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  I think he likes it because he just presses even harder. Sudden. Forceful. Bursts. Fuck, it’s so good, it almost hurts. It’s so tender the deeper he goes, like a pleasure spot I’ve never had enacted before. My eyes can’t stay closed and my fingernails dig deeper into the skin along his scapula. Breathing is hard. And overrated too.

  His hand starts to trace up my baby doll dress and slip underneath my bra. The warmth on my tits sends me over. I’m crying out and yet only wanting more and more.

  He starts to slow, but I’m grinding against him hard and I maintain my pace. He can’t stop yet. I need more of that friction. It feels so good and it’s taking me so close. I need so much fucking more.

  He tries to still me and I don’t let him. I want his fucking cock and I’m not going to let him pull out.

  He utters my name and I’m about to shriek from the edge it sends me over. All my muscles tighten, my fingers try to get under his scapula. He keeps saying my name… not even sexually, I think he actually wants me to slow down. He can’t stop himself if I don’t stop, something like that. I don’t know, I don’t hear it. And I don’t fucking listen. I press harder. Faster. I grind my cunt against his balls, I’m fucking him so hard.

  And I suddenly want my bra off so I can feel his chest against my nipples too. But I have his hand. And I push my bra up slightly, let my tits fall out. And I just need a little more. A little more of his cock. A little more against my clit. So close.

  My whole body clenches, I feel his dick get bigger inside me (or I’m probably getting smaller) and my legs start shaking madly. There are fireworks going off somewhere in the world and I just left my body to ignite them.

  I’m finally breathing but I can’t catch a fast enough breath. I keep trying but every breath needs to start back at the bottom.

  “I didn’t want to cum that fast,” he finally says.

  I look at him through the sweaty hair falling in my face and can’t help but give him a breathy response. “What. The Hell. Makes you think I care?”

  He smiles at me and then just looks at me. It’s an intimate moment. A bit more intimate than I expected after fucking him on a balcony.

  I look around and realize how insane this is. I’m still too out of it from the orgasm to care all that much, but this IS kind of crazy.

  “You’re fun,” I finally say. Shut up, I’m too loopy to be clever.

  He laughs at me and then starts kissing my collarbone. It’s sweet. But it’s hot too because he’s still inside me. I don’t want him out of me. Not yet. Maybe not ever. (Slow down, I know.)

  He starts to pull out anyways and I’m about to yell at him when he bites down on my collarbone. It hurts but fuck, I like it. Even though his dick isn’t inside me anymore. And I want to bite him back. My teeth trace along his ear and finally grab a piece of skin to gnaw at.

  “My back is bleeding,” he says against my neck. And that pulls me out of the sensual biting.

  “What?”

  I let one leg fall down and slink around him to look.

  Uh, yeah. Definitely bleeding. Damn, I don’t really know much of my own strength.

  “That was hot,” he says.

  I just smile. The post-sex buzz feels so free and un-intellectual. Don’t even know if ‘un-intellectual’ is a word and don’t care.

  I also suddenly start to feel cold. Is he taller now?

  “How about this,” he starts. “Let’s go back inside and if that crazy bitch is still there, we go get our own room for the night.” His teeth chatters and I get the origin of the incentive to move inside. But…

  “You don’t have to call her crazy. She’s a woman and women deserve respect.”

  “I respect you,” he says. The emphasis on ‘you’ was definitely not in my head. I don’t think. I don’t know.

  I nod. And why argue the point more when I’m so cold?

  Besides, I felt respected by him to begin with. That’s why I felt comfortable letting go. And probably why I then wanted to have sex so badly. With him. I smile as I take one more look at the balcony.

  This was nice. Not what I expected to happen. But nice.

  I’m thrilled I drew him in with just a silly babydoll dress and a smile.

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  About the Author

  Nikki Whitsett is just a girl who is finally done with the extensive disappointments men put her through and has thus decided to instead channel her energy towards immortalizing the best parts of them in short stories like these. As a massive fan of Taylor Swift, she would like to think she brings a similar energy to her erotic short stories. Her neurotic erotica.

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