Too Late

Angie took the last sip from her glass of red wine. "Dan, that was a fantastic dinner. You really outdid yourself."

"Thanks, honey. I really wanted to make you something special since you've been so busy this week with that new project at work and everything. And besides, it's gonna be our first weekend in the new apartment." He smiled. His glass was empty, too.

"Don't be silly. You've been so busy with work, too. I hardly got to see you all week..." Angie trailed off.

"Yeah. But we've got the whole weekend off to enjoy. You still want to take that hike tomorrow?"

"Of course! But we really should finish unpacking first," Angie said with a half smile.

"That's a problem for next week." Dan beamed her a twenty-watt grin, and she couldn't help but break out in a smile, too.

The two sat in silence for a while, gazing at one another. The plates sat empty on the table between them, long since cleaned off. The candles burned low.

After a while, Angie sighed, scooted out her chair, and said, "Alright, I guess I really need to get started on these dishes."

"Let me help."

"Don't be silly, you did all the cooking!"

Still, Dan followed her back to the kitchen, carrying plates.

"I've got my work cut out for me," Angie said. "Boy, you sure got this baked into the pot!" She laughed.

"I'm so sorry for making you a gigantic, delicious meal. I'm an awful boyfriend," Dan teased. He started moving pots and pans toward the sink so Angie wouldn't have to turn around toward the stove to grab them.

Angie turned on just the little light above the sink, then got to scrubbing. She hummed a little tune to herself and swayed gently from side to side as she worked. The sink filled up with suds.

Dan couldn't help but stare at his girlfriend. After all the drama of moving, five long days at the office, and a dozen other tiny stressors, he was finally here in his new home with Angie. Suddenly, it was all worth it just to be with her. He was mesmerized by how the light framed the edges of her thick, black hair, held in a low ponytail. She had on a white blouse and blue jeans--Casual Friday--and he knew that every guy in the office probably stared at her hips in those jeans. He was one lucky man.

Dan stepped forward and kissed the top of her head. "Hey, you," he said softly.

Angie just kept humming, but he knew she was smiling. He couldn't pick up the tune she was humming. For all her virtues, Angie wasn't a very good singer.

He reached around her from behind and laced his arms around her waist. She felt so soft, so warm, so familiar. They'd been together two years, and he knew her pretty well by now--body and soul.

A train rumbled by their second-story window, breaking him out of his reverie. "Shit!"

"What?" Angie turned her head.

"I forgot to blow out the candles!"

Angie's warm laugh followed him out of the kitchen as he raced to the dining room. Then he came back, and Angie said, "Why don't you put some music on?"

Dan grabbed his Bluetooth speaker from the top of the fridge and fiddled around on his phone. Then he put on a playlist of old songs that they both liked.

Angie started to sing along tunelessly. She knew all the words. Dan couldn't help but smile--he loved to see her so happy. He came up behind her again and rested his hands on her wide hips, his chin on her shoulder. He hummed along, slightly more in tune. Angie kept swaying, and he swayed along with her, brushing up against her butt.

They sang along to a couple more songs, and then one came on that Angie didn't know as well. She swayed along silently for about half the song, and then she said, "You know, I've never had a place to myself before, just me or just me and my partner. It's always been family, and then roommates in college, and then more roommates after college."

"Me either," Dan said. "I had to share a room with two of my little brothers growing up. God, that was the worst."

"And you lived in a frat house in college. And then you had all those crazy roommates."

"Yup," Dan said. "It's so nice to have this place to just me and you."

It wasn't a big or fancy apartment, but they had a kitchen, a bathroom with a real tub, a bedroom with a queen sized bed, and a living room that doubled as the dining room. And it was all for them.

Dan held his girlfriend closer and kissed her on the side of her neck. She stiffened up a bit. "Oh! Hello, you," Angie said. She stopped the water running, then turned around and kissed him.

God, did she ever feel nice. Her lips were so plush, and she tasted like cherry lip gloss. Before he knew it, he had his hands in her hair, pulling her mouth closer to his. He pressed her up against the sink, crushing her breasts between them. Here they were, grown adults making out in the kitchen like teenagers. But now they had the place all to themselves. His dick swelled, making his slacks almost painfully tight, and he rubbed it against her pelvis.

