He Cums First

You'd been working me for an hour.

It started in the shower--your fingers first, slippery with soap, finding my clit already swollen and sensitive, circling with maddening patience while the hot water streamed over us. I was panting against the tile, my nipples hard and aching, my legs trembling, when you turned me around and dropped to your knees.

You ate me like that, standing, my thigh over your shoulder, your tongue flicking my clit--engorged, throbbing, peeking from its hood--while two fingers curled inside me, stroking my G-spot with firm, steady pressure. I came against your mouth, hard and fast, my hands fisting in your hair, my cry echoing off the tiles.

But you weren't done.

You dried me off slowly, worshipfully, your mouth finding my nipples--sucking, biting, rolling the hard peaks between your teeth until I was squirming, wet again, my clit pulsing despite the orgasm. You carried me to the bed, spread my legs wide, and settled between my thighs.

Your tongue was relentless. You licked long, slow strokes from my entrance to my clit, gathering my arousal, tasting me, your moans vibrating against my sensitive flesh. You sucked my clit between your lips, flicking it with the tip of your tongue, while your fingers returned to my G-spot--swollen now, sensitive, pulsing with blood. You stroked it in come-hither motions, pressing firm, building the pressure slowly, torturously.

"Please," I whimpered, my hips bucking against your mouth. "Please, I need you inside. Need to feel you filling me."

You rose over me, your cock thick and flushed, the head dark and swollen, veins standing out along the rigid shaft. You notched yourself against my entrance, slick and dripping, and pushed inside in one long, steady thrust.

The fullness made me gasp, my back arching off the bed. You were so deep, your pelvis grinding against my swollen clit with every stroke, your cock dragging against my G-spot, hitting that perfect place that made sparks explode behind my eyes. You fucked me slowly, deliberately, your hands pinning my wrists above my head, your mouth at my nipples--sucking hard, then soft, driving me insane.

I was climbing fast, my second orgasm building, my pussy gripping you in rhythmic pulses, my clit throbbing, my G-spot aching with every impact. You knew exactly how to angle your hips, how to grind against me, how to make me lose my mind.

But just as I was teetering on the edge, you stopped.

"Not yet," you whispered against my ear, your cock throbbing inside me, your breath hot. "I want to feel you come around me, but not yet."

You pulled out slowly, making me whimper at the loss, and flipped me over onto my stomach. You lifted my hips, positioned yourself at my entrance from behind, and slammed back into me--deep, hard, your pelvis slapping against my ass, your cock hitting my G-spot from this new angle with devastating precision.

I was screaming into the pillow, my nipples rubbing against the sheets with delicious friction, my clit aching and untouched, my G-spot being pounded relentlessly. You were fucking me with abandon now, your grip bruising on my hips, your cock like steel, swelling even thicker inside me.

That's when I made the decision.

"Wait," I gasped, pushing back against your hips, feeling you bottom out, your pelvis pressed against my ass, your cock pulsing deep inside me. "Stop. I want--" I paused to catch my breath, my pussy fluttering around your rigid length, feeling your heartbeat throbbing through your shaft. "This time you're going to cum first."

You laughed, breathless, your hands gripping my hips harder. "Is that right?"

"Yes." I squeezed my inner muscles around you, feeling you twitch inside me, your cock swelling even thicker at the challenge. "I'm going to make you lose control. And then--" I pulled off you slowly, feeling every vein drag against my sensitive walls, the loss of fullness making me whimper. I turned over onto my back, spreading my legs, presenting myself to you. "Then you're going to help me finish."

You groaned, your eyes fixed between my legs where I was spread open, wet and glistening, my clit swollen and throbbing, my nipples hard and aching. You crawled over me, positioning yourself at my entrance, and pushed back inside in one smooth stroke.

I cried out at the sudden fullness, my G-spot throbbing as you dragged against it, my clit aching and desperate. But this time, I took control. I wrapped my legs around your waist, my heels digging into your lower back, and started moving my hips in tight circles, squeezing my muscles around your shaft with every withdrawal, fucking you as much as you were fucking me.

"Not yet," I gasped, pushing at your chest. "On your back. I want to ride you."

