I nod. “Keep going.”
With a grunt, Ethan pushes his cock further inside of me. Then he pulls out and pushes into me again. He thrusts slowly, deeply, watching me carefully the whole time to make sure he’s not hurting me. Each time he thrusts, the pain fades away and is slowly replaced by pleasure. My breathing gets heavier, and so does his. He enters me faster, harder, deeper. I’ve never felt anything so good.
“I’m going to come again,” I moan. I pant harder and dig my fingers into his back. I scream out as I come, waves of pleasure surging through me with each of his thrusts. And then Ethan comes, too—bucking against me, groaning into the crook of my neck.
Afterward, we both lay exhausted on his bed. I’m sore, but I feel so good. It’s a shame that this is all going to end after this Saturday. It really is.
Well, since it’s going to end, I may as well make the most of it, right?
I draw my fingers over Ethan chest, which is lightly sticky with sweat. He looks over at me and grins. “You look like you’re ready for round two,” he says.
“You read my mind,” I say.