Angie was bracing herself against the kitchen counter. She still had on her rubber gloves. Finally, she broke off from the kiss. "Wow," she said, a little out of breath. "Hold on. I still need to finish these dishes. It'll be like ten minutes."

Dan rolled his eyes. That was so Angie--she had a task, and she needed it done. He halfheartedly wiped off the stove and countertop, then he went right back to Angie, holding her waist from behind. He ground himself against her. He was so hard he thought he'd pop--he'd barely even had time to jack off this week.

For her part, Angie ground back, rubbing her ass against him. She had a nice, big butt and hips, and she knew just how to put them to use.

"Hey," Angie said, "remember that time I went to your apartment after college--when you lived with that guy Ronnie on the east side--and we joked about fucking on the kitchen counter?"

Dan laughed. "Oh, my God. I almost forgot about that."

"Obviously we couldn't do it then because you had a roommate. But now, I don't know..."

"You want me to fuck you on the kitchen counter."

"I want you to fuck me on the kitchen counter." Angie grinned.

"Alright, what the hell. Not like anybody is gonna walk in on us," Dan said.

"Just let me finish these dishes and I'm yours."

"Of course." Dan rolled his eyes again, but all the while he was smiling.

They spent the next few minutes grinding, swaying to side to side along with the music. Dan sang the lyrics under his breath, low and soft, into Angie's ear. His stubble rubbed against her neck, making her shiver.

All the while, Angie was thinking. She'd been super horny all day and all of yesterday. She knew why, of course. She'd been busy. She hadn't had any time with her boyfriend all week. And, oh yeah, she was ovulating.

Angie didn't use any form of birth control. She got migraines, and the pill made them worse. While Angie could've tried another method, she didn't really trust doctors. She preferred to track her cycle and use condoms during her fertile window. That way, she figured, her fertility was completely in her hands.

Angie wasn't stupid--she knew that cycle tracking came with a high risk of unintended pregnancy. But she was very scrupulous in monitoring her cycle. In addition to the calendar on the wall, she tracked physical changes in her body: vaginal discharge, the position of her cervix, and the texture of the mucus on her cervix.

That morning, she'd woken up to find a glob of gooey, clear discharge in her panties. When she'd reached inside herself to check, her cervix felt soft and far back in her pussy, as if it was waiting to accommodate a hard cock. When she'd touched her cervix, her fingers came away with stringy, sticky, clear mucus like raw egg white. All of these signs told her that she was very fertile. In addition, her wall calendar indicated ovulation today.

All this meant was that she needed to use a condom. As long as she used a condom and it didn't snap, she would be perfectly fine.

Angie finished scrubbing the last dish and put it on the drying rack. She pulled off her gloves and reached back to kiss her man. Dan locked his lips with hers, and all thoughts of safety got pushed to the back of her mind.

Dan turned Angie around and pressed her against the sink, kissing her hungrily. She smelled so good--not like soap or perfume or shampoo, but like Angie. Just the smell of her skin was intoxicating. He just had to have her again after so long.

Angie held onto the counter and spread her legs just a bit, letting him rub his bulge against her. Dan gripped her waist, her back. Her broad hips made for excellent handholds.

Dan finally pulled back, breathless. Angie reached down to undo his pants. His dick immediately formed a tent in his briefs, pressing toward her. She skated her fingertips over it, and Dan's breath hitched. She knew just how to touch him. Then she pulled his dick free of his underwear, spat on her hand, and started rubbing it firmly.

Dan couldn't help it--he moaned. His body tensed up as her expert hands worked on him. He felt pleasure building up in him, and he ached. He needed more.

He started undoing her blouse, and she pulled it off. She was left in her jeans and a T-shirt bra. Her breasts pressed together in the middle, and he found himself unable to look away from her cleavage. Her tits looked so soft. So did her stomach, which rounded gently just over her waistband. They weren't called love handles for nothing--Dan loved holding them.