You rolled over, pulling me with you, your cock still buried inside me. I settled onto my knees, straddling you, my hands braced against your chest. I started moving, slow rolls of my hips, grinding my swollen clit against your pelvis with every downward stroke, your cock pressing relentlessly against my G-spot.

I rode you like that for long minutes, watching your face, feeling you swell inside me, your breathing ragged, your thrusts losing their rhythm. I could feel you getting closer, your cock throbbing, your balls drawn up tight.

I pulled off you suddenly, making you groan at the loss, and scrambled down your body. I took your cock into my mouth immediately--thick, engorged, slick with my arousal, the head dark and swollen, pre-cum beading at the slit. I sucked hard, hollowing my cheeks, my hand wrapping around the base, twisting, stroking.

"Fuck," you groaned, your hands finding my hair, your hips bucking involuntarily. "Your mouth--so wet--so hot--"

I pulled back, stroking you fast and tight, watching your face. "Close?"

"So close," you gritted out, your jaw tight, your cock throbbing in my hand.

"Not yet." I climbed back up, positioning myself over you, and sank down onto your shaft in one fluid motion, taking you deep, my pussy gripping you tight.

I rode you hard now, my breasts bouncing, my nipples aching, my clit grinding against you with every stroke. You were gripping my hips, your fingers digging in, your cock pistoning up into me, hitting my G-spot with every thrust. I could feel you swelling impossibly thicker, your breathing ragged gasps, your muscles tense.

"Going to cum," you warned, your voice strained.

"Yes," I gasped, riding you faster, harder. "Cum inside me. I want to feel you explode. I want to feel you fill me up."

I kept fucking you through it, my hips slamming down onto yours, your cock buried deep, pressing against my swollen G-spot. You groaned--a guttural, animal sound--and then you were pulsing, your cock jerking inside me, thick ropes of hot cum flooding my pussy, filling me, coating my walls. I could feel each spasm, each throb, the warmth spreading deep inside me, your shaft pulsing against my G-spot as you emptied yourself.

You collapsed back against the pillows, chest heaving, your cock still twitching inside me, softening but still filling me. I stayed there for a moment, savoring the fullness, the wet heat of your release inside me, the ache of my own unfulfilled need.

Then I climbed off you slowly, feeling your cum spill out, dripping down my thighs, and reached over to the bedside table. I pulled out the dildo--thick, veined, molded from your cock when you were at your hardest, a perfect silicone replica.

You watched through hooded eyes as I settled back against the pillows, spreading my legs wide, your cum still leaking from my swollen pussy. I pressed the dildo against my entrance, slick with my arousal and your release, and slowly--teasingly--pushed it inside.

The fullness was immediate, delicious, pressing against my swollen G-spot in a way that made my back arch off the bed. I was so sensitive from being on edge, from being fucked and left wanting, from your cum coating my walls, that the sensation was almost overwhelming.

I started fucking myself slowly, shallow thrusts at first, my free hand finding my clit--engorged, throbbing, peeking out from its hood, slick with our combined arousal. I rubbed tight circles, gasping at the intensity, my hips bucking against my own hand.

"Help me," I whimpered, looking at you. "Please. I need you."

You stirred, rolling onto your side, crawling closer, your eyes fixed between my legs where the silicone cock disappeared into my cum-slicked pussy, where my fingers worked my clit. You settled beside me, your hand covering mine on the dildo, taking control of the thrusts.

"Like this?" you asked, your voice rough, and pushed the dildo deeper, angling it upward, dragging it against my front wall, through the wetness of your own release.

"Yes," I gasped, my head falling back, my nipples aching. "Harder. Hit my G-spot. Make me cum."

You took over completely, one hand working the dildo in deep, steady thrusts that massaged my swollen G-spot with every stroke, your other hand replacing mine on my clit--rubbing firm, tight circles that sent electricity shooting through my pelvis. I was panting, gasping, my hips bucking uncontrollably, my breasts bouncing, my nipples so hard they hurt, your cum leaking out around the dildo with every thrust.

"Look at you," you murmured, your voice reverent. "So close. Your pussy is gripping that cock so tight. Your clit is so swollen. Cum for me. Let go."

I was thrashing now, my head whipping side to side, my hands gripping the sheets, my heels digging into the mattress. The pleasure was building to an unbearable peak, my G-spot throbbing with every thrust of the dildo, my clit burning under your fingers, my nipples aching for touch. I was making sounds I'd never heard myself make--high, desperate, animal noises.

