I Don't Want You Like A Best Friend

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Y/N POV

I regained the dominance I had momentarily lost, flipping us over so that Taylor was now below me, her hands pinned to her pillow on either side of her head while I hovered over her, smirking smugly.

"Nor I am." I said, responding to her. I was about to make a comment about how I couldn't decided which I preferred more: her on top, or me, when I suddenly became lost in the dark, swirling waves of her blue eyes, which looked up at me with so much love it made my heart clench.

The fiery, desperate battle for control between us melted into something much deeper. The tension changed, and now staring down at her, all I wanted to do was take things as slow as possible.

As much as people liked to deny it, sex was a big deal in a relationship. You're at your most vulnerable state when you're bare naked in front of someone and allowing them to touch you and vice versa. I never wanted Taylor to think I only cared about the sex or about my own pleasure.

The blond woman spoke, promptly pulling me out of my haze. "How did I get so lucky?" Her tone was so soft, I wasn't sure if she had intended for me to hear it, or she was just talking to herself, but either way, I couldn't stop myself from leaning down and pulling her into a sweet kiss.

Our lips fit perfectly together like the pieces of a puzzle, and I slowly ran my hands up and down her body, feeling every dip and curve within my reach. After a moment, Taylor pulled away just enough to speak once more.

"I'm ready...I want you in me..."

I responded by resealing our lips together, one of my hands leaving her body and traveling down between  where our opened legs met, and taking hold of my stiff cock, which pulsed in my palm. Trying to be as gentle as possible, I guided my erection to the entrance of her sex, which was slick with her cum.

The second the tip of my cock made contact with her swollen lips, we both inhaled sharply. Still, I continued, slowly entering her until I bottomed out, my balls sitting comfortably against the curve of her butt.

Taylor and I were both panting, our breaths long, drawn out sighs that somehow seemed to fall in sync with one another almost right away. The blond's hands gripped my biceps roughly, and her head was thrown back against the pillows.

Small beads of sweat dripped from her face and slid down her jaw, pooling at the pit of her neck before continuing to slip down her chest and between her full breasts. I wanted to look at her forever, but it was so hard to keep my eyes open with how good it felt to be this close to her.

As if reading my mind, we began to move against one another at the same time, at the same rhythm, with just the right amount of movement for me to hit the deepest parts of her. My strokes were long, deep, and sensual, and I focused on the sound of her breathing and the soft moans that poured out of her.

Taylor pushed her hips forward in time with each stroke, brushing her hard clit against my pelvis. 

I could tell we were both close to reaching our climax by the increase in the sounds she made and the feeling of warmth, like hot lava, pooling in the pit of my stomach. Each time her clit rubbed against me, her breathing grew more ragged, and as tempting as it was to speed up, I stayed consistent with my pace, wanting the moment to last.

"I'm close..." Taylor whispered before moaning again.

Using one hand to hold up my body weight, I used the other to tenderly start circling her clit, knowing that the majority of people with vaginas couldn't cum merely from penetration. Like my strokes, I kept my hand movement slow, almost as if I were teasing her.

"Fuck Tay, you're so gorgeous." I groaned, drinking in the sight of her bouncing breasts and rolled-back eyes.

"Y/n...don't stop...don't stop baby I'm gonna cum...go a little deeper..."

Doing as she asked, I pushed my cock in as far as it could go, and that, along with my fingers, pushed her over the edge. Her pussy clenched tightly around me, holding me inside like a steal trap while she orgasmed, her nails scratching down my back.

All of the sensations she caused were too much for me to handle, and before I had a chance to pull out, my orgasm hit me like a tidal wave, and I couldn't hold back my cum from spurting into her.

"Fuck, Taylor..."

I stayed in her until our climaxes had dissipated, then pulled out and laid down next to her, catching my breath. "Shit." I cursed suddenly.

"What's wrong?"

"I wasn't wearing a condom."

"I'm on the pill, and I can take a plan B tomorrow, just to be safe." She said, also catching her breath.

"Are you sure?" I asked, turned on my side to face her. 

"Of course, sweetheart. Don't worry about it. What do you say we go shower and get cleaned up? I'm not really tired enough to sleep, and I don't think I could watch a movie without being distracted by the cum dripping down my thighs." Taylor laughed, watching me nearly choke on my spit.

"I could clean it up for you." I smirked, wiggling my eyebrows.

"Oh I know you could, but I'm too sensitive to cum again right now, and if you put your mouth on me I'm gonna get horny."

I cocked an eyebrow. "Who says that's a bad thing?"

Taylor bit her lip. "Darling I didn't say it was a bad thing, I'm just saying that you're already horny enough for the both of us. We might never leave this bed again if I get that way too."

"Pft, what are you even talking about?" I scoffed playfully. "I'm the most non-horniest person ever."

"Really? So that's why that cock of yours is hard again?" She questioned, glancing down to my groin, where my half hard cock lay.

I swallowed. "Fair point, but it's not my fault. I just really like it when you tease me." I whined.

Taylor giggled and threaded her fingers through my hair, pulling me in for a kiss. "I know, sweetheart, that's why I do it so much. Now get your ass in the shower before I'm tempted to touch you more. Who knows, maybe if you decided to be a good boy, I might give you one last treat before bed."

My eyes widened, and I shot out of the bed, practically running into the bathroom.

"Yes Ma'am!"