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affected, too. The signs were less visible, but there, if you knew where to look. Dilated pupils, a slight sheen on her face, her left breast trembling with the beat of her heart.
And there, that sweet spot between her legs. He ran his hand down her back, between her buttocks, lower and… yes. Oh yeah. Soft and hot and wet. The female equivalent of a hard-on.
Suddenly, his leg wouldn’t hold him anymore, and not just his leg. His entire spine had melted, gone liquid, flowed into his cock, and then solidified.
Kissing her, he reached out with his foot, hooked a chair, dropped his briefs, sat down, and pulled her down on top of him. Just opened her up, pulled his cock away from his stomach and shoved it into her because if he didn’t, he’d die.
They sat like that, a little sexy tableau, Woman on Man. Paige’s arms were around his back, face buried in his neck, his cock buried to the hilt in her.
“Whoa,” he said and stopped, because what could he say? He hadn’t planned this at all. He thought they’d eat together and maybe he could coax her into another round in bed eventually. Or maybe tomorrow morning if she fell asleep immediately. This—this was unplanned and completely unstoppable. His body had reacted faster than his head.
He looked down past her shoulder. Bright shiny hair, pale golden skin, strong sleek back, the indent of a small waist, buttocks sitting on his thighs.
It was, hands down, the most erotic sight he’d ever seen.
“Are, um, we okay here?” Because maybe she’d actually wanted to eat instead of being jumped.
In answer, she lowered her mouth to his shoulder, took a little nip, then kissed him.
His cock leaped inside her at the tiny bite. He lifted his hips while holding hers and slid in and out, once, testing.
She remained lax against him, eyes closed, a faint smile on her face. She sighed.
Okay.
Oh, yeah.
Another slide in, pulling out. And again. She lifted her face slightly and took his earlobe in her mouth, and took another little bite.
He lost it.
Holding her tightly, he slammed into her, establishing a hard rhythm, trying and failing to hold back. He couldn’t. It was as if his life depended on getting as deeply into her as he could and staying there as long as he could.
Thank God she was with him, growing wetter by the minute—otherwise they’d catch on fire.
Harder, faster… they were rocking in the chair now and a dim part of his brain hoped they wouldn’t topple over, because there was no way he could stop.
Paige moved her head again and kissed him, her mouth as soft as her cunt, and it set him off. Rocket man.
He held her hard against him while a hot wire sparked down his back and exploded through his cock, and he came in hot, fierce spurts that went on forever.
Just as his spasms were dying down, she exhaled sharply in his ear—raising goose bumps all over his body—and clenched tightly around him, as if her cunt were trying to hold on to him.
Oh man, he wasn’t going anywhere—he was staying right here, feeling her entire body shaking with her climax.
When it was over, he was holding her tightly, panting. Maybe holding her too tightly. Was he hurting her? He slowly relaxed his grip, shifting to make her more comfortable.
They were wet where they were joined and every move made a small noise. He rubbed a hand over her satiny back, exhausted, as content as he’d ever been in his life.
“Uh oh.” Paige wriggled on him a little. He swelled inside her, as if he hadn’t just had the most explosive orgasm in his life. “Are we ever going to eat? Or are we just going to sit here until they find our dead bodies?”
It was a thought. At some point in June his XO would arrive. Wouldn’t find him, would check with Paige, and there they’d be. Two corpses, still together, covered in cobwebs.
He sighed. “We’ll eat. Sometime next week. Maybe.”
Chapter Five
April 5
My gosh, good sex is better than Prozac as a mood lifter , Paige
And there, that sweet spot between her legs. He ran his hand down her back, between her buttocks, lower and… yes. Oh yeah. Soft and hot and wet. The female equivalent of a hard-on.
Suddenly, his leg wouldn’t hold him anymore, and not just his leg. His entire spine had melted, gone liquid, flowed into his cock, and then solidified.
Kissing her, he reached out with his foot, hooked a chair, dropped his briefs, sat down, and pulled her down on top of him. Just opened her up, pulled his cock away from his stomach and shoved it into her because if he didn’t, he’d die.
They sat like that, a little sexy tableau, Woman on Man. Paige’s arms were around his back, face buried in his neck, his cock buried to the hilt in her.
“Whoa,” he said and stopped, because what could he say? He hadn’t planned this at all. He thought they’d eat together and maybe he could coax her into another round in bed eventually. Or maybe tomorrow morning if she fell asleep immediately. This—this was unplanned and completely unstoppable. His body had reacted faster than his head.
He looked down past her shoulder. Bright shiny hair, pale golden skin, strong sleek back, the indent of a small waist, buttocks sitting on his thighs.
It was, hands down, the most erotic sight he’d ever seen.
“Are, um, we okay here?” Because maybe she’d actually wanted to eat instead of being jumped.
In answer, she lowered her mouth to his shoulder, took a little nip, then kissed him.
His cock leaped inside her at the tiny bite. He lifted his hips while holding hers and slid in and out, once, testing.
She remained lax against him, eyes closed, a faint smile on her face. She sighed.
Okay.
Oh, yeah.
Another slide in, pulling out. And again. She lifted her face slightly and took his earlobe in her mouth, and took another little bite.
He lost it.
Holding her tightly, he slammed into her, establishing a hard rhythm, trying and failing to hold back. He couldn’t. It was as if his life depended on getting as deeply into her as he could and staying there as long as he could.
Thank God she was with him, growing wetter by the minute—otherwise they’d catch on fire.
Harder, faster… they were rocking in the chair now and a dim part of his brain hoped they wouldn’t topple over, because there was no way he could stop.
Paige moved her head again and kissed him, her mouth as soft as her cunt, and it set him off. Rocket man.
He held her hard against him while a hot wire sparked down his back and exploded through his cock, and he came in hot, fierce spurts that went on forever.
Just as his spasms were dying down, she exhaled sharply in his ear—raising goose bumps all over his body—and clenched tightly around him, as if her cunt were trying to hold on to him.
Oh man, he wasn’t going anywhere—he was staying right here, feeling her entire body shaking with her climax.
When it was over, he was holding her tightly, panting. Maybe holding her too tightly. Was he hurting her? He slowly relaxed his grip, shifting to make her more comfortable.
They were wet where they were joined and every move made a small noise. He rubbed a hand over her satiny back, exhausted, as content as he’d ever been in his life.
“Uh oh.” Paige wriggled on him a little. He swelled inside her, as if he hadn’t just had the most explosive orgasm in his life. “Are we ever going to eat? Or are we just going to sit here until they find our dead bodies?”
It was a thought. At some point in June his XO would arrive. Wouldn’t find him, would check with Paige, and there they’d be. Two corpses, still together, covered in cobwebs.
He sighed. “We’ll eat. Sometime next week. Maybe.”
Chapter Five
April 5
My gosh, good sex is better than Prozac as a mood lifter , Paige
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