It’s Worth It
There’s right, there’s wrong, and there’s real
He stroked her hair, then gently nudged her still form. She pretended to be sleeping.
“Hey. Come on. We have to get moving.”
She scrunched up her face but kept her eyes closed. She pressed herself even closer to him, pulling him against her.
“I mean it. It’s late. We’ve already been here too long.”
“I don’t care.”
“Don’t say that.”
Now she opened her eyes and looked up at him. “I just did.”
She snuggled closer.
He looked across the room at nothing in particular. His thoughts were a tangled mess. Thinking hadn’t gotten him in this situation; apparently, it wasn’t going to get him out of it either.
“I’m not ready to leave yet,” she purred and reached for his cock.
“You’ve confused me with Superman,” he said. They’d fucked three times already. “He’s in the next comic over.”
“Nope…. You’re my hero, and you’re going to save me.”
Her fingers did their instinctive dance. His cock, though sluggish, began it’s instinctive response.
“Save you from what?”
She nibbled his ear. “The heartbreak of horniness,” she giggled, now stroking him.
She was all too eager to control him with his cock. Usually it was easy, but now he was tapped dry. When she realized that he wasn’t going to get hard she turned her back to him, pouting.
“What’ll we do about this?” he asked.
“I am doing something about it. Or trying to. You won’t cooperate.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“I know what you meant. I don’t want to think about it right now.” She turned back to him. “Just make me come. Please. Push me.”
She wanted to postpone the inevitable. She was doing a good job. It couldn’t last, but it damn sure worked for the moment.
His hand moved to the flat plane of her belly, drifted farther down. Her soft hair was still damp and sticky from juices already stirred up. As he cupped her delicate mound his finger slid between her moist lips and pressed against her clit.
“Damn, is this thing always stiff?” he marveled.
“At least one of us is.”
“Bitch.”
“So tame me.”
He gave her pussy a sharp slap, then another.
“Ouch!” she cried. But she spread her thighs farther apart. “Is that what gets you off?” she asked.
It did, apparently, and as soon as her fingers touched his cock, she discovered that fact for herself.
“Oh wow.” She gripped it, squeezed it tight. “Do it some more,” she said, and lifted her hips up to him as if an offering.
He rubbed her pussy a few times, then gave it several quick slaps, each one raising the pressure in his cock and the heat in her cunt.
“Oh damn… keep doing it. I’m gonna come,” she gasped.
He focused on her clit now, not hard, just steady, not quite a slap but more than a love pat. Her face lost all expression as she retreated behind that dark veil, into those far spaces meant only for her. He studied her face as she transformed, amazed that he could effect such a response. Increasing the tempo of his slaps now; in short order she reached the edge and fell headlong into the void, a choked cry and a rigid tightening of her muscles the only outward indications.
When she was still at her peak, he rolled over onto her and slid his cock inside. She drew him in hungrily. He pressed forward until he was buried in her. She held herself motionless, as if balanced at the tip, and then began to move with him, meeting each thrust with one of her own. She’d never really stopped coming, and now her body began to scatter in every direction. She was all motion, heat, and frenzied noises. He wasn’t even sure he had anything left to shoot into her, but he pounded as hard and fast as he could, just in case there were a few excess drops down there that hadn’t already blown.
And there were. They rose up from the deep within in an almost painful expulsion that nonetheless felt like it always did. He lost himself as he came, conscious only of his cock and the friction generated by slamming into her cunt again and again. And then she gripped him, both with her arms and with her pussy, cried out in an anguished voice, “It’s always been you. Always.”
Later, after the sweat on their skin dried and their sticky thighs were all that remained of their coupling, he thought about her ecstatic confession and realized that he’d already known it. Once more his thoughts took hold, thoughts of lust, priorities, friendship, betrayal… ideas of right and wrong. Some things were too strong, too deeply embedded in who we are to yield to such ideas.
She rose up on her elbows and looked at him. “So what do we do?”
He shrugged. “I’ll tell him.”
“You will?”
“Unless you want to.”
“What I want is to fuck you till I pass out.”
Her breasts were round and ripe and full with the promise of pleasures beyond his imagination. Her naked body lay before him like an uncharted paradise. He’d betrayed his best friend to be here.
He cupped a soft breast and squeezed.
She kissed him. “It’ll be okay.”
“No. It won’t.” A pause. “But it’s worth it.”