Angie took off her bra, letting her breasts bounce free. Her brown areolae came to stiff points. Her nipples were hard with arousal. Dan rubbed them with his fingers, both at once, eliciting squeaks from Angie as she undid her jeans. Soon her jeans were around her ankles, and he was rubbing his spit-slick dick against the front of her panties.

"Hold on," Angie said. Dan pulled back, and she pulled her jeans and panties all the way off. Then she sat up on the kitchen counter, letting her feet dangle off the edge. "Ooh! That's cold." She giggled. She felt a little self-conscious, sitting buck naked on the kitchen counter. The blinds were still open behind her, and even though it was dark out, someone still might see her bare back.

Dan stared at his girlfriend in the glow of the electric light. Her hair was coming loose in the ponytail, and he had the urge to pull the hair tie out so it'd fall in waves around her shoulders. Angie's soft, narrow shoulders gave way to full breasts, capped with hard brown nipples. Her soft waist tapered in, and her wide hips flared out. He wanted to kiss her from head to toe, lick her, squeeze her til she moaned. And to top it all off, she was smiling shyly at him. Dan would never get enough of staring at his girlfriend.

Angie pulled one leg up onto the counter, bent at the knee. Her stomach creased to accommodate the change. But he wasn't looking at her stomach--Dan had his eyes pinned between her legs as her bush parted to reveal a glistening vulva. He wanted to get on his knees and start licking, then bury himself up to the hilt inside her. His cock throbbed, desperately needing pressure, sensation, release.

Dan stripped his clothes off. He stood there naked, his hard cock sticking up. "Oh my God, Angie," he said. He took a couple steps toward her. Every step made his dick bounce.

"Wait--wait," Angie said, closing her legs. "It's not a safe day. We need to use a condom."

Dan couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. After a long week, he wanted to feel his girlfriend skin-to-skin. Sex with a condom felt great, but fucking her raw and feeling her drip all over his dick felt exquisite. "Hold on, I think there's some in the bedroom," he said.

Dan practically sprinted to the bedroom, opened the nightstand drawer, and rifled through it til he found the box of condoms. It was empty. He shook it, looked inside, but the facts did not change. Dan looked elsewhere in the drawer and around the bedroom, but he knew these were all the condoms they had. They'd just been so busy this week that they'd forgotten to restock.

Dan walked back to the kitchen. Angie was lazily fingering herself, letting a fingertip roll over her clit, then dart inside her pussy. Her eyes were half-closed, her mouth slightly parted.

"Honey?" Dan said, snapping Angie out of her reverie. "We're all out."

Angie stopped touching herself. "Shit."

Dan looked at the clock on the oven. "It's not too late. I could run out to the convenience store and get some more." He pictured himself jamming his boner back into his pants, getting his keys and wallet, driving to the store just to buy some condoms. Ugh.

Angie was silent for a second, debating. She knew it wasn't safe. They needed that condom. But then he'd have to get dressed, and hide his boner, and leave, and then drive out and come back maybe twenty minutes later if he really hurried... it would ruin the moment. She knew there weren't any spares in her purse or anywhere else, just that stash in the bedroom. Angie could just finish him off with a blowjob and ask him to finger her... but she didn't want that. Angie wanted to lose control, to get fucked. She needed him inside her as deep as he could get. Part of her knew that this was just biology, programming her to get screwed so she could get pregnant and carry on the species. But knowing that didn't help. She wanted it--wanted him, needed him.

Finally, Angie came to a perhaps less than safe decision. In fact, it was downright risky.

"Okay," Angie said, taking a deep breath. "You can fuck me. But you have to pull out."

Dan blinked. "Are you sure?"

"I am, so long as you can pull out."

Dan thought for a moment. Him and his college girlfriend had used the pull-out method. He'd gotten pretty good at it. That was years ago, though, and he didn't know if he'd still be able to do it.

"Okay," Dan said, "I can. But only if you're sure."

"Just this once." Angie spread her legs a little further apart and beckoned to him.

