Gone for the morning.

I look Dylan in the eyes. "Thank you, Dylan, it was amazing." He smiles and replies: "I should be the one thanking you, I just had the best night in my life, and I am sorry if maybe I rushed things, I-" I block him crushing my lips on his, trying to shut him up. "Don't even try to apologize, we both wanted it and nothing was rushed." I say. "If you say so."

He smirks and starts to kiss me, making me sit on his lap, but well, he was naked, and so was I. I look at him with a grin on my face: "What's going on in your dirty mind Foster?" I ask him, and he leaves wet kisses on my neck, making me moan softly. "Mmh...you can perfectly see and feel what I want." He says, looking down at his member. His head gets closer, and he whispers in my ear: "I know you want that too, you're so wet." Hearing that, I gasp, stretch my arm toward the nightstand and take another condom.