"Going to--oh god--I'm going to--"

"Scream," you commanded, your fingers working my clit faster, the dildo pounding my G-spot. "Let me hear you. Cum hard."

The orgasm crashed through me like a tsunami--starting deep in my core where the dildo pressed relentlessly against my G-spot, radiating outward in violent, wracking waves. I screamed, loud and unrestrained, my back arching completely off the bed, my pussy clamping down on the silicone cock in rhythmic, spasming contractions that seemed to go on forever, milking the dildo as if it were real. My clit throbbed, pulsed, sent shockwaves through my entire body. I thrashed, my hips bucking against your hand, my hands clawing at the sheets, my nipples aching with every spasm, your cum being forced out around the dildo with each contraction.

You kept working me through it, slowing the thrusts of the dildo but maintaining pressure on my G-spot, easing the circles on my clit as I became too sensitive, drawing out the orgasm until I was whimpering, trembling, tears streaming down my face from the intensity.

When I finally collapsed, boneless, trembling, my chest heaving, my pussy still fluttering around the dildo, you gently withdrew it and gathered me against your chest. I could feel your heartbeat against my back, your arms wrapped around me, your lips pressing against my sweaty temple. Your cum was still leaking from me, coating my thighs, marking me.

"Good?" you asked, your voice soft.

I could only nod, my voice gone, my body still twitching with aftershocks.

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I turned my head to look at the window, my eyes heavy-lidded, and saw him--the man from the balcony across the courtyard, the one who'd been watering his plants when we started, now standing frozen, his watering can suspended in the air, his mouth slightly open, his eyes fixed on our window, on my spread legs, on the glistening mess between my thighs.

I should have been embarrassed. I should have cared. But I was too sated, too thoroughly undone, too marked by your release inside me. I raised a trembling hand and gave him a small wave--a gesture of thanks, of acknowledgment. He set down his watering can slowly, raised his hand in return, and stepped back into his apartment, his lights going dark.

"Think he enjoyed the show?" you murmured against my hair.

I smiled, my eyes closing, my body still throbbing with the aftershocks of the most intense orgasm of my life, your warmth still deep inside me. "I think," I whispered, my voice hoarse, "we just made his entire year."

You laughed, your arms tightening around me, your softening cock pressed against my hip. "Ready for round two?"

I squeezed my thighs together, feeling the ache of well-used muscles, the lingering wetness of your cum, the ghost of the orgasm still making me twitch. "Give me five minutes," I said. "Then I want you to fuck me again--slow--and I want him to see every detail of you filling me up."

You groaned, your hips twitching against me. "You're going to be the death of me."

I smiled against your shoulder, already planning, already feeling the heat building again despite the exhaustion, your seed still warm inside me. "What a way to go."

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## *The Agreement*

We were already fucking when I made the decision.

You had me bent over the hotel room's plush armchair, my cheek pressed against the cool leather, my breasts hanging heavy and swaying with each of your thrusts. You'd been teasing me for an hour--fingers first, then your tongue, bringing me to the edge twice before you finally pushed inside me. I was soaked, dripping down my thighs, my clit swollen and throbbing, my G-spot already pulsing from your skilled fingers. You were fucking me with abandon now, your thick cock stretching me open, hitting that perfect spot deep inside that made my vision blur.

"Wait," I gasped, pushing back against your hips, feeling you bottom out, your pelvis pressed against my ass. "Stop. I want--" I paused to catch my breath, my pussy fluttering around your rigid length, feeling your heartbeat throbbing through your shaft. "This time you're going to cum first."

You laughed, breathless, your hands gripping my hips harder, your thumbs pressing into the dimples above my ass. "Is that right?"

"Yes." I squeezed my inner muscles around you, feeling you twitch inside me, your cock swelling even thicker at the challenge. "I'm going to make you lose control. And then--" I pulled off you slowly, feeling every vein drag against my sensitive walls, the loss of fullness making me whimper. "Then you're going to help me finish."

You groaned as I turned around, your cock springing free--engorged, flushed dark red, the head swollen and slick with my arousal, pre-cum beading at the slit. You were so hard your shaft pulsed visibly with your heartbeat, the thick ridge of your head standing out prominently. I dropped to my knees on the carpet, the fabric rough against my skin, and looked up at you.

