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He pushed her legs apart, spat in his hand, and moistened her. Then he pulled on her hips to plant himself against her opening. "How hard do you want it?"
"Not hard enough for us to need to go to the emergency room."
"No." He pushed until her tissues parted to accept him, and then advanced until he tickled her cervix. "I could give you a good pounding from this position."
"Go ahead."
He held her by the pelvis to show her the rhythm he wanted. When he found her clit with his hand, she pushed back hard to meet his thrusts. She shifted her weight so every stroke made her nipples scrape deliciously on the bottom sheet. "Harder," she moaned. He increased speed and force until her buttocks made obscene slapping noises against him. "Yes, like that!" she hissed.
A growl was his answer as he drove himself again and again into her hot wetness. The first signs of his orgasm made him thrust deeper still, until he pushed forcefully on her cervix. She cried out as he swelled and spilled inside her.
When he felt himself deflate, he withdrew. Her bruised opening closed to try to trap their combined mess. He dismounted, released her, and pulled her shaking body into his arms.
"Oh my," she whispered against his neck. "That was fun."
"Yeah."
"Guess we should clean up again."
"Probably."
They lay in silence, calming their breathing, until she said, "I'm too tired to move."
He stroked her hair where it spilled onto his chest. "Me too."
"You're helping me change the bedding in the morning."
"Uh huh," he muttered.
She burrowed against him for the night.
He was in his boxer shorts making coffee when she stumbled downstairs in her robe. "Morning, sleepyhead!"
"How can you be so cheerful? It's before noon," she grumbled.
"There was no 'good' in my greeting. I know you're not a morning person."
She grunted, "Coffee."
He poured a mug for her, black and strong, the way she liked it. "Careful. It's hot."
"Duh." She sipped greedily. "Ah, good. Think I'll live."
He fixed a mug for himself and sat across from her at her tiny table to watch.
Eventually she looked up. "What?"
"A woman always looks her best when she first wakes up."
"You're kidding, right?" She rubbed her sleep-swollen eyes. "Look at my hair. I didn't do anything with it yet. Brushed my teeth and peed. That's it."
"No, I'm not kidding. Right now you remind me of the way you looked when I'd stop by your dorm to make sure you were awake for class as an undergrad. The way you look after chick-flick night now. It's those times when I think of you as a woman."
"As a woman?"
"Instead of as my best friend."
She gave a naughty smirk. "Are you trying to tell me something?"
"You made a reference last night to the shower."
"Ah yes, that we'd fuck in it some time." She gulped her last swallow of coffee and stood. "Morning person or not, now sounds good."
He forced himself not to touch her or his cock as he watched her bathe. He was okay through the shampoo and conditioner, through watching her with her facial scrub and body wash. His penis screamed in his brain for attention when she lathered her breasts and belly and then rinsed them. When she started washing her groin, he grabbed the cloth from her and knelt.
"Oh. Thank you."
"No problem," he answered. He spread her legs, parting her folds to clean her well. She wriggled when he scrubbed gently at her anus.
She handed him the detachable shower head. "Rinse me."
He grinned. "You don't just use this to rinse, do you?"
"You're going to tell me you don't play in the shower? You look like you need to right now."
"Of course I jerk off in the shower." He turned the shower head adjustment to 'fast pulse' and aimed at her clit.
Through clenched teeth she hissed, "When I'm done with you, you won't need to jerk off."
After she recovered, she bathed him. When he was clean, she took his straining cock in her hands and licked it like an ice cream treat. "Let me know when you're close," she said, smiling with her gray eyes as her tongue and hands worked him. "Because I don't want a liquid breakfast. I said we were going to FUCK in the shower, remember?"
"Uh huh. Stand up."
She did, and he crushed her body to his, kneading her buttocks with his hands as they kissed. His cock throbbed against her belly.
"How much do you weigh?" he asked.
"Excuse me?"
He laughed. "Oops. I was thinking about holding you up – you know, your back against the wall, your ass in my hands, your legs wrapped around me."
"Damn you, Ben, look at me! You know I'm not that heavy." She grasped her wrists behind his neck to help him lift her, and they moved to the wall. He pinned her there, and she used one hand to seat him in her entrance. Her ankles and wrists hooked behind him. "Fuck me."
He surprised himself with how long he lasted. She moved easily for him, responding to every subtle change he made in his movements and initiating some of her own. Her fingernails dug into his back with her climax, but they didn't break stride. "Don't cum inside me this time."
"Why not?"
"I want to see you do it for me," she breathed. "When you're ready, put me down and let me finish you."
A few moments later he lifted her off him and backed away.
She knelt and took his raging manhood in her hands. "This is so cool." She stroked him in rhythm with the natural movement of his hips. "Cum for me." She aimed him at her breasts and squealed her delight when he decorated them.
He watched, mesmerized for a moment by the shower spray struggling to rinse her clean. Then he helped her to her feet and watched as she washed the evidence away.
"The water's getting cold. Let's dry off." She wrung out her wet hair with her hands.
After helping each other with their towels, he dressed in yesterday's clothes. "That damn paper won't write itself."
She pulled fresh panties and a tee from her bureau. "Remember? You're helping me change the sheets before you go."
He carried the used linens to her washing machine. "Should I start a load?"
"I'll do it. I should go to the store and try to get some sleep later since I'm on that damn graveyard shift tonight."
He followed her to the kitchen. "You know, I'm going to stare at your ass a lot now." He fondled it lightly through her panties. "Never paid that much attention to it when you wear scrubs."
"Don't you dare get into a debate with ambulance driver Rich about what I'm wearing under them."
He gripped her ass harder. "What DO you wear under your scrubs?"
"It depends." She pulled away and turned to face him. "Cute, practical panties, usually. Sometimes I run out."
"Oh?"
"Guess you'll have to figure out when that is."
"We don't work together that often."
"On Thursday we will," she teased. "I don't plan on doing laundry till Friday."
"Let's hope Thursday is a slow night," he grinned.
"We're not a couple now, Ben."
"No. If we were a couple, I'd stay here to write my paper."
She laughed. "If we were a couple and you stayed here today, you wouldn't write your paper anyway."
"True. So, we're okay, you and I?" Ben asked.
"Being fuck buddies?"
"Told you I don't like that term, Alicia, but yes."
"It's perfect for us. Doesn't change a thing except for what we do sometimes when we're horny."
"Perfect for us now," he said. He gave her a friendly kiss and walked out the door.
"For now," she agreed.
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