# One
We fuck without a condom, but she asks me not to come inside her. I am inside her until the last moment before I come. When I pull out she whimpers frustration. I spill over her stomach and breasts. For a moment I can feel my orgasm extending beyond my body, over her skin, as though the pleasure is a living part of me. As though my come can feel her skin, her skin my come. As though we are both one person.
# Two
She moans and begs for me to come, and when I do the first hot strong burst of it hits her neck. She clutches my cock. Squeezes it. Her whole body shudders convulsively, her eyes shut, her head thrown back. The trembling continues until I am spent, my orgasm painted over her skin in a long, drooling veil.
# Three
I feel myself tip off the edge of something and I move to pull out of her. She holds me, tight, her legs locked around my hips, her mouth on mine. We struggle for a moment before she relents and I pull out of her, already coming. I intended to finish on her stomach, but instead I spill onto her cunt. She puts a hand there. Fingers slick with my come slip easily inside of her.
# Four
Afterwards, patiently, I collect the droplets of come from her chest with the tips of my fingers and feed them to her. She moves underneath me to keep the come on her belly from sliding down her side to the bed. She licks and sucks my fingers, takes every drop.
# Five
I tell her not to swallow until I give permission. She nods. Her mouth is occupied, but even if it wasn’t she has gone beyond the place where she can make words. I empty into her and stay for a minute between her lips. Pull out. She kneels on the floor, abject, her eyes pleading. I hold out my hand and tell her to spit. The command prompts a single, begging moan, but she does it. Warm and slick in my hand. I let it drip from there onto the smooth mound of her cunt.
# Six
I come on her face. We’ve been fucking for half an hour, alternating between her cunt and her mouth. She keeps her eyes closed as I cover her. Her hands reach blindly for my cock, then fall to make fists of the bedsheets. There is a lot of come. It pools in the corners of her closed eyes so that she cannot open them. Afterwards, groping for the towel I offer her, she laughs uncontrollably.
*
*Thanks for reading. Cross-posted on my* [*blog*](https://www.lascivity.co.uk/)*. Take a look if you like this kind of thing. Cheers!*
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/bn0szz/cumshot_variations_mforal