Dan took a couple steps forward and positioned himself between her legs. He was pretty tall, so his cock and balls were above the counter, level with Angie's waiting pussy. He rubbed the head of his dick against her folds. She was so wet. He wanted nothing more than to plunge all the way inside right away, but he took his time.

Dan leaned forward to kiss Angie again. He placed his hand on her wide hips and kept rubbing the tip of his dick against her wet pussy. He ground against her clit, and she moaned into his mouth. She strapped her arms across his broad shoulders.

He grabbed her hips and pulled gently. Angie got the hint and scooted forward until her ass was on the edge of the counter. Her hips were soft under his hands; his fingers dug into them.

Dan realigned his cock with the entrance to her pussy and gently slipped the head inside. She moaned encouragement, bucking her hips against him. He thrust again, getting almost all the way to the base of his cock. Her pussy welcomed him in, parting for him, then squeezing tight like she didn't want to let him go.

Then he pulled back just a bit and buried himself up to the hilt inside her. She moaned into his mouth, and he sighed softly.

Dan had never fucked her raw while she was fertile before. Angie felt so good. Her pussy was buttery soft and slick, squeezing down hard on his cock. She felt like a tight little cup of warm honey wrapped around him. He hadn't fucked her in a week, but he was pretty sure she felt even better than normal.

"Oh, Angie," Dan moaned, pulling back from the kiss. He looked down at her. Her eyes had fluttered shut in pleasure. Her mouth was all red from kissing. Dan remembered that she hadn't had sex all week, either--she needed this just as much as he did.

Dan probably could've stayed inside of her for hours like that, just basking in the sensation of her pussy wrapped around his cock. But he needed to come. And from the looks of it, she did, too.

Dan pulled back and started to thrust. Because of the angle with the countertop, and because he was tall but not that tall, Dan had to thrust up and in rather than in and out. It drove Angie wild. She started gasping, then she started moaning. She let go of his back and braced herself, leaning back on her hands.

Dan watched her tits bounce with every thrust he made. Her mouth was open like a red flower, letting out high-pitched moans every time he bottomed out inside her. Stray hairs flew out of her ponytail, flying around her shoulders and face. She kept her legs spread wide open for him.

Looking at her turned him on so much. He wanted so badly to fuck her like a jackrabbit and dump the contents of his balls inside her. The way she squeezed and creamed on his cock, you'd think she wanted him to fill her up.

"Dan, you feel so good," Angie moaned. "God, you're perfect."

Dan just smiled. He was getting a little out of breath from fucking her like this, but he didn't want to show it. Sweat started to break across his forehead.

"Oh, God." Angie threw her head back, showing the angle of her neck, her perfect jawline. "Dan, honey, I'm so close." She rocked back against him, trying to meet his every thrust.

"Come for me," Dan said.

"Please," Angie whined. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me--don't stop, just don't stop--"

Angie's voice rose in pitch, and her words started to run together. Then she broke into a low, guttural moan. Her hips jerked against his, and her knuckles turned nearly white as she clenched her hands against the countertop. Her thighs squeezed against Dan on either side. Even her toes twitched.

Best of all, Angie's pussy pulsed rhythmically, squeezing and releasing on reflex. It was a primitive response meant to bring her partner to orgasm inside of her. Her body wanted to coax him into releasing millions of sperm into her reproductive tract.

Dan felt the squeezing as pure ecstasy. Her moans were music to his ears, bringing him greater and greater pleasure. It was all he could do not to come inside her. He waited until her orgasm was done, and then he pulled out, resting his cock on her stomach.

Angie looked up at him, eyes glazed. "Done already?" she asked. There was a hint of disappointment in her voice.

"No, I just need a minute," Dan said. His cock was rock hard, the veins sticking out. He rubbed it against her clit, and she shivered in pleasure.

Angie lay there, gasping, for a few moments more. Dan stood over her, also gasping for breath.

He leaned down to kiss and suck at the skin on her chest, then took each nipple into his mouth one by one. Angie moaned aloud. Unwittingly, she ground her slick pussy against the base of his dick.

