The Heat

For that reason, and that reason alone, I felt no need to advertise what I had done. After relishing in the feeling of having a much needed orgasm and regaining my sexual composure, I began to rock back and forth on my heels. Although this method seemed much less sensual, and a little more boring, it suited me; at least for now.

After a few quiet moments of slowly rocking back and forth, I felt proud I had lasted for a length of time without having another orgasm. With my mind fixed in the feeling, and my body becoming accustomed to the feeling, his cock, and the entire sexual situation, I felt as if I might last long enough to make him reach climax. Still bent over and teetering on the balls of my feet, I opened my eyes and exhaled.

A hand slapped against my thigh, slid upward, and gripped my hip.

A hand gripped my other hip.

Oh shit…

He slowly pulled me backward, until my ass pressed against his hips.

“Fuck this shit, I’m done dicking around,” he said.

“Okay…” I squeaked.

Sorry, I