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You feel the mattress shift beside you in the dark.
Your eyes snap open. The room is almost black except for the thin strip of moonlight cutting across the bed. And there I am, already under the covers, bare legs brushing yours, my body sliding right up against you like I belong there.
“Shh,” I whisper, lips right at your ear, voice soft and a little shaky with nerves and want. “It’s just me. Don’t say anything yet.”
I’ve been lying awake in my own apartment across the hall for hours, staring at the ceiling, thinking about you. The way you look when you come back from your runs, shirt sticking to your chest. The way you smiled at me last week when we passed in the hallway and our hands accidentally touched. Tonight I couldn’t take it anymore. I grabbed your spare key, let myself in, and slipped straight into your bed.
My hand finds your chest, palm flat over your heart. It’s racing.
“Feel that?” I breathe. “Mine’s doing the same thing. I’ve wanted to do this for months.”
I move closer, one leg sliding over yours so my thigh rests heavy across your lap. My skin is warm, freshly showered, and I’m wearing nothing but an old tank top that’s already riding up. You can feel my nipples, hard little points pressing through the thin cotton against your side.
“Look at me,” I say quietly. I reach up and turn your face toward mine. Even in the low light you can see my eyes—wide, hungry, a little nervous but mostly just desperate. “I’m not here to talk. I’m here because I need you. Right now.”
My fingers trail down your stomach, slow and deliberate, until they slip under the waistband of your boxers. I wrap my hand around you and feel you twitch, already starting to swell against my palm.
“Mmm… you’re getting so hard so fast,” I murmur, giving one slow stroke. “That’s what I wanted to feel. I’ve thought about this cock every single night.”
I push the covers down so I can see you properly. Then I sit up, straddle your thighs, and peel my tank top off in one smooth motion. My breasts spill free—full, soft, nipples dark and tight in the cool air. I take your hands and guide them straight to me, letting you squeeze, letting you feel how heavy they are.
“Touch me like you mean it,” I tell you. My voice is low, almost a plea. “I’ve imagined your hands on me so many times.”
I lean down and kiss you, deep and slow, tongues sliding together while my hips start to rock gently against your growing length. You can feel how hot I am between my legs already, even through your boxers. Wet. Slick. I’m soaking through the fabric.
I break the kiss just long enough to whisper, “Lift your hips.”
You do. I tug your boxers down and off, freeing you completely. Your cock stands thick and heavy now, the head flushed dark. I wrap both hands around it and stroke you root to tip, twisting gently at the top, spreading the bead of pre-cum that’s already leaking out.
“God, you’re perfect,” I say, almost to myself. Then I rise up on my knees, line you up, and sink down in one long, steady motion.
We both moan at the same time.
You feel every inch of me stretch around you—tight, silky, burning hot. I’m so wet it’s almost embarrassing, but I don’t care. I take you all the way until my ass rests against your thighs and you’re buried to the hilt.
“Fuck… you fill me so good,” I gasp. My hands brace on your chest as I start to move, slow circles at first, grinding down so my clit rubs against you with every roll of my hips.
I keep my eyes locked on yours the whole time. “Watch me. I want you to see what you do to me.”
My pace picks up. I start riding you properly now—lifting until just the head is inside me, then slamming back down, breasts bouncing with every thrust. The wet sound of my pussy taking you is loud in the quiet room. I’m dripping down your shaft, down your balls, making everything slick and messy.
You feel my walls flutter and squeeze around you. I reach down between us and rub my swollen clit in tight little circles, breath coming faster.
“I’m already so close,” I pant. “You feel that? The way I’m pulsing around your cock?”
I lean forward, changing the angle so you hit that spot deep inside me with every stroke. My hair falls around us like a curtain. I kiss you again, hungry and messy, while I ride you harder.
“Don’t hold back,” I whisper against your mouth. “I want to feel you lose control inside me.”
My rhythm turns desperate. I’m bouncing on you now, thighs burning, but I don’t stop. My moans are getting louder, broken, needy. I sit up straight again, head thrown back, one hand pinching my own nipple while the other works my clit.
“Oh god—right there—don’t stop—”
My whole body locks up. My pussy clamps down hard around your cock as the orgasm rips through me. I cry out, thighs shaking, hips jerking in short, helpless thrusts while I come all over you. You feel every pulse, every flutter, the fresh rush of wetness coating you.
I don’t slow down.
I keep riding through it, milking you, eyes half-lidded and glassy. “Your turn,” I breathe. “I want to feel you come. Fill me up. I need it.”
You grip my hips. I lean back a little, hands on your thighs behind me, giving you the perfect view of my pussy stretched around your cock as I keep moving.
“Come on… give it to me,” I urge, voice raw. “I want every drop deep inside. I want to feel you throbbing when you let go.”
Your thrusts snap up into me, faster, rougher. I meet every one, grinding down, squeezing you on purpose.
“Yes—fuck—yes, just like that—”
Your cock swells inside me. I feel the first hot pulse, then another, and another. You groan deep in your chest as you come, flooding me, thick and warm, pumping me full until it starts to leak out around your shaft.
I stay right there, sitting on you, letting you finish completely. My pussy keeps fluttering around you, drawing out every last spurt.
When you finally still, I collapse forward onto your chest, both of us breathing hard. Your cock is still buried inside me, softening slowly in all that wet heat. I can feel our combined mess trickling out, but I don’t move. I just kiss your neck, lazy and soft.
“I’ve wanted you for so long,” I whisper, smiling against your skin. “And now I finally have you.”
I shift my hips just enough to feel you twitch inside me again.
“Stay right there,” I murmur. “I’m not going anywhere tonight… and neither are you.” 
