Coffee Mess

Make It Last

After having sex on the couch, the kitchen table, the kitchen counter and the shower, we end up on the bed.

"Ok, now I'm sure that you're the best sex I've ever had" I say as we're cuddling, thinking it's over

"Oh come on. You've said that the sex with Ian was bomb as hell"

"It was, but it lacked emotion. It was just sex, there wasn't the connection we have. Even when you're being rough, I sense that you actually feel things about me. And it took me long enough to realize the difference between you and every other casual sex I've had"

"What about your ex?"

"He wasn't that good...Good enough to keep me satisfied, but not great"

"I see... Well, I'm glad you think I'm the best sex you've ever had. Truth is, I don't know if you're the best sex I've ever had, but you're definitely the person I want to have it with, if that means anything..."

"It means everything" I say, raising my head to look at him

"Is it me or we're falling in love with each other all over again?" he asks, putting his hand on my cheek

"I think we never stopped. We just buried our feelings and now they're coming back to the surface"

"So you admit you were in love with me" he says cockily

"I can't deny it any longer..." I say smiling

"Took you long enough" he says teasingly and leans in kissing me. As we kiss, I get on top of him

"When's the last time you had a checkup?" I ask, raising my body straight on him

"Last month, I'm as healthy as it gets"

"Good, because I don't want anything standing between us" I say, taking his member in my hand

After stroking him a little, he gets hard again and I raise my hips above him. As I lower myself on him, I look at him in the eyes, while opening my mouth wide, without making any sound. He looks at me too, biting his lips and holding me from my hips.

When he's all in, I start rolling my hips slowly, with my hands on his chest for balance and my head thrown back. Soon, I feel him raising his torso up, taking control of the situation, and then his warm lips on my neck. I raise one hand on the back of his head, keeping him there, while I moan and my other hand roams his back, grazing him with my nails. He raises his hands too, with the one stopping on the middle of my back and the other getting lost in my hair.

Suddenly, I realize that the time of us separating again is very close, so I bring my head up and start kissing his shoulder blade, heading to his neck, while pushing him on me as much as I can. I think he understands that something is wrong, so he makes me pull away to look at him

"What's wrong?" he asks softly, without losing his rhythm

"I don't want to let you go again. I don't want us to separate again" I say softly, but with some intensity in my voice

"I can't stay any longer, I have to go to work" he explains calmly, both of our breathing labored

"I know, so, please, try to keep it going as long as you can" I beg him and he leans in once again, kissing me in a way that makes me understand that he has the same feeling as me

After a few thrusts, he shifts us, laying me back on the bed. He drag his lips to my chest and in between my breasts. That's when I realize he has pulled himself out of me. As he continues to go down, I understand what he wants to do, so I just close my eyes and enjoy it.

When he reaches my pubic area, I feel his hands going down my bent legs and up again, slowly, as he kisses his way to the inside of my thigh. That makes me shiver a little and leave a high-pitched sound. With small, wet kisses, he reaches my heat. When I feel his tongue on my clit, I flinch a little, and grab his hair. As he works me well and gently, his hands roam on my body, with his one hand landing on one of my breasts, kneading it as he knows I like. My moans deepen and my breaths becomes shorter and quicker, as he keeps going.

When I'm close, I arch my back, pushing my hips on the bed, and grab the hand he has on my breast. As I finish, I leave a deep whimper, pulling his hair. When my orgasm stops, he gives me a few licks and then starts going up again, in the same way as before, but this time he stops at my breasts. He leans on one of them and leaves small bites on the soft skin around my areola.

While he does that, he pushes himself back inside of me slowly. I look at him sucking on my breast gently, biting my lips. When he gets back up, I grab his face and start kissing him with more passion than ever before. All this time, his thrusts are slow, but now he picks up the pace a little, putting his hands on my hips. When I run out of breath, I stop the kiss and just breathe on his lips, letting my hands fall on his chest.

He moves his hands up my ribs, to my arms, then to my wrists, wrapping his fingers around them, while sucking on my bottom lip and then on my chin. A few thrusts later, he raises his body, taking me with him, picking up the pace a little more, making me realize he's close. I practically hang myself from him, since I wrap one arm around his shoulders and the other around his ribs. He has one hand on my back and the other on the back of my head, while our foreheads are stuck together.

"Can you hold it?" he asks me, when he realizes I'm about to finish

"Not for long" I say in between moans, my walls squeezing dangerously

"Look at me"

"If I look at you, I will sure finish"

"Look at me and try to match my breathing" he instructs me softly. I first try to match his breathing, biting my lips and when we both manage to have the same breathing pattern, I look at him

I immediately get lost in his eyes, more than any other time. I'm so lost that I barely hear him giving me the green light to release, which I just do automatically, without even thinking about it. Him closing his eyes brings me back to reality and I see him gritting his teeth as he groans deeply. I, on the other hand, don't make any sound, even though I feel my body shaking and clenching around him during my final orgasm.