He gasped as she lowered herself onto him, feeling her tight wetness engulf his cock. "God Keeley" he groaned. He knew he, too, couldn't last long. He'd wanted her from the moment he'd seen her outside the shop. He ran his hands down her sides, feeling her shiver beneath his touch, and pulled her in to a kiss, his cock still buried in her. "Keeley" he murmured, his breath hot on her face, "let me make it up to you. Let me love you like I should have done two years ago. Let me love you like the boyfriend I should have been to you".
He began to buck his hips gently, raising and lowering her, feeling his hard length work within her tight pussy. She was fantastically sexy in that moment, the light of the full moon shimmering in through the half-drawn blinds painting her skin in white whilst the television from the other room, lost in showing some unwatched program, lent a blueish haze. The pace grew faster, their movements firmer, his hands on her waist as she bucked up and down, her breasts heaving above him. He leaned in, devouring her neck and she arched her head back. "Oh Keel" he panted "holy hell Keel. Holy hell" It was like a mantra, her name, and he murmured it again and again, making gentle yet firm love to her as she gasped in his lap, murmuring her name into her skin.
Matt felt the climax building within him and looked up into the eyes of the woman he so desperately adored. "Keel I'm so close already" he panted, and then a chill crept down his spine. "Keel" he said "we forgot the condom". He could feel his passion rising, knew it was only a few seconds until he came, and he gripped her waist firmly, waiting for her to suggest her lifted her off or something. Although a small voice at the back of his mind urged him to come within her, to spill his seed deep in her. Somewhere deep in his mind a small part of him was intensely jealous of whoever the father of Maitlyn was. He knew, in that moment, that he HAD to make Keeley Mrs Browning. The sooner the better. "Love," he urged "what do you want us to do?"
He began to buck his hips gently, raising and lowering her, feeling his hard length work within her tight pussy. She was fantastically sexy in that moment, the light of the full moon shimmering in through the half-drawn blinds painting her skin in white whilst the television from the other room, lost in showing some unwatched program, lent a blueish haze. The pace grew faster, their movements firmer, his hands on her waist as she bucked up and down, her breasts heaving above him. He leaned in, devouring her neck and she arched her head back. "Oh Keel" he panted "holy hell Keel. Holy hell" It was like a mantra, her name, and he murmured it again and again, making gentle yet firm love to her as she gasped in his lap, murmuring her name into her skin.
Matt felt the climax building within him and looked up into the eyes of the woman he so desperately adored. "Keel I'm so close already" he panted, and then a chill crept down his spine. "Keel" he said "we forgot the condom". He could feel his passion rising, knew it was only a few seconds until he came, and he gripped her waist firmly, waiting for her to suggest her lifted her off or something. Although a small voice at the back of his mind urged him to come within her, to spill his seed deep in her. Somewhere deep in his mind a small part of him was intensely jealous of whoever the father of Maitlyn was. He knew, in that moment, that he HAD to make Keeley Mrs Browning. The sooner the better. "Love," he urged "what do you want us to do?"