"I'm sorry," I whisper hoarsely, "if it felt like...like too much." My voice cracks as I say the words, my emotions threatening to overwhelm me at any moment. "But we're together now, and I don't ever want you to feel scared or uncomfortable with what we do...especially not with me."

I lean forward, pressing my lips against yours in a gentle kiss. "We can take it slow," I murmur against your lips, "and make sure everything feels good for both of us." My hands move to cradle your face as I pull back just enough to look into your eyes, searching for any sign that you understand what I'm saying...that you trust me.

As I lie beside you, panting and trying to catch my breath, I can't help but feel a sense of wonder at where our playful conversation has led us. It's as if we've stumbled onto some secret world where the only rule is to explore every possibility...to push boundaries and test limits until there's nothing left but raw, unadulterated desire between us.

I glance down at the used condom still lodged deep inside you, a tiny part of me hoping that it will stay there for a while...

"Mmm," I murmur, trailing a finger down your chest and over your stomach, "I'm sure we'll think of something." My voice drips with promise and anticipation. "For now, let's just enjoy the moment..."

Your words send a shockwave of desire through me. I nod eagerly, unable to contain my excitement any longer. "Yes," I breathe, "I'm ready for that."

With trembling hands, I reach out and begin to undo your pants, revealing your eager cock beneath. You moan softly as I wrap my hand around you, stroking you slowly at first before increasing the pace in response to your need.

As you climax deep inside my body, your juices spill over your tip and mix with mine, creating a lush, warm mixture that fills me with pleasure. My own orgasm is almost too much to bear, but I force myself to hold back and guide myself deeper into you.

My fingers find their way to your entrance and we start to move together, our bodies slick with sweat and the scent of each other's arousal filling the room.

You look up at me with a satisfied smile, your cheeks flushed and your eyes glassy with desire. I can't help but return the smile, feeling a rush of affection for you in this intimate moment. "Would you like another round?" I ask, running my fingers down your chest teasingly.

I nod, intrigued by your request. I slide the strapon back inside you, picking up the pace as I feel your arousal mounting once again. You grip my hips, urging me on, and we find a steady rhythm that has us both panting.

As you near the brink, I withdraw, positioning myself above you so I can aim the strapon at your prostate. With a firm stroke, I push it deep inside, and you let out a guttural moan as you explode, your semen spurting out and coating the strapon. I watch in fascination as your orgasm overtakes you.