MATURE
NOT PROOFREAD
You pushed your body down on your boyfriends another time, riding through another of his orgasms, his cum filling you to the brim once again.
The two of you had been going for the last couple of hours, trying out random positions to see what felt best and experimenting with different techniques.
Now you were on top of Lorenzo, clenching around his surprisingly still hard dick as you bounced on top of him, his eyes fixating on your breasts as they happened to be his favourite thing on your body.
You rolled your hips against him, your hands pushing down on his chest while he sat up leaning against the headboard, his hands limply holding your waist as you road him.
It was an often occurrence for you to end on top of Lorenzo after a couple of rounds, it let you both catch your breath while also going at your own pace, the two of you knowing you could never match the speed he would go when you were under him, squirming at his touch.
Normally it was you overwhelmed, your head spinning as you shook under his fingers, or sometimes even the pressure of his tongue as he ate you out a few more times to finish you off for the night.
But now he was the affected by the continuous feelings throughout his body, it was his legs bucking under you, undeniably chasing his much needed climax, his soft whimpers that filled the air, his eyes brimming with tears.
"Fuck, fuck." He gritted his teeth and threw his head back as the pain welled up in his body, his legs shaking as his hands slipped from his waist.
You placed a kiss on his head and continued going, allowing quiet moans to escape your lips as his body unintentionally began thrusting up into you. "Oh fuck, Lorenzo."
At the sound of his name on your tongue he placed his hands back on your waist, holding you as tightly as he could and rocking you on top of him, wanting to see you come undone on top of him again.
He closed his eyes, licking his lips as you began to feel your orgasm pulsate through your body, your thighs trembling around his as you sped up your motions.
Lorenzo's eyes opened, and his jaw fell slack. "Holy shit, pufferfish!"
The safe word.
You stopped moving and sat still on top of him, his eyes looked into yours, a guilty look painting his face as you didn't get to reach your well deserved orgasm.
Neither of you had ever the need to use the safe word before, it was one that Lorenzo picked out to ensure that it would destroy the mood when it needed to be said, but now was the first time you actually heard it from his lips.
Your hands met his cheeks in an instant, cupping them and feeling the warmth radiate off them and into your hands, your thumbs rubbing back and forth lightly to help soothe him.
Lorenzo melted into your touch, closing his eyes and letting out a sigh, followed with a few pants before finally breaking the silence. "I'm sorry." His voice was hoarse, broken by the sounds that bad left his lips due to the nights events.
You pushed your face to his, close enough so he would look into your eyes, your noses almost touching. "Never be sorry for needing to stop," he broke eye contact with you, soon after opening them, you following his movements. "Is it too much."
He waited a moment before answering, licking his lips before giving you an ashamed nod.
You too began to nod your head, "ok," letting go of his face and placing a hand on his chest to help lift yourself up from his dick.
