Did you just finish inside me? Laugh it off, F

From Create Your Own Story

You catch your breath, breathing deeply and feeling Nathan pour his seed into you. Every twitch making you shiver. Nathan groans and lets his head fall against your shoulder.

Your fingers slip into his hair, damp with sweat. You stroke through the silky strands as he pants against your skin. His body still trembles, muscles clenching around you as the waves of pleasure ebb.

You can see his thoughts drifting, limbs heavy and sated. But a nagging worry worms into his bliss and you can feel it in the way his fingers pulse at your hips. Does he regret this?

"Stop thinking so loud," You mumble, letting him nuzzle closer, his scruff rasping your neck. For good measure, you tug his hair and listen to the groan it causes to fall from his lips "I can hear the gears turning in that pretty head of yours."

You know you have to pull him out of his own head, so you shuffle against the counter, and bright-eyed keep a glance over Nathan, savoring the way he looks. Playfully they try to hide their grin and fake gasp "Did you just cum inside me?" to which Nathan startles, stutters over his words and pulls out, flustered saying "Yes - I - oh my - I'm so sorry let me get you a towel!"

The poor man is gone, dick flapping in the wind as he races for a clean towel, you burst into fits of giggles as Nathan rushes to fetch a towel, he's beet red and his brows furrowed as he dabs at your thighs. "Naughty Nathan" you tease still

Nathan shoots you a mock, apologetic glare as he continues to dab at the stickiness between your legs. "Stop it."

Which just makes you laugh harder.

You continue giggling, clutching your belly as you struggle to catch your breath. "Oh, Nathan," you choke out between fits of laughter, "you should see the look on your face!"

He doesn't see the humor in it, and a pout forms on his lips even as he fails to suppress a grin. His eyes are warm, his cheeks flushed, and his hair tousled. He looks irresistible like this.

"Are you done laughing at me?" His fingers have stilled their motion against the dampness of your thighs, but they remain where they are. He seems unwilling to move from this intimate closeness.

You let Nathan get dressed and fix yourself up for good measure