Finally, Dan had stalled enough. He slipped back inside her and bottomed out in a single thrust. He'd loosened her up a little bit. She cried out. He started fucking her again.

She spread her legs on the kitchen counter as wide as they would go. Angie felt like a cheap whore, getting fucked raw with the blinds open where anybody could see her. At least they couldn't see her face, her wanton desperation. Part of her wanted him to fill her up, to feel him shake on top of her as he lost control. But that wasn't possible. In a few days, yes, it would be alright. But she couldn't afford to let him fill her up tonight.

Angie was still sensitive from her last orgasm, and every thrust made her shiver just a bit. Dan knew her body well, and he knew the surefire way to give her another orgasm. He let one of her hips free and reached between her legs to play with her clit. Her little nub was hard, sticking straight out. Dan rubbed it with his thumb every time he thrust all the way inside her. He buried his dick inside her, nearly kissing her cervix, and then he rubbed her clit, and her pussy gave him a little squeeze. It felt heavenly. He knew he couldn't last much longer.

Angie started moaning again. Her cries became closer and closer together as he fucked her faster and faster. Pretty soon, he was just rubbing her clit in quick circles without respect to his thrusts. The dual stimulation overwhelmed her, and she came a second time, crying out his name. Dan groaned as her pussy squeezed him again and again.

Angie came down from her orgasm, gasping. Sweat glazed her forehead. Her hair was a mess. She was wide open and vulnerable and perfect. Dan had never loved her so much.

Dan felt himself starting to get close. His pleasure overwhelmed the exhaustion in his muscles. He needed to feel every inch of her silky slick pussy against his cock. He was in heaven. He started to thrust deeper, shallow little thrusts right against her cervix. Dan felt it rising up inside him. Just a little more, he thought, just another minute, and I'll pull out.

"Dan," Angie said. She sat further up on her hands. "Dan--ohh." At this angle, he was rubbing against her clit on every thrust. "Dan, you gotta pull out."

Dan moaned low in his throat. I'm really getting close, he thought. I don't know how long I can last.

"Dan!"

Dan had tunnel vision. His eyes were shut tight. He pictured his cock thrusting in and out of her tight little pussy, pictured her orgasming, pictured his cock head pressed up against the entrance to her womb. She felt so, so good. He hadn't come in days. He was so close.

"Dan, pull out!" Angie cried.

Dan heard her--too late. His vision went white. He rolled his head back and started to moan as he came. His cock jerked, and the first spurt of cum hit the back of her pussy, right on her cervix.

I have to pull out. Oh shit.

It was nearly impossible. It would feel so good to leave it in and just empty the contents of his balls inside her fertile pussy. Every fiber of his DNA and every instinct compelled him to stay inside.

Dan pulled out--too late. As he drew back, his balls squeezed again, and another spurt of semen landed inside her pussy. Millions of sperm started swimming inside her, hunting for her egg.

Then he pulled free, thrust, ground his cock hard against her vulva and her clit. The last jets of cum fell in white ropes on her belly. His cock jumped with each one.

Dan gasped over Angie, his hands still on either hip. Her pussy started to leak. One or two beads of cum dripped out.

Angie looked down in shock at the cum on her belly, her leaking pussy. She knew full well that all it took was one single sperm cell. Just the tiniest bit of fertile semen, and she'd be knocked up.

She dipped a finger into her pussy. It was too slick. She tasted it--a mix of Dan's cum and her juices.

"Dan, how could you?" she asked.

Dan was still struggling for breath. His cock started to go limp. "Can't you just take the morning after pill?"

"The pill only works if you aren't already ovulating, you idiot." She buried her face in her hands.

Still, they tried. Dan drove her to the pharmacy, and they picked up some Plan B. Just as Angie predicted, however, it failed. The pill could only delay ovulation, not reverse it. Within a few hours, one of Dan's sperm found her egg, and Angie missed her next period. Within a few months, she was showing, and she switched out her normal work clothes for maternity wear to accommodate her baby bump.

The pair became parents far sooner than they'd intended to. But at least now Dan could fill Angie up whenever he wanted.