stood enjoying his look at her, her nipples budded, and he could see the glisten of her pussy as it trembled. She had been so close to coming in his mouth. He’d felt her body stiffen, and her little bundle of nerves tremble against his tongue.
He wanted inside her more than air, but he also had to make sure he didn’t explode. He licked his finger. Her sweetness, brought him back to the hunger he’d never been able to bury. She’d been so hot and ready for him, and the feel of her on his finger alone was near enough to send him over the edge. He didn’t want this to be over in a few strokes. But he was not opposed to round two. At least there were more condoms, because he felt like he was back in high school. His stamina hadn’t been the best at eighteen, but he had could recover like a champ.
Betty didn’t allow him the down time. She gently pulled him toward her heat. Her ankles dug into his ass as she slid forward, until her thighs rested against his hips. Her walls trembled around him, as she clamped down around his cock.
He tried desperately to recall the stripping gig at the old folks home, to keep himself from ending this too quickly. But when Betty dug her nails into his shoulder blades and began to scratch against his back while her soft lips kissed his ear and jaw, there was nothing he could do.
Betty overwhelmed every sense he had. She smelled like a soft musk enveloped in apples and coconut. She was sweet and savory and every dirty dream he’d ever had come to life.
Nate wrapped his arms around her back, letting his palms ease over her shoulders and down to her hips over and over again with every thrust. He couldn’t stop touching her skin. But even as she felt soft beneath his palms, she showed him her passion wasn’t timid when her nails dug in.
He wanted to learn how she looked in the morning. He wanted to take her out and show her who he was. He wanted to do whatever he could to hold her in his arms. He had to make sure he didn’t run this time.
Then her movements sped up. Her breath went from deep moans to higher breathy gasps. She was close. Thank god . He wasn’t going to make it much longer.
Easing his hand between their bodies, he followed the soft curve of her trembling stomach down to the apex of her legs. Her heels pressed harder against his ass. She bit down on his shoulder, and it was a miracle he held on, but he had to feel her come undone for him. She was slick against the pad of his thumb when he worked his way between her folds. Her clit throbbed underneath his touch, and he had to pull back enough to watch her. He thrust inside of her again, and drowned in her eyes as she came for him.
This was different . He couldn’t figure out why, but it was important that he hang on as long as he could.
Her eyes finally rolled back, and as her body shook with the pleasure of her orgasm, he ducked his head to her shoulder and let his own pleasure roll up his spine. Another series of fast thrusts, and he held himself hard against her as his legs nearly gave out.
He held her as the waves of pleasure subsided enough so he could breathe again. Then he kept holding on.
But as the air returned to his lungs, and subsequently his brain, he had to wonder, “What now?”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Betty held onto Nate for dear life. She wasn’t in danger of falling off the counter, and she wasn’t about to slip and knock into the cabinets behind her because Nate’s forearm was looped around her shoulders. But that didn’t mean she wasn’t in a whole lot of trouble.
Betty never thought any man would top Nate in the sack. Turns out she was right, and wasn’t that just a punch in the gut? She’d thought she needed to get this obsession over Nate out of her mind. She’d even thought this little sexcapade might help her stress level. That wasn’t what had happened. As she felt Nate’s heart beat against her naked breasts, she felt warm, safe, and happy.
It was the fantasy. But weren’t
He wanted inside her more than air, but he also had to make sure he didn’t explode. He licked his finger. Her sweetness, brought him back to the hunger he’d never been able to bury. She’d been so hot and ready for him, and the feel of her on his finger alone was near enough to send him over the edge. He didn’t want this to be over in a few strokes. But he was not opposed to round two. At least there were more condoms, because he felt like he was back in high school. His stamina hadn’t been the best at eighteen, but he had could recover like a champ.
Betty didn’t allow him the down time. She gently pulled him toward her heat. Her ankles dug into his ass as she slid forward, until her thighs rested against his hips. Her walls trembled around him, as she clamped down around his cock.
He tried desperately to recall the stripping gig at the old folks home, to keep himself from ending this too quickly. But when Betty dug her nails into his shoulder blades and began to scratch against his back while her soft lips kissed his ear and jaw, there was nothing he could do.
Betty overwhelmed every sense he had. She smelled like a soft musk enveloped in apples and coconut. She was sweet and savory and every dirty dream he’d ever had come to life.
Nate wrapped his arms around her back, letting his palms ease over her shoulders and down to her hips over and over again with every thrust. He couldn’t stop touching her skin. But even as she felt soft beneath his palms, she showed him her passion wasn’t timid when her nails dug in.
He wanted to learn how she looked in the morning. He wanted to take her out and show her who he was. He wanted to do whatever he could to hold her in his arms. He had to make sure he didn’t run this time.
Then her movements sped up. Her breath went from deep moans to higher breathy gasps. She was close. Thank god . He wasn’t going to make it much longer.
Easing his hand between their bodies, he followed the soft curve of her trembling stomach down to the apex of her legs. Her heels pressed harder against his ass. She bit down on his shoulder, and it was a miracle he held on, but he had to feel her come undone for him. She was slick against the pad of his thumb when he worked his way between her folds. Her clit throbbed underneath his touch, and he had to pull back enough to watch her. He thrust inside of her again, and drowned in her eyes as she came for him.
This was different . He couldn’t figure out why, but it was important that he hang on as long as he could.
Her eyes finally rolled back, and as her body shook with the pleasure of her orgasm, he ducked his head to her shoulder and let his own pleasure roll up his spine. Another series of fast thrusts, and he held himself hard against her as his legs nearly gave out.
He held her as the waves of pleasure subsided enough so he could breathe again. Then he kept holding on.
But as the air returned to his lungs, and subsequently his brain, he had to wonder, “What now?”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Betty held onto Nate for dear life. She wasn’t in danger of falling off the counter, and she wasn’t about to slip and knock into the cabinets behind her because Nate’s forearm was looped around her shoulders. But that didn’t mean she wasn’t in a whole lot of trouble.
Betty never thought any man would top Nate in the sack. Turns out she was right, and wasn’t that just a punch in the gut? She’d thought she needed to get this obsession over Nate out of her mind. She’d even thought this little sexcapade might help her stress level. That wasn’t what had happened. As she felt Nate’s heart beat against her naked breasts, she felt warm, safe, and happy.
It was the fantasy. But weren’t
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