I grab her hips and pull her down, flip her over so I’m on top, then slide back into her. “Ohfuckyes,” she cries. She puts her knees over my shoulders and clenches my cock with her pussy.
“Christ,” I groan. “You’re going to make me come.”
But she’s already there. She spasms over and over against my cock, which takes me right past the edge and into an oblivion I didn’t know you could reach without drugs.
We’re both sweaty and panting as we melt into the mattress.
I fold her into my arms and kiss her.
“That was…” I start, but I can’t find the words.
“Orchestral,” she provides.
She burrows into me and I nuzzle my lips against her temple and stroke her hair.
I feel bizarrely emotional. And then I realize why.
“What’s wrong?” she asks.
“Uh, nothing. It’s, um… I’ve just never done that sober before,” I say quietly.
She pulls back and looks tenderly into my eyes. “Really?”
“Really.”
“How did it feel?” she asks softly.
“Intense,” I say.
“In a good way?”
“In a really good way. I didn’t feel like I was just trying to get off, or get you off, you know? I was fully in it. Does that make sense?”
“Yeah. It does. I’m glad I got to be the one to share that with you,” she says. “Thank you, for trusting me.”
“Can I trust you with something else?”
“Yes,” she says. “Anything.”
“I have this fantasy.”
“Ooh, a fetish? Tell me more.”
“No. My fantasy is to wake up beside you. Will you stay?”
She runs her fingers over my lower lip. “So you can try sober morning sex?”
“And perhaps some sober midnight sex. Maybe a little sober two a.m. sex. But losing my sunrise virginity would also be a perk.”
She gets a wicked gleam in her eyes.
“Did you know I’ve taken four men’s virginity?”
I bark out a laugh.
“I think you forgot to mention it.”
“Ah, rare oversight. I usually lead with that.”
