Alejandro wedged his hand between their bodies and settled his thumb over her clit. Deja broke. This orgasm was no less intense than the last; there had been too much wanting and waiting between them, and one orgasm wasn’t enough; there might never be enough to sate over a year of need. So it was a good thing he never let up. He fucked her through that release, groaning as her pussy fluttered and clenched around him, enjoying the ripples of her climax. And when she seemed to be coming down, he moved harder against her and increased the pressure of his thumb on her clit until she came again. And then he went through the whole routine again, fucking and teasing her until she came and then spinning her back up again. She couldn’t do anything but scream and scratch at his back in desperation.

When he was close, though, he shoved his hands between her ass and the mattress. He grabbed a cheek in each hand and squeezed as he started to fuck her harder than ever, using his hold on her to jerk her hips into his.

Deja hadn’t thought she could fall apart anymore, but she did. She became a screaming mess as he chased his release inside her. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled his mouth to hers again. Their kiss was sloppy and full of her cries and his grunts and teeth and tongue as he came apart on top of her.

She locked her ankles behind his ass, in no hurry to break the embrace. She liked the feel of his damp body on hers and his dick inside her, but most of all, she loved the way his heart was pounding so hard and fast she could feel it in her own chest.

Deja knew they’d have to get up eventually, at least to throw the condom in the trash. But when Alejandro’s body relaxed, and he settled his full weight on top of her, she knew that she wouldn’t be the one to force them to do it. She’d never felt safer than she did with Alejandro on top of her and his mouth ghosting over her cheeks.

Nine

The Morning After

Maybe other, better-adjusted people could wake up the morning after finally hooking up with their crush and feel energized, ecstatic, maybe even horny.

Deja was not one of those people.