Page 92 of Vera Stein Is Fine
“Love, Actually,” she said as I peppered kisses up her sternum before moving on to her clavicle and then her neck. “It’s about... it’s about people.”
She reached between us and began to tug on my belt buckle.
My hand slithered down her stomach to cup her still-clothed cunt. I pressed hard, hoping the fabric created a torturous kind of friction.
“You need to take your pants off. This isn’t fair.” Her head lolled to the side and she let out a high-pitched whine.
I almost told her to be quiet, but Brody was either draped over the toilet bowl or passed out so hard he was bordering on the edge of a coma.
“I don’t have my pants on,” she said.
“You never had pants on,” I corrected her, then treated her to another tight grip that mellowed into a circular motion.
“You should fuck off on med school and become a lawyer. You argue too much.”
“Only with you.”
She laughed and something in my throat burned at the sound.
I leaned back for a moment to unzip my pants and kick them off. I’d barely undressed before Vera was sliding her warm hand past the waistband of my boxer briefs and over my stiff cock. The tip was already wet with precum.
“What else aboutLove, Actually?” I managed to ask through a throaty groan.
“I changed my mind,” she said. “I hate Christmas movies.”
My fingers slipped past the lace waistband of her panties, but she gripped my wrist, stopping me.
“I want you inside of me. We can do more... some other time. But right now I need you inside of me.”
Some other time. Was that a promise? Could this be more than a onetime thing? Or did she just mean later tonight after both of us had recovered? Surely not. It was nearly three in the morning.
She rubbed a finger over the tip of my penis and I was quick to oblige.
My boxer briefs were gone moments later and I took pleasure in rolling her panties down her thighs, my mind wandering to fantasies of my tongue sinking past her pretty slit.
“I want you on top,” I told her.
She nodded. “You’re sure—”
“Fucking hell, Vera. Sit on my dick right now. I’m sure.”
We rotated back around so that she was straddling me again. She sat up on her knees, creating enough space for my cock to run along her seam.
I gripped the base of myself and pressed against her there. Her head fell back with a breathy sigh.
She reached down between us, her fingers wrapped around mine so that we could both guide myself inside of her dripping opening.
“Wait,” I said. “Let me grab a condom.”
I reached back to the nightstand where my wallet was and she ground herself against my cock. I gasped as it slid in just slightly.
“Just let me feel you,” she said. “Just for a second. And then we can be good and responsible people.”
I shuddered as she sank down farther. There was more to consider than pregnancy, but logic was the furthest thing from my brain right now. “Vera, you need to know how much fortitude it’s going to take for me to slide my dick out of you and wrap it up.”
She nodded. “I know, I know, I know.” For a moment, she just sat there, warming my cock and only occasionally circling her hips in search of friction.
“Okay,” she finally said, and sat up, letting me slip out of her. “Fuck,” she hissed.
