felt myself relaxing.
“Compliments to him too,” she said breathlessly, and after a moment, she moved close to me again. “Sorry, I was just really… excited. My skin was really excited.”
“Ticklish?”
“Mmhmm.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to finish where I did, since we’re not taking any precautions,” I said, and stroked her hair.
“No worries. I never stopped taking my birth control. I mean, it’s a shot. One that lasts a whole three months,” she murmured into my shoulder.
“That’s good to know.” I kissed the top of her head.
“Thank you, Kurt.”
“You’re welcome?”
“For everything.”
“Yeah.” I smiled in the dark.
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