around his waist and felt his erect cock slide into her pussy. The position, her sitting on his lap allowed the length of her inner canal to measure him completely. She felt closer to him in every way than she had to any other person in her life.
She wrapped her arms around his neck threw back her head and let the sigh of ecstasy escape.
"God, you feel wonderful in my arms, Liza," he whispered against her neck. He placed his hands at her waist and lifted her slightly. She slid high on his cock then drifted downward again. Their sighs mingled on the steam-filled air. When the quivering of both their bodies slowed, he started to lift her again. This time she helped, using thigh muscles she thought woefully under-developed to lift herself higher. As his cock slipped from her, she clenched her pelvis muscles contracting against the tip of him and holding him steady. His eyelids lifted and she saw the gleam of surprised delight in his eyes.
"Trying to take control here, little one?" he asked.
"Not really," she answered on a gasp as he flexed his own hips and surged deeper inside her. With her clenched inner muscles, the movement seemed to make him feel even larger, if possible.
She rolled her pelvis a touch and felt the spasms of his cock in response. She didn't care who was in control and who wasn't at this point. All that mattered was getting this man as close to her as possible.
She lowered her head and met his lips, their tongues dancing and dueling in delight. His hands fitted around her hips, lifted her then slammed her back down against his own pelvis. When her quivering had almost died down, Clay trailed a finger down her butt before inserting it along the length of his cock stretching her inner muscles to a fullness she wouldn't have believed possible. She felt her release start deep inside and moaned into his mouth. Her gasp met his and, just before her vision went black, Liza knew he was following her over the edge into ecstasy.
* * * *
Liza didn't know how long it took for her to come back to her senses. It could have been minutes, but since the relaxed muscles in her legs were starting to go a bit numb, she doubted it. What she did know was that Clay was still holding her on his lap and his cock was still buried inside her. Although not hard, it was a long way from flaccid. A little tensing of her pussy walls sparked a satisfying outcome.
"God, woman," he growled. "Are you trying to kill me?"
She laughed and looked into his beautiful, sparkling eyes. She saw humor, desire and above all, satisfaction there. The same thing she was sure he could see in her eyes.
"You know, even studs like Fabio get a break every now and then." He moved one hand and patted her lightly on the butt then slowly disengaged them. "I need something to eat before we go another round."
Liza straightened her shoulders. Time to have it out. This latest comment about Fabio, the hero in Satin's last book, could no longer be considered a coincidence. Something was definitely up.
"What do you know about Fabio?"
Clay sat back against the edge of the whirlpool. "Fabio? W-e-l-l-l-l, he's a fictional character."
"I know that. How do you know it?"
Clayton shrugged. If Liza didn't know better she'd almost think he was blushing.
"I don't know. I must've heard of him somewhere." He started moving again. "Let me go to the kitchen and see if I can't rustle us up some real grub. We'll save the strawberries for dessert." He leered playfully and added, "You've got to be hungry as well."
"Not so fast, buster." Liza grabbed Clayton by his pride and held on. She was momentarily diverted when it immediately reacted, rising to attention, but forged ahead.
"Have you been violating my private work space and going through my computer at work?"
"Uh, well, you know. The company computers are not your private space. It clearly states that in the employee handbooks."
"Don't give me that, mister. Those books were on cds I brought from home. They are for my
She wrapped her arms around his neck threw back her head and let the sigh of ecstasy escape.
"God, you feel wonderful in my arms, Liza," he whispered against her neck. He placed his hands at her waist and lifted her slightly. She slid high on his cock then drifted downward again. Their sighs mingled on the steam-filled air. When the quivering of both their bodies slowed, he started to lift her again. This time she helped, using thigh muscles she thought woefully under-developed to lift herself higher. As his cock slipped from her, she clenched her pelvis muscles contracting against the tip of him and holding him steady. His eyelids lifted and she saw the gleam of surprised delight in his eyes.
"Trying to take control here, little one?" he asked.
"Not really," she answered on a gasp as he flexed his own hips and surged deeper inside her. With her clenched inner muscles, the movement seemed to make him feel even larger, if possible.
She rolled her pelvis a touch and felt the spasms of his cock in response. She didn't care who was in control and who wasn't at this point. All that mattered was getting this man as close to her as possible.
She lowered her head and met his lips, their tongues dancing and dueling in delight. His hands fitted around her hips, lifted her then slammed her back down against his own pelvis. When her quivering had almost died down, Clay trailed a finger down her butt before inserting it along the length of his cock stretching her inner muscles to a fullness she wouldn't have believed possible. She felt her release start deep inside and moaned into his mouth. Her gasp met his and, just before her vision went black, Liza knew he was following her over the edge into ecstasy.
* * * *
Liza didn't know how long it took for her to come back to her senses. It could have been minutes, but since the relaxed muscles in her legs were starting to go a bit numb, she doubted it. What she did know was that Clay was still holding her on his lap and his cock was still buried inside her. Although not hard, it was a long way from flaccid. A little tensing of her pussy walls sparked a satisfying outcome.
"God, woman," he growled. "Are you trying to kill me?"
She laughed and looked into his beautiful, sparkling eyes. She saw humor, desire and above all, satisfaction there. The same thing she was sure he could see in her eyes.
"You know, even studs like Fabio get a break every now and then." He moved one hand and patted her lightly on the butt then slowly disengaged them. "I need something to eat before we go another round."
Liza straightened her shoulders. Time to have it out. This latest comment about Fabio, the hero in Satin's last book, could no longer be considered a coincidence. Something was definitely up.
"What do you know about Fabio?"
Clay sat back against the edge of the whirlpool. "Fabio? W-e-l-l-l-l, he's a fictional character."
"I know that. How do you know it?"
Clayton shrugged. If Liza didn't know better she'd almost think he was blushing.
"I don't know. I must've heard of him somewhere." He started moving again. "Let me go to the kitchen and see if I can't rustle us up some real grub. We'll save the strawberries for dessert." He leered playfully and added, "You've got to be hungry as well."
"Not so fast, buster." Liza grabbed Clayton by his pride and held on. She was momentarily diverted when it immediately reacted, rising to attention, but forged ahead.
"Have you been violating my private work space and going through my computer at work?"
"Uh, well, you know. The company computers are not your private space. It clearly states that in the employee handbooks."
"Don't give me that, mister. Those books were on cds I brought from home. They are for my
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