It was slower this way, but no less intense. She could no longer gag him herself any more, so he had to take care to control his urges to moan, but he found himself concentrating to delay his climax, which put paid to his noise.
As he held her, driving into her from behind, it seemed such an intimate position, allowing him to be so close to her – really, just wiggling his hips a little to move within her tight pussy, rather than having to pound her. HIs hand slipped around to touch her breasts, and now she grabbed it, redirecting it down between her legs, where he could seek out her little clit even while he continued to penetrate her.
Then subtly, so well-controlled, she leaned back against his shoulder, her cheek nudging up against his, and she was whispering: “I’m coming again, Dylan! You’re making me come again…”
It wasn’t quite as strong as her previous ones, but just as beautiful, and the way her thighs clamped together, squeezing his manhood within her tight pussy, there was no way he could hold back this time.
As she shivered and shook, doing incredibly well to remain silent as the forceful climax washed over her, Dylan let himself go, his hot seed bubbling up and erupting deep within her.
*
Dylan awoke with the arrival of the first signs of sunlight, finding that Noelle was still sleeping beside him, snuggly spooned against him so that every breath was accented by her sweet perfume.
As the sun brought with it the new day, Dylan had the strangest feeling that he was waking up in a whole new world, as though at some point the previous night he had crossed over into a completely different universe, and now here he was in a place where he was no longer socially an average nobody.
In this new universe, he was the guy who had somehow forged the most unbelievable connection with the most beautiful girl from Marchmont High, and come to know what it must feel like to be truly in love.
In this place, he felt as though his eyes were truly open for the first time ever, so he could appreciate the wonder of the world and everything in it.
Yet in this world, he also had the slightly unnerving feeling that he was now vulnerable – that as magical as his experience with Noelle had been the previous night, there was no guarantee that by the cold light of day, she would want to see him again. Perhaps she acted that way with all the guys she dated – made them feel special, made them believe they were the only ones ever to make her come. Maybe he had only ever been a distraction for her, to keep her warm and occupied during the long wait in line for the Apple store.
He nuzzled gently into her, trying to hold out hope that everything had been genuine, that talk of a proper first date might actually turn into one.
Then, as he started to hear the occasional stirring from other people in the line, further away, Dylan realized that it might not look too good to other people if he was found lying virtually naked with Noelle in her sleeping bag. It wasn’t his own reputation he was worried about – he didn’t want Noelle to continue sleeping only to wake to pointing fingers and laughter at what she’d been up to overnight.