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“Then I’ll keep my hand right here.”
I felt her sharp intake of breath as she coated my cock with even more wetness. This turned her on. I held my hand in place as I slowly rubbed my cock along her entrance, back and forth.
She was still frantically touching her breasts. I felt every moan against my hand. They were undermining my self-control. It was one thing to hear her approach the edge and lose control; it was another thing entirely to feel it.
Her breath changed and her groans vibrated against my hand. I was so damn hard that it was painful. I felt the orgasm tug somewhere deep inside me. It was building up. Allison started to tremble in earnest in my arms.
She wasn’t only touching her breasts now. Her hands were roaming her whole torso, and then she reached back to caress her favorite spot: my abs. When she lowered one hand over my ass, trying to push me to move faster, I said, “No, Allison. Trust me to bring you over the edge, babe.”
She whimpered in response but dropped her hands. Then she rose onto her toes and bent slightly forward. She was changing the angle, and she needed to brace herself. I knew she was close, so I stopped rubbing my cock along her folds. Instead, I gripped myself at the base and pressed the head straight against her clit. She rewarded me with one guttural groan after another. She was close to climaxing but still needed my cock buried inside her to reach it, so I pushed in slowly, just the tip at first, then an inch, then another.
I kept one hand on her mouth. With the other, I pressed on her upper back. She immediately took my cue and bent lower, putting her elbows on the windowsill. This was the perfect angle so I could reach her G-spot.
I pulled back and thrust again, moving faster with every push. Because I was still holding my hand on her mouth, I couldn’t reach her clit from this position.
“Touch your clit, Allison. Right now.”
She whimpered and lowered her hand. I felt her fingertips brush the side of my cock. I knew she was using her palm—that’s how she liked the pressure on her clit best. Feeling her fingers on my cock while I drove inside her was fucking amazing.
I put a hand on her hip, needing the leverage as I slammed into her. When she cried out, I couldn’t last any longer. I thrust and thrust and thrust until I filled her up with everything I had.
“Fuck,” I exclaimed. “Fuck.”
I put my mouth against her head, trying to minimize my own sounds, but I wasn’t having much success. Allison pressed her own hand against mine over her mouth, probably in an attemptto keep herself quiet. We were both failing spectacularly. This orgasm was different from all the other ones I’d had with her.
Allison’s legs were shaking so hard that even after we both came down from the cusp, she needed me to sustain her. I put an arm around her waist and straightened her up so she could lean against my front. Her head lolled to one side, as if she didn’t even have enough strength to control it.
Slowly, she turned around. “I’m not sure I can stand yet.”
“Then don’t, Allison. Take all the time you need.”
I wasn’t doing much better. I felt like I couldn’t trust my feet but simultaneously felt very grounded. Part of me was completely wrapped around her, almost like that part didn’t belong to me anymore at all.
A few moments later, Allison turned around, and by the mischievous look in her eyes, I knew she wanted to jump into my arms, which meant she’d regained her strength.
But then Annie’s voice calling, “Allisoooooooooooooooooooooooooooon!” broke the spell.
We both froze.
“Why do I feel like we’re being caught doing something wrong?” I asked as she scurried to the bathroom. I quickly followed her.
“Maybe because we’re sneaking around?” she said with laughter. She cleaned herself up quickly at the sink.
“I’ll go check on them.” She stopped in the doorway and came back, kissing my shoulder. Then she grinned. “I don’t even know what to say.”
I kissed her. “No need. Your body and that grin already tell me everything I need to know.”
“Perfect. Less work for me.”
She scurried out of the bathroom, and then a few moments later, I heard her turn the lock and leave the bedroom.
I cleaned up quickly, too, deciding to shower later. Allison was going to need my help battling the twins.
She seemed to have everything under control when I joined them in the living room, though. The twins were sitting on the couch, each holding a bowl of ice cream.
Given that they had just woken up, they didn’t even look that grumpy.
I cocked a brow at Allison.