In it went, and for a moment Bob was dead certain he’d ejaculate again; he saw fireworks in his mind, he heard bells ringing inside his head. Laura’s legs were wrapped around his waist, assisting him on the thrusts, controlling the rhythm.
She caressed his back gently, kissing him on the neck; slowly, Bob gained some control over his body and excited for having saved himself from a second embarrassment, he pounded Laura with more bravado, driving his cock balls deep inside of her.
Laura’s moans in his ear increased his excitement even further; he kissed her on the lips passionately, still inside of her, still thrusting deep and slow. Gradually, Laura was overwhelmed with intense pleasure, too, still controlling his pounding with her legs; “like this, yes,” she whispered in his ear in a deep, low voice, then bit his earlobe and sucked on his neck.
“I’m not going to last much longer,” he admitted in a whisper; she locked him with her legs inside of her.
“Don’t worry, relax,” she smiled, then they kissed, with Bob all the way inside of her, not moving.
Still, his cock throbbed and pulsated, his body trembled; she softened the pressure on his back, but, he remained inside of her, horrified of moving. He kept kissing her, unwilling to stop, unwilling to change anything; wanting nothing but to freeze-frame the moment, to stay there forever.
Nothing, though, lasts longer than a second; Laura grinded her pussy, suddenly tightening her inner muscles’ grip around his cock. It was more than Bob could handle; he exploded inside of her, the head of his cock expanded inside of her and filled her with streams of hot semen.
Laura moaned louder, finally spreading her legs wide and leaning backwards on the couch; Bob, enraptured, pulled out and sat next to her, panting in exhaustion and sporting a wide, absentminded smile.
“How was it?” He asked in fear, but, received no reply.
Laura simply took hold of his hand and planted a soft kiss on his cheek; then, she rushed to the bathroom to piss. Bob wiped his cock clean with some paper towels and hurriedly got dressed.
“Are you leaving?” She raised her eyebrow, when she came back out to the living room, stark naked.
“I thought…” he tried to come up with some intelligible words to utter.
“Why don’t you sleep here? It’s late,” she sat back on the couch and drank the remaining wine from the bottle.
“Okay,” he said hesitantly and sat next to her.
They shared the last wine, until they both fell asleep on the couch; Laura still naked, Bob fully dressed.
“Coffee?” She asked him in the morning and poured him a cup.
He sat at the small metal table, right across of her, and they both lit a cigarette simultaneously.
“You know,” she said, her voice steady but low, “it was quite the fun night, huh?”
“Yeah,” he said and immediately his face brightened up. “It was really great!”
“Good to know…” she sighed heavily. “Bob,” she reached out across the table and sought his hand, “I hope you understand that… after last night, we can’t…”
“No, I don’t understand,” he said, flabbergasted, even though he understood perfectly well; and his heart had been viciously stabbed.