Circling her entrance first, I guide it up. The moment it touches her clit, her hips buck off the bed, and she moans loud enough to echo the halls.
I sit up and pull back my hand, leaving Kenna wanting and full of lust. “I’m going to need you to be a little quieter if you don’t want your RA to interrupt us for a noise complaint. Do you think you can do that for me?”
She hastily nods in response.
“Good girl.” I punctuate my statement by grinding my hips into her, sliding my cock along her pussy.
I place the vibrator between us, right against her clit. The combination of the vibrating and the noises she’s making is sending me barreling toward an orgasm right along with her.
I’m so wrapped up in this moment that I don’t even realize until I’ve thrust in and out for a few slow, torturous strokes that I’m not wearing a condom.
Quickly pulling out, I say, “Shit. I didn’t put on a condom.”
Kenna grabs my face, halting my movements to reach for my wallet. “You don’t need to—I mean, I’m on birth control. I-if you’ve been safe before like I’ve been, we could—”
I look down at her, cutting her off. “I’ve never gone without a condom before. I’m negative. I got checked at my physical and haven’t been with anyone but you since.”
“I’m negative, too. I want to feel you with nothing between us,” she says breathlessly.
“Are we really doing this?” I ask, hovering over her.
“We can be each other’s firsts for something,” she says sheepishly, pulling me down for a kiss.
I break the kiss so I can look into her eyes. “I don’t care about being your first for anything, Sunshine. I want to be all of your lasts,” I insist before lining myself up between her legs. I run my length up and down again, before slowly inching my way back inside her.
Nothing has ever brought me so much pleasure as the way her bare pussy suffocates my cock.
I want to drag this moment out as long as possible, so I slowly thrust in and out of her. Each time my hips meet hers, I grind my pelvis against her clit, driving her to the brink of climax.
We kiss with lazy, passionate strokes of our tongues, and the vibrator is long forgotten at this point.
This doesn’t just feel different because I’m taking her bare. But because we’re not just fucking. For the first time in my life, I’m making love, and, fuck, if that doesn’t make my chest both swell and tighten . . .
Kenna has quickly become my everything. When you have almost a lifetime of history the way we do, it doesn’t seem so crazy to free-fall, leaving all inhibitions in the wind.
It only takes a few more grinding thrusts for Kenna’s pussy to clench violently around my cock. I ring out every last quake of her orgasm, finding my own release alongside hers. I come deep inside of her, my cum filling her. The sensation is so intense I almost pass out, and my vision blackens.
Trying to avoid slamming my full body weight on Kenna, I roll us over onto our sides without pulling out of her. I need to hold onto this feeling with nothing between us for as long as I can.
“That was the best birthday present ever,” Kenna pants, looking blissed out.
“That was the best sex ever. Period. And it’s not just because I fucked you raw, either, so don’t even start with that.”
She stares into my eyes. “I could feel everything so much more. It felt like I’d never come down from my climax once you came inside me,” she admits.
“The feeling of your pussy clenching me without a barrier was incomparable to anything I’ve ever felt.”
When I feel my dick softening, I pull out of her, but I can’t stop myself from scooping up my cum that was spilling out of her and deeply fingering it back inside her pussy.
“I want to mark every inch of your skin. Does that make me sickly possessive?” The question slips from my lips against my will.
“It’s probably a red flag, but I must be fucked up because it turns me on,” is Kenna’s shy reply.
“Let me get you cleaned up, Sunshine. We’ve got a reservation to make. And before you ask, no, I won’t tell you where—it’s a secret. But thanks for letting me have dessert before dinner.”
She claps her hands together and whines, “Oh, come on. Tell me where we’re going, baby. It’s my birthday!”
“Nope. I’m taking the woman I love to dinner, and it’s remaining a surprise.”
