The story of a lonesome ol'Jerome

*Gwyn’s POV*

It was kind of insane to think that, technically, we were having missionary sex. Supposed to be very vanilla, very boring. Everybody did it. But this was not boring. I had never been plowed like this before.

It felt like the pleasure was building up into some kind of mountain that would destroy me, and it was useless to try and escape. Not that I wanted to. I clung to Andy, feeling his taut back working as he fucked me.

I kept cumming, screaming Andy’s name, disbelieving of the euphoria I was experiencing. Each time he would slow down his pace for a minute or so, kissing and caressing me gently, complimenting me, before his desire would build and he would quicken again.

I felt Andy’s cock stiffen inside of me and I moaned, clutching at his back. His gaze intensified and his thrusts grew more aggressive. I felt another growing ball of pleasure waiting to be released from between my legs. Andy gripped my breast and slammed into me, over and over.

Reality was slipping, my eyes rolled back in my head as I moaned, trying to hold out for Andy. I heard him say quietly, “Gwyn-“ and then he came, letting out a low, gritty groan, his cock throbbing, his thrusts now slow as he rode out his orgasm.

I immediately got off on his pleasure, and shockwaves went through my body. “Andy!” I managed, struggling to stay conscious.

He collapsed onto me, kissing me from where his head had fallen, with his nose totally smooshed against my neck. We were both panting, sweaty, and blissful.

Notes

so- what will happen post-coitus? does Andy actually like Gwyn, or was she just convenient at the time? is Andy even ready to try and have an actual emotional bond with a woman other than Juliet? and how would Gwyn cope with it, if Andy were only interested in a 'secondary' relationship, when she doesn't like being in polyamorous relationships with hierarchies/prioritization? we shall see- i have some thoughts but i need to leave for a rotation for a couple weeks and i don't have a laptop.