The low creak of the bed matched his slow, deliberate thrusts. What had started with so many hushed words and whispered nothings had reached the point of grunts matching grunts. He was heavy on top of her in a good way, pressing down hard on every stroke.
“I’m going to cum inside of you.”
They had talked for a long time before this, but never about where he would finish. He usually said it as a question, but this time it instinctively came out as a statement. He felt her face start to burn up as she tucked it into his chest. Strong arms wrapped around her, pressing their bodies together. She could feel his thrusts change and his body begin to tense.
“I’m gonna cum.”
His eyes were screwed screwed shut in the exertion of holding himself back. As he crossed the threshold, any worry of protest disappeared when he felt her legs wrap around his legs, helping her match his building strokes. He opened his eyes to see her own moist eyes looking directly into his own. His heart skipped.
“Cum inside me.”
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A moment from a daydream I had.