Chasing him back to the car was exhilarating. Driving home holding hands and kissing passionately in the bed for almost an hour has sent my heart soaring.
“Ohhh, Torrey!”
Freezing, I check to make sure he’s okay.
“Don’t stop!” He orders.
Oh, so that was good.
“Don’t forget the safe word!” I bark, trying to get back into rhythm.
I hadn’t been doing anything in particular, just letting my dick take the lead.
“Fuck me!” Cole orders.
That earns him an ass slap.
“Okay!” He whines, then gives me a dark eyed glare. “I know it’s waffles, but I think you should spank me again to make sure I’ve learned my lesson.”
“I’ll make sure you never forget, baby.”
Slapping his ass harder, he sucks in a breath. The sight of my hand print eggs me to keep going. I use my other hand on his other side.
“Misbehave and I won’t go easy on you,” I whisper.
It’s nonsense. The thought of marking Cole besides a little slap and hickey makes my chest ache as if someone stepped on it.
“Oh Torrey!” He’s desperately tugging his own dick now. “I’m not gonna last.”
Pulling out from his tight hole, I flip him onto his back and grip his chin with one hand.
He doesn’t have time to pout because he’s taken by surprise.
Pressing a hard kiss to his lips, I keep my hand tight around his jaw and we continue kissing.
Eventually my free hand grips his dick and he audibly sighs into my mouth.
Tugging several times, I break away for a moment to lean and grab more lube from the night stand.
Lathering my hand, I resume what we were doing and stroke him up and down several times.
“I’m gonna…”
Cole starts cumming and I try to catch as much as I can in my fist.
With a sigh of relief he sags into his bed.
“Lay still while I clean you up,” I whisper against his lips before pecking them.
“Okay,” he says, smiling against my lips.
After I’ve cleaned him up and turned off the lights, I curl against him in bed, holding him tight against my chest.
“What about you?” He asks.
“I’m good for tonight.”
Cuddling him is all I need.