felt so perfect, sliding into me. I was wet and slick and he was thick and hot and long. I didn’t stop until we were belly to belly. Until he filled me. Completely.
I had to pause then, to savor the sensations. He stretched me, stuffed me, massaged every nerve. My cunt danced around him, sucking at him, quivering, quaking.
He surged inside me and my body clenched.
Slowly, I rose and fell again. And again. And again.
The wet slurping sound of a void being filled over and over rocked the room, playing counterpoint to his grunts and gasps, my cries.
But I couldn’t go fast enough. For either of us. So he took over.
He pulled out of me—much to my chagrin—and arranged me, ass up, over the ottoman. He spread my legs far apart, perched behind me and plunged in. Deep.
Bliss flooded me. Insanity consumed me. I rocked back into him, trying to make him go faster, harder. I spread my legs farther, aching for the brush of his balls on my clit. He must have sensed my urgency. He fondled, pinched, slapped that screaming button, all the while plowing into me with a raging passion.
The thrusts became short and fast. His body tightened. His cock swelled as it prepared to erupt inside me. He shifted position, entering me slightly from the side, hitting my cunt from a new angle. The ridge, that glorious steely ridge, stroked a secret place. A place that had never before been so caressed. A bundle of aching raw nerves.
I exploded. Imploded. Collapsed. A star consumed by its own brightness. An ocean drowned in its own tears.
He erupted in harsh, insistent jerks, shudders and throbs that resonated through my being and the bliss took me again.
He’d made me come. And I’d returned the favor. And yes. My ass still burned.
It was paradise.
Afterward we made our way to the bedroom and curled up under the covers. His bed was magnificent. Huge and firm and warm. Or maybe that was him. His sheets were so soft, they must have been eight-hundred count.
But all I could think of was that she had slept here.
He must have read my thoughts, noticed my restlessness, because he laughed and said, “No. She never slept here. No woman ever has.”
I read the truth in his eyes. But still. Kinda hard to believe. He was some guy. The sort of man any woman would do anything to be with.
“I mean it.” He kissed me. “No woman. But I would like it if you would stay.”
I nuzzled closer. “I’ll think about it.”
His chuckle rumbled through me.
We lay there for a while in silence, enjoying the afterglow of fantastic sex. And then he went and ruined everything.
“Tell me about him.”
I stiffened. “Him who?”
“Your ex.”
A hot flush crawled up my nape. “What makes you think I have an ex?”
He stilled. Was quiet for a moment and then said, “Of course you have an ex. Everyone has an ex.”
“I don’t want to talk about him.” Ever.
“Why didn’t it work out?”
I pushed away and glared at him. “I don’t want to talk about it. Seriously.”
He yanked me right back into his arms. He was too comfortable. I didn’t want to conform to him, melt into him, but I did.
“Tell me.” He kissed my neck. Stroked my thigh. “I need to know why things went sour.”
“He took things too far. That’s all. I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Took things too far…how?”
“I’m hungry. Do you have any food or are you planning to starve me into submission?” Oh crap. Had I really said that?
His body stiffened around me—and not in a good way. “Did he do that?” Harshness roughened his voice.
“I. Don’t. Want. To. Talk. About. It.”
“Did he hurt you?”
Now I met his gaze. Mine was laced with cynicism. “Of course he hurt me.”
He hurt me so many ways I couldn’t begin to catalog them.
“Well, I won’t.” He tucked me back into his embrace and formed our bodies together. His touch was tender. A promise. “I won’t.”
I fell asleep that way.
We both forgot to eat.
Chapter
I had to pause then, to savor the sensations. He stretched me, stuffed me, massaged every nerve. My cunt danced around him, sucking at him, quivering, quaking.
He surged inside me and my body clenched.
Slowly, I rose and fell again. And again. And again.
The wet slurping sound of a void being filled over and over rocked the room, playing counterpoint to his grunts and gasps, my cries.
But I couldn’t go fast enough. For either of us. So he took over.
He pulled out of me—much to my chagrin—and arranged me, ass up, over the ottoman. He spread my legs far apart, perched behind me and plunged in. Deep.
Bliss flooded me. Insanity consumed me. I rocked back into him, trying to make him go faster, harder. I spread my legs farther, aching for the brush of his balls on my clit. He must have sensed my urgency. He fondled, pinched, slapped that screaming button, all the while plowing into me with a raging passion.
The thrusts became short and fast. His body tightened. His cock swelled as it prepared to erupt inside me. He shifted position, entering me slightly from the side, hitting my cunt from a new angle. The ridge, that glorious steely ridge, stroked a secret place. A place that had never before been so caressed. A bundle of aching raw nerves.
I exploded. Imploded. Collapsed. A star consumed by its own brightness. An ocean drowned in its own tears.
He erupted in harsh, insistent jerks, shudders and throbs that resonated through my being and the bliss took me again.
He’d made me come. And I’d returned the favor. And yes. My ass still burned.
It was paradise.
Afterward we made our way to the bedroom and curled up under the covers. His bed was magnificent. Huge and firm and warm. Or maybe that was him. His sheets were so soft, they must have been eight-hundred count.
But all I could think of was that she had slept here.
He must have read my thoughts, noticed my restlessness, because he laughed and said, “No. She never slept here. No woman ever has.”
I read the truth in his eyes. But still. Kinda hard to believe. He was some guy. The sort of man any woman would do anything to be with.
“I mean it.” He kissed me. “No woman. But I would like it if you would stay.”
I nuzzled closer. “I’ll think about it.”
His chuckle rumbled through me.
We lay there for a while in silence, enjoying the afterglow of fantastic sex. And then he went and ruined everything.
“Tell me about him.”
I stiffened. “Him who?”
“Your ex.”
A hot flush crawled up my nape. “What makes you think I have an ex?”
He stilled. Was quiet for a moment and then said, “Of course you have an ex. Everyone has an ex.”
“I don’t want to talk about him.” Ever.
“Why didn’t it work out?”
I pushed away and glared at him. “I don’t want to talk about it. Seriously.”
He yanked me right back into his arms. He was too comfortable. I didn’t want to conform to him, melt into him, but I did.
“Tell me.” He kissed my neck. Stroked my thigh. “I need to know why things went sour.”
“He took things too far. That’s all. I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Took things too far…how?”
“I’m hungry. Do you have any food or are you planning to starve me into submission?” Oh crap. Had I really said that?
His body stiffened around me—and not in a good way. “Did he do that?” Harshness roughened his voice.
“I. Don’t. Want. To. Talk. About. It.”
“Did he hurt you?”
Now I met his gaze. Mine was laced with cynicism. “Of course he hurt me.”
He hurt me so many ways I couldn’t begin to catalog them.
“Well, I won’t.” He tucked me back into his embrace and formed our bodies together. His touch was tender. A promise. “I won’t.”
I fell asleep that way.
We both forgot to eat.
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