Page 32 of Fumbling for Perfection

Riley sits up and tugs me closer, kissing me, tasting herself on my lips. She reaches in my joggers and wraps her warm fingers around my aching cock.

“Please, Walker. I need you inside me.” She pushes down my pants with her heels and edges her ass to the edge of the table. Taking my cock out, she rubs the tip of me against her wet and swollen cunt.

“Fuck, Riley.”

“Exactly.” She jerks her hips forward and I sink into her.

“Holy fuck. Ho-ly fuck.” I drop my gaze to where we’re joined and freeze. “Shit.” The only other time I’ve ever been bare in a pussy was when I took her in the shower in Rhode Island. I hadn’t intended to have shower sex—orgasms, yes—but I couldn’t help myself. Not with a naked, wet Riley in my arms.

I pull out and try to step away, but her legs keep me locked close to her.

“What’s wrong?”

“Condom. I’m not wearing a condom. I’m so sorry, Riley. I wasn’t thinking. I’m clean. Swear to God, I’m clean. And I haven’t been with anyone since you. Since way before you.”

She bites her bottom lip, staring at my thick cock, coated with her juices, and I swear I see her salivating.

Watching her watch my cock has me growing even harder. If that’s even fucking possible.

“I’m clean too,” she whispers, still staring as if contemplating what to do with it.

“I don’t have any protection on me. I wasn’t expecting to...I didn’t come here to...”

She lifts those beautiful eyes to me and kisses me. It’s not a soft kiss, but not hard either. She makes love to my mouth and holds me close, dangerously close as my cock brushes up against her inner thigh.

She moans, or maybe it’s me. I don’t fucking know. All I know is I’m obsessed with this woman. Her softness, her humor, her dirty mouth, her body, her warmth. The last thing I want to do is hurt her.

Riley inches her center closer and my dick twitches, hitting her pussy. I rest my forehead against hers. “I’m sorry I didn’t come prepared.”

She stares deep into my eyes and strokes my cheeks with her hand. “I need you, Walker. I want you,” she says gently. “But I’m not on birth control.”

Her eyes lower to my chest as if she’s ashamed. Fuck, I want to fill her again, feel the walls of her pussy clamp my dick.

“Can you...pull out?” she asks shyly.

Fuck. “Are you sure? I can still please you in other ways.” I skim my hand up her thigh and insert two fingers deep inside her.

She tips her head back and moans. “I needyou,Walker.”

Fuck. Me. Now. If ever my strength has been tested. The first time this happened, my brain was so sex crazed I hadn’t realized I’d been fucking her bare until I almost came inside her. This time, we’re both cognizant of the situation. Of the ramifications.

It only makes me harder.

“Only for a minute.” I’ll give her one more orgasm and finish myself off in my hand. I replace my fingers with my cock and her moans grow louder.

“Yes. Oh, God, Walker. You feel so good.”

I love how vocal she is during sex. Hell, if I’m not careful, I’m going to love more than her voice and her body. I slide in and out slowly, making sure she finds pleasure, and rub her clit with my thumb.

With my free hand, I push her back down on the table and suck her nipple into my mouth. Her legs tighten around my waist and she uses her heels to draw me in deeper.

“Baby. I need you to come. I’m not gonna last much longer.”

Her inner walls pulse around my cock and she arches her back as she explodes on my dick. On my bareback dick. Fuck. One more pump and then I’ll—

“Fuuuck!” I pull out just in time and come on her stomach.

We lie there panting for air while I try to keep my sweatshirt out of the mess I made on her.

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