This place is only temporary while you’re laid over, thankfully, because I can hear every sound from every room down the hall. The super is in the room right beneath you and really likes when people follow the building rules, including no loud noise after dark. He also seems like a bit of a prude, and I don’t want to get you kicked out. I shouldn’t have come over, but I wanted, no, needed, to see you before you left town.
You guide me up the stairs, walking slowly to not make too much noise. I shut my door behind us and you’re already on the bed. You remind me we can’t be loud and I respond with a nod and a devilish grin. I take my pants off, lay down with you, and we start our usual make out session. Slow, calm, affectionate. I fully expect this to be how we spend the night, so I have to choke back a gasp when your fingers are firmly on my clit through my panties.
I haven’t had to stifle myself like this in a looooong time; I’ve forgotten how arousing it can be to restrain myself this way. Your fingers slip beneath my panties so quickly I barely realize you’re dipping into my wet pussy already. The self-control I show by not moaning as you glide a wet finger over my clit is truly remarkable, if I do say so myself.
I lose track of what my body is doing in response to your skillful touch as I focus on not moaning and gasping the way I want to. As I’m focusing on the hideous curtain pattern and constantly repeating “shhhhhhhh” to myself, I feel the first orgasm starting to wash over me. I dig my fingers into the sheets on one side and your thigh on the other. I realize I’ve been scooting up the bed as my head falls back over the edge.
You stroke my clit more slowly and softly as I slide back down the bed to where I started this little experiment. I kiss you deeply and whisper “one more” against your cheek. You slip two fingers into my still-throbbing pussy and glide my cum up my lips to cover my clit. You keep your motions slow and deliberate this time. I can feel your eyes boring through my skull as I intentionally don’t look at you.
Eye contact with you in this moment would absolutely lead me to doing something that would get you kicked out of this place immediately. So I focus my eyes on the ceiling tiles, trying to count them in every direction, but after about 6, I lose count, my entire body convulsing under your fingers and biting my lips to keep quiet. I breathe deeply to control myself, reminding myself not to moan. You keep the pressure on my clit as I come down from my second orgasm, gently kissing my temple and whispering, ‘that was so amazingly sexy.’
I roll over and throw my leg over your hip, making sure to situate my wet, throbbing pussy against the tip of your hard cock. Your hips instinctively thrust towards me as I kiss your jawline and rub my hands over your bald head. While I catch my breath, I kiss your chin, your chest, your belly, your hip as you lay on your back.
I take your cock between my lips slowly, thinking we’ll be safe if I go slow. Just as your cock hits the back of my throat, I realize I was wrong. The sound that escapes me is louder and sharper than I ever would have guessed it could have been. Your hands are on my shoulders immediately, practically pulling me up off your cock. ‘We have to be quiet, baby. That wasn’t very quiet,’ you whisper against my neck before teasing my sweet spot with your tongue.
Your hands slip to my hips, guiding me onto your lap. I straddle you, gently slipping your cock into my pussy. I have to physically catch my moan in my throat before sitting fully on your twitching cock. I hold you inside me as I control my breath, slowly moving my hips, making sure not to let another moan slip.
I lean back, starting to speed up, when the bed squeaks loudly beneath us and I freeze. I hear the neighbor’s door open and wait to hear where he’s going. He bypasses my door, and I hear the building’s front door open and close. I adjust to hopefully make less noise, leaning forward, spreading my knees, and tucking my feet underneath your butt.
I raise and lower myself on your cock, breathing loudly and slowly as your cock fills my pussy, feeling your balls press against my ass while you lift yourself deeper into me. Your hands firmly grip my hips, holding me down while you slowly but firmly drive yourself upward. My face contorts, lips pursed, trying to stop my natural reactions to the pleasure you’re creating.
I bury my lips in your shoulder, more pushing than kissing at this point, trying to reroute my moan through my lips into your skin, hoping you can feel the restraint I’m practicing. As I sit up, your hand finds its way to my chest, pressing over my heart, signaling your acknowledgement of my pleasure.
I use my feet to pull myself further onto you, taking every inch as deep as I can, your cock pressing against my cervix. I know I won’t last long like this, but I can’t stop. I look to the ceiling to try to delay my orgasm, but it again proves to be an inadequate distraction. Before I let myself fully relax and give in to my pleasure, I look down at you. Your face is worked up, your hips bucking into me, your grip tightening on my ass.
I watch as you approach your climax, slowing mine until you’re ready. As soon as I feel the first spasm of your cock in my pussy, I let go and feel my entire body contract and relax around you. There is something so special about feeling you fill me with cum while I orgasm around you. I watch your face unwind more with each spurt, slowing my hips but not stopping. You finally relax enough to open your eyes, that look of relief and pure joy putting a smile on my face.
I keep you in me, slowly rolling my hips as I feel you soften, making sure I have every drop of your cum I can hold tight in my pussy before I roll off you. ‘You squeaked,’ you whisper to the ceiling as I look at you. ‘What?’ ‘You squeaked, kinda loud, more than once. Super is gonna kick me out,’ you look over at me, a teasing glint in your eye. ‘I don’t remember that, I must have blacked out. You should have kissed me to keep me quiet,’ I tease as I lean over, kissing you firmly and resting on your chest as you wrap your arms around me, both of us drifting off to sleep.
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