Eighteen

It wasn't uncomfortable after, nor was it the same as before. After I cleaned his cum from my stomach and slipped into some new clothes, we returned to the couch in silence. I turned on the television, thankful that the television guide was what pulled back up instead of the website we had been watching before. I don't think I was ready to handle that so soon after what we had just done.

The blanket of sexual tension between us only seemed to grow thicker until I could no longer focus on the show playing in front of us.

I was wildly sore from his large size while he sat next to me hard as Hell, ready to go another round. It was obvious that when we got to that 'next time' that he promised, it wouldn't just be one and done. I had a feeling he was more of an all-night kind of demon. I wasn't even sure if I wanted tonight to be over so soon myself.

I felt like I had just gotten a taste of him, and I was ready for the entrée.

My fingers ran over the couch cushion next to me, feeling holes