"Watch me," I said, and took you into my mouth.

The taste of us--my salt-sweet arousal coating your shaft--filled my senses. You were hot and heavy on my tongue, the skin velvety soft over steel hardness. I sucked hard, hollowing my cheeks, my hand wrapping around the base where my lips couldn't reach. You were too thick to take fully, so I used my hand to stroke what my mouth couldn't cover, twisting my wrist, feeling the veins pulsing against my palm.

"Fuck," you groaned, your head falling back, your hands finding my hair. "Your mouth feels incredible. So wet. So hot."

I pulled back, letting your cock pop free from my lips with an obscene sound, strings of saliva connecting us. I stroked you slowly, admiring the view--your shaft glistening from my mouth, the head dark and swollen, your balls drawn up tight against your body. "Back inside me," I commanded, standing and turning, presenting myself to you again.

You didn't hesitate. You grabbed my hips and thrust into me in one smooth stroke, filling me completely, your pelvis slapping against my ass. I cried out at the sudden fullness, my G-spot throbbing as you dragged against it, my clit aching and untouched, building pressure that I forced myself to ignore. This was for you.

I started moving back against you, fucking you as much as you were fucking me, my hips rolling in tight circles, squeezing my muscles around your shaft with every withdrawal. I could feel you swelling inside me, getting harder, your thrusts losing their rhythm as the pleasure built.

"Not yet," I gasped, pulling off you again, turning quickly. I dropped back to my knees and swallowed you again, deeper this time, relaxing my throat, feeling your swollen head press against the back of my throat. You groaned loudly, your hands tightening in my hair, your hips bucking involuntarily. I sucked hard, my tongue swirling around your ridge, my hand cupping your balls, feeling them tight and heavy, ready to release.

I pulled back, stroking you fast and tight, watching your face. "You close?"

"So close," you gritted out, your jaw tight, your cock throbbing in my hand. "Your mouth--fuck--keep going."

"Not yet." I stood again, turning, bending over the chair. "Fuck me. Hard. But don't you dare cum."

You slammed into me, your grip bruising, your cock pistoning in and out of my slick heat. I could hear how wet I was, the obscene sounds of our joining filling the room, my arousal coating your shaft, dripping down my thighs. You were hitting my G-spot with every stroke, the pressure building in my core, my clit throbbing and neglected, but I forced myself to focus on your pleasure--on the way your breathing was ragged, your thrusts becoming erratic, your cock swelling impossibly thicker.

"Stop," I commanded again, pulling away, turning, dropping to my knees.

I took you into my mouth immediately, sucking hard, my hand working your shaft in tight, twisting strokes. I could taste more pre-cum now, bitter and salty, your balls drawn up tight, your shaft pulsing against my tongue. You were right there, teetering on the edge, your muscles tense, your breath coming in short gasps.

"Going to cum," you warned, your voice strained, your hands gripping my head.

I pulled back just enough to speak, my hand still stroking you fast and tight. "Cum for me. I want to taste it. I want to feel you explode."

I took you deep again, sucking hard, my tongue pressed against the underside of your shaft, my hand milking your base. You groaned--a guttural, animal sound--and then you were pulsing, your cock jerking against my tongue, thick ropes of cum flooding my mouth, hot and salty. I swallowed greedily, stroking you through it, feeling each spasm, each throb, drawing out your orgasm until you were whimpering, sensitive, pushing at my shoulders.

I let you slip from my mouth, licking my lips, savoring the taste of you. You were still hard--semi-erect, flushed, sensitive--but I wasn't done with you yet.

I stood, walking to the bedside table, my thighs slick with my own arousal, my clit throbbing and swollen, my G-spot aching from the pounding, my nipples hard and aching points against my chest. I opened the drawer and pulled out the dildo--thick, veined, molded from your cock when you were at your hardest, a perfect silicone replica that never softened.

You were collapsed in the armchair, chest heaving, watching me through hooded eyes as I climbed onto the bed, settling back against the pillows, spreading my legs wide. The window was open behind me, the curtains tied back, the night air cool on my overheated skin. I didn't care who could see. I needed to finish.

