Heather's eyes were wide. She could feel exactly how ready I was.
"Alex… please, not right now," she whispered, her warm breath mixing with mine as our faces stayed close. There was real tension in her voice, fear of being caught mixed with the same heat that had been building all night.
But I was already too far gone.
I reached down between our bodies, wrapped my hand around my cock, and lined the thick head up against the soft entrance of her pussy.
She was still wet from everything that had happened earlier. I rubbed the swollen tip up and down along her slit a few times, smearing her own juices over the head, feeling the way her body twitched under me with every pass.
Heather's hands came up to my shoulders, not quite pushing me away but not pulling me closer either. Her breathing had gone shallow.
