Erotic Fiction: The Last Dance
“Want to dance?” Jerome looked over at me from across the table where he sat with his friend, nodding towards the dance floor. “I think it’s the last song of the night.” I shook my head.
“Let’s go back to our room before everyone starts heading out.” He smirked in response, nodding wordlessly. We wove our way through our classmates’ tables, exiting from the hall to the attached hotel. This was the benefit of our high school hosting prom night at a rented space at our town’s only lodge.
Check-in was a blur, thanks to the fact that my concentration lay only on getting him undressed and in bed with me. The moment we got our key and stepped into the empty hallway where our main-floor room was located for the night, he pulled me into his arms and began kissing me with unrestrained passion.
We stumbled into the room, Jerome’s hands blindly unbuttoning the back of my dress as his lips kissed my cheeks and jawline feverishly. Behind us, I could hear the faint click of the door locking into place, separating us from the outside world for the rest of the night. My ears still rang from the night’s loud music, the reverberation like a distant memory clinging to me in desperation to be recalled until the end of time.
I turned around, my back facing Jerome so that he could better undress me. He was much nimbler now, his fingers moving swiftly down my body from button to button until the dress slipped effortlessly from my shoulders and pooled around my ankles on the floor in a sapphire blue puddle. I focused my attention on him, pushing off his black tuxedo jacket to join my clothing on the ground, then carefully unbuttoned his white dress shirt with purpose. It was malleable, no longer crisp and pressed after an evening of wear.
When I slid the shirt off his arms to expose the bare skin of his chest and stomach, I felt butterflies rise in my stomach. This wasn’t our first time, and it wouldn’t be our last, but it was the only time I’d be having sex on prom night. And that makes for something more special than usual, right?
By the time we were stripped down, I was pushing him onto the bed. Our bodies fell on top of the fluffy white comforter amidst our giggles and quiet moans, and I felt my heartbeat quicken each time his hard dick grazed my thigh.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” he mumbled into my ear. “You won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”
“Please,” I begged, “do it.” My legs slunk down over the side of the bed, ass pointing up towards the ceiling as my torso rested against the soft blankets beneath. I felt his warm breath on the back of my neck as he trailed kisses down to my shoulders. At that moment, two fingers plunged deep into my pussy, making me sigh loudly. He moved them slowly at first, back and forth without ever pulling them out completely. My body melted further and further into the sheets; he made me feel like I was putty, moulded by his sure hands.
My ass cheeks spread briefly, and I felt a sharp pain as he spanked me forcefully. I could hear the tear of a condom wrapper and imagined him rolling it over the length of him as I buried my face into the bed in silent expectation.
“Put your cock in me,” I whimpered. “Fuck me, baby.” Instead, his fingers slid in again, slipping out momentarily to rub gentle, circular motions on my clit. I felt the orgasm surfacing, but it disappeared the moment he pulled his hands away to grip onto my hips. A second later, he was inside me, burrowing into my pussy so deep that I felt it in my stomach.
“I love you, baby.” His words came out in short pants, muffled between the force exerted in each of his purposeful thrusts. “You feel so good. You’re so fucking tight.”
I could feel my legs begin to give out as I bent over, but I held my body upright as he ploughed into me. It felt so incredible, I didn’t want it to ever end. After a few minutes, I moved forward and slowly detached myself from him, locking my lips on his as I guided him to sit on the bed. With my thighs on either side of his hips, I reached between my legs and took hold of his cock, sliding him back into me without ever stopping my kisses.
His tongue roved along the inside of my mouth, exploring one another with the same fervour as we did from the very beginning. From those early days of our relationship in eleventh grade. He was so close to cumming — I could feel it in the gentle pulsating of his dick inside of me. When he finally did, he would make sure that I followed suit, and that it would be the best night of my life.
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