Saint Ch. 02

He fucked her with short, sharp controlled strokes, one hand holding her waist, while his free hand flicked her clit. In no time she was shuttling off to O-land. She looked like a witch in the darkest throes of pleasure with her dark hair in a puddle on the sheets. Her head rolling side to side, her eyes tightly shut, her fist in her mouth to shut in the inevitable scream. Her pussy contracting over his cock set him off and soon he was groaning as he poured his seed.

He lay over her for a while catching his breath. She held onto him, caressing his back, pressing kisses on his face. He rolled over to his back disposing of the condom before holding her tightly to himself so that she ended up lying half over him. They were silent for a while before he broke the silence.

"So what does this mean?"

"Friends with benefits." She said in a tone that brooked no argument.

"Friends with benefits, I guess." He returned, though the stiffness of the arm around her shoulder said different.