[19m/26f] A *very* happy ending. | 2016

Flashback to a couple of months ago. I'm two weeks into an unbelievable new relationship with a woman I'll call S - to summarize, we found each other online, met at a gaming pub and were fucking like animals within 24 hours. She's seven years my senior and significantly more experienced than me, but I still prove able to teach her a few new tricks. Though we cut extremely loose in the heat of the moment, I'm a volunteer sex educator and she's had a few close shaves with STI panics in the past, so we have, of course, been using condoms extremely rigorously. She has the coil so pregnancy isn't an issue, but still. Better safe than sorry.

Tonight is the first chance I get to spend a full, uninterrupted evening with S, since she has a lot of late-evening events for her jobs and often ends up letting her friends from outside London crash at hers. Little do I know that it's going to be a night of new discovery for me, and probably the best sexual experience of my life so far.

We make and eat dinner together and chat briefly about her nightmare work day and the weird shit I've been studying, and, as she vents, an idea jumps into my head, based on something I saw in her room earlier. Spur of the moment, I offer her a massage. She jumps on me and hugs me there and then, and I take that as a yes.

I put down a towel on her bed, have S lie down on her front, and get to work. I pride myself on being pretty good with my hands, and before long she's melting as I ease the tension from her shoulders, unwinding solid knots of muscle and slowly working my way down her back. I take my time, hoping to simultaneously calm her down and work her up just a little. (She's very responsive to touch, so the latter is more or less a given, but I want to really make her ache.)

Down each arm, then over her ass and down her legs. I spend a little extra time on her feet - while it's not exactly a kink, they're very sensitive and fun to tease. I turn her over and raise the heat a little - S has gorgeous, full breasts and I pay them special attention, feeling her nipples stiffen and her start to wriggle under my ministrations. She's cracking. At last, I drag the fingers of my right hand down in a slow, languorous stroke down her stomach, finally coming to rest a fraction of an inch above her clit. I give it a few seconds and then... down.

I toy with her like this for a while, feeling her moans more than I hear them and doing my best to react to her every twitch and jolt. She's grasping at the sheets and it's pretty clear the poor girl is utterly desperate to cum, so I decide to go easier on her than I planned. So, aware that S can't usually get off from my fingers alone, I reach for her magic wand.

She grabs me by the arm.

"Take me."

"Oil degrades condoms," I blurt, immediately cursing myself for ruining the mood. It's true, though; maybe my sex-ed training has made me overcautious, but that's the first thing that comes to mind. There's so much slippery oil all over her that there's no way I can keep her -

"We're clear, though, right?" I nod. My last STI test was six months ago, but she's my first new partner since then. "Just fucking... I need you."

Well, when she puts it like that, I really can't say no.

A minor aside: people who say missionary is boring clearly haven't experienced it properly. In no time at all I'm naked and on top of her, with her legs wrapped tight around my back and my cock buried almost completely inside her, biting her neck and shoulder just slightly too high for clothes to cover later. I've never had sex without a condom before, and it's exquisite. I've never felt so close, so tight, so utterly one with a partner, and I'm already having doubts about my endurance, but, as it turns out, it barely matters. S has always had something of a hair-trigger when I'm inside her, and when I angle down a little to hit her G-spot just right, her whole body clenches around me and she screams out, louder and more primal than I've ever heard her before.

I'm perilously close now, and, while I'm hoping to give her a second orgasm before I reach mine, that looks like it's not going to happen. And then she leans in and whispers in my ear. "Breed me." I've always had a bit of an impregnation fantasy, and she knows all too well that those two words are my override switch.

I do not exaggerate when I say I can't remember the next thirty seconds, besides the greatest rush of rapturous pleasure I've experienced thus far. When I come down, we lie entangled together for a few minutes, just savouring the moment. I find out later that she actually came again as I did.

That turns out to be the first of three that night, increasingly slow and tender as our stamina wanes, and we fall asleep still nestled together. We even end up having another bout the following morning, and I send her off to work leaking my cum into her panties (and absolutely loving it).

We haven't used condoms since.