I pressed the dildo against my entrance, slick with my own copious arousal, and slowly--teasingly--pushed it inside. The fullness was immediate, delicious, pressing against my swollen G-spot in a way that made my back arch off the bed. I was so sensitive from being on edge, from being fucked and left wanting, that the sensation was almost overwhelming.

I started fucking myself slowly, shallow thrusts at first, my free hand finding my clit--engorged, throbbing, peeking out from its hood. I rubbed tight circles, gasping at the intensity, my hips bucking against my own hand.

"Help me," I whimpered, looking at you. "Please. I need you."

You stirred, rolling off the chair, crawling onto the bed, your eyes fixed between my legs where the silicone cock disappeared into my pussy, where my fingers worked my clit. You settled beside me, your hand covering mine on the dildo, taking control of the thrusts.

"Like this?" you asked, your voice rough, and pushed the dildo deeper, angling it upward, dragging it against my front wall.

"Yes," I gasped, my head falling back, my nipples aching. "Harder. Hit my G-spot. Make me cum."

You took over completely, one hand working the dildo in deep, steady thrusts that massaged my swollen G-spot with every stroke, your other hand replacing mine on my clit--rubbing firm, tight circles that sent electricity shooting through my pelvis. I was panting, gasping, my hips bucking uncontrollably, my breasts bouncing, my nipples so hard they hurt.

"Look at you," you murmured, your voice reverent. "So close. Your pussy is gripping that cock so tight. Your clit is so swollen. Cum for me. Let go."

I was thrashing now, my head whipping side to side, my hands gripping the sheets, my heels digging into the mattress. The pleasure was building to an unbearable peak, my G-spot throbbing with every thrust of the dildo, my clit burning under your fingers, my nipples aching for touch. I was making sounds I'd never heard myself make--high, desperate, animal noises.

"Going to--oh god--I'm going to--"

"Scream," you commanded, your fingers working my clit faster, the dildo pounding my G-spot. "Let me hear you. Cum hard."

The orgasm crashed through me like a tsunami--starting deep in my core where the dildo pressed relentlessly against my G-spot, radiating outward in violent, wracking waves. I screamed, loud and unrestrained, my back arching completely off the bed, my pussy clamping down on the silicone cock in rhythmic, spasming contractions that seemed to go on forever. My clit throbbed, pulsed, sent shockwaves through my entire body. I thrashed, my hips bucking against your hand, my hands clawing at the sheets, my nipples aching with every spasm.

You kept working me through it, slowing the thrusts of the dildo but maintaining pressure on my G-spot, easing the circles on my clit as I became too sensitive, drawing out the orgasm until I was whimpering, trembling, tears streaming down my face from the intensity.

When I finally collapsed, boneless, trembling, my chest heaving, my pussy still fluttering around the dildo, you gently withdrew it and gathered me against your chest. I could feel your heartbeat against my back, your arms wrapped around me, your lips pressing against my sweaty temple.

"Good?" you asked, your voice soft.

I could only nod, my voice gone, my body still twitching with aftershocks. I turned my head to look at the window, my eyes heavy-lidded, and saw him--the man from the balcony across the courtyard, the one who'd been watering his plants when we started, now standing frozen, his watering can suspended in the air, his mouth slightly open, his eyes fixed on our window.

I should have been embarrassed. I should have cared. But I was too sated, too thoroughly undone. I raised a trembling hand and gave him a small wave--a gesture of thanks, of acknowledgment. He set down his watering can slowly, raised his hand in return, and stepped back into his apartment, his lights going dark.

"Think he enjoyed the show?" you murmured against my hair.

I smiled, my eyes closing, my body still throbbing with the aftershocks of the most intense orgasm of my life. "I think," I whispered, my voice hoarse, "we just made his entire year."

You laughed, your arms tightening around me, your softening cock pressed against my hip. "Ready for round two?"

I squeezed my thighs together, feeling the ache of well-used muscles, the lingering wetness, the ghost of the orgasm still making me twitch. "Give me five minutes," I said. "Then I want to try that again--but slower. And I want him to see every detail."

You groaned, your hips twitching against me. "You're going to be the death of me."

I smiled against your shoulder, already planning, already feeling the heat building again despite the exhaustion. "What a way to go."