“You do realize I will be black and blue, right...?”
Lisa sounded hoarse and out of breath, and sexy as all get-out. Really, he was not sure how she managed to speak at all. He was still recovering. Well, if her little whisper even qualified as speaking.
He kissed her head as she lay against him, her hair fanning out over his upper body. Jeeze...he had lost track of what round they had been on. Counting required blood. In his brain. And the blood supply in the upper regions of his body had been scarce the past couple of hours.
“Wasn’t me...it’s this damn bed...” For the first time in a while he noticed the hard mattress below him. Funny, how that hadn't been a factor at all when Lisa rode him just minutes ago. When he held her waist steady as he plowed into her. His mouth on her breasts, his hands on her ass. Teasing her...touching her...spreading her...touching her in places he knew would get her even wilder.
Lisa kissed his chest before she looked up, her hair a mess, falling in a tangled web over her flushed face with the sparkling sapphire eyes and the heavenly swollen lips. Swollen from sucking him...kissing him...being kissed... Or devoured, really.
And just like that there it was again.
Lisa obviously noticed as well, her eyes wide. “Dude! Down! I need a break!”
Michael blushed and snickered as well. “I can’t help it...”
“Isn’t there some warning about an erection lasting more than four hours?”
“Hey! This was not due to some blue pill, lady! This was due to some incredible blue eyes...”
“And maybe some blue balls?”
He broke out laughing again, “Yeah, maybe that, too.”
Lisa cuddled against him some more, obviously not in any rush to move off him. Which was fine. He liked where he was right now. Nice and snug and warm, surrounded by her still quivering heat. His attention diverted to the place of their continued connection which was sticky from their combined juices. That’s right. It was weird. He knew he should have insisted they stopped. No protection was madness. She had been with at least her husband. And just the thought made him shudder. Hopefully she had been safe there. And she..she didn’t know...couldn’t know if he had been a wild sex-fiend or a monk. Then again, who was he kidding. Lisa at the very least had some basic working understanding when it came to his sexual practices. Which was much more than anyone else could say. And for some reason she was well aware that even if he did go there with someone else he’d use at least one safeguard.
Either way, why, with all those logical thoughts about protection, did he not experience one ounce of regret about having gone bareback? Funny, how Lisa was the only woman on this planet- no, in this universe, that he would ever trust to not trick him one way or another on this subject. If anything, in a galaxy long, long ago, he had tried his best to get his swimmers to the goal line and speed up her laxy-daisy efforts to divorce ex-husband number one.
“Anyway....” He played with her hair again, enjoying the soft sensation of it running through his fingers like spun gold. So soothing. Funny how he always thought of a gentle harp when he did this.
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Fanfiction"Shit- let me look at that....can you scoot over?" The apparition ignored my request. As my eyes adjusted, I knew I was dreaming. Or dying. This had to be a pre-death hallucination. "Man- if you got a phone you might wanna call an ambulance...cause...
