I have to stop

"When do I get my present?" he asked. "I'm meeting the girls for drinks tonight, maybe afterwards?" I replied.

A couple hours later, I sent him a text asking if he was still awake. "I'm going to bed. Just wake me up when you get here." "Do you still want me to come?" "That's the goal!"

When I got there, the house was dark. I tiptoed through the kitchen, so that my heels clicking on the kitchen floor didn't wake up his roommates. I slipped though his bedroom door, and climbed onto his bed.

I undressed, but left on the panty hose. I climbed into bed. 'Mmmm...I thought I smelled you." I lay my head on the pillow looking at him look at me. His hand traced down my face and neck. His fingers lightly caressed my breasts circling my nipples but never touching them. His hand slowly moved down to my thigh. "What the hell? You left your panty hose on?"

"Yeah, I wasn't in the mood to take them off," I smiled. "How am I supposed to get inside you if you have pantyhose on?" I didn't answer, i just grabbed his hand and placed it between my legs. "Crotchless? I've only seen these in movies," he laughed. "Then you and I should go lingerie shopping sometime. They have all kind of fun things out there now."

His fingers started rubbing circles around my clit. He knew which spots to hit. He knew how I liked to be touched.

When my pussy was dripping, he climbed on top of me and pushed his hard cock deep inside. The intensity was almost blinding. He was trying to prove a point, but I wasn't catching yet. He lifted my legs to his shoulders. He tried his point again.

After 30 minutes of hard fucking, he flipped me over. I felt him enter me from behind. His hand reached around to massage my clit while. He slammed and pounded. He wanted me to scream before he finished. I begged him to fuck me harder. He held me tight so that I didn't ram my head into the wall.

I started to hear the sound in his throat he makes when he's ready to cum. I love that I can make him vocal. He has bragged in the past about how I am louder than him. Tonight, I'm proving different. As he is thrusting from behind, I squeeze tight my muscles.

"Damn you, I'm not going to last. Stop."
"No. Tonight, you scream my name." I laughed.

Within minutes, he was pumping harder, moaning louder. And then he froze. His muscles tightened. His breathing stopped. Then everything in him released. He collapsed on top of me, unable to support his own weight. And he screamed my name.

After we cleaned up, and I dressed, I lay on the bed looking at him. "I'm feel bad that you didn't..."
"Don't." I interrupted. "I did on the way here. It helps to have toys."
"You used a toy on the way here? Why even come then?"
"I wanted to share. I didn't think I'd have any trouble Besides I wanted to give you your present, I just forgot. So you'll get it another time."
"What did I do wrong tonight? You've never not had an orgasm with me, have you?"
"No, actually I haven't. Tonight wasn't about me, it was about you. Now go to sleep."

He looked at me and closed his eyes. I was worried about him. He hasn't been sleeping well for a few months. I rubbed my fingers across his forehead and down his temple.

"Just sleep." I kissed his cheek and crept out of the room.

Why did I lie to him? It wasn't that I couldn't reach orgasm, he didn't do it for me tonight. Why was I worried about his feelings? Why did I care if he got sleep?

Things are getting too serious. I need to step away. I can't go back there.

"Hey," he called out after me, "call me tomorrow."

Fuck.