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purse and takes out a little black box. “I wasn’t expecting this,” she explains, taking one of the condoms out of the box. “But I was planning on asking you out.” She crawls over to me on her knees and I help her lay down once again. It all feels so weird and normal; as though we’ve done this a hundred times before. Only, if we had, I’d remember every damn time. Each would be engraved in my memory for me to look back on every chance I get.
“You were? And what if I would have said no?” I challenge, kneeling between her parted legs. Like hell I would have said no. At this point, I’d probably follow her to Hell and back, just to make sure she’s okay.
She shrugs. “I wasn’t thinking that far ahead, to be honest.” Her hands are in my hair and she’s tickling my neck, and I can tell she’s a little nervous by the way she bites her lip and shifts her hips.
I look down her body and see all of her exposed to me. Her vulnerability is apparent and this says so much. She trusts me, I know. I see it. I guess that’s one thing I didn’t screw up on this job. One of many things, actually.
Opening the little foil packet, I sheath myself in latex and lower my body over hers, cradling her head between my forearms. “I’ve been thinking about this since the first time I heard your voice,” I confess, softly kissing her. Her lips are warm and supple as they move with mine.
The low keening noise coming from the back of her throat is the sexiest noise I’ve ever heard. It turns me on like nothing else ever has. I want to hear all her noises and hope I’m the last person who ever does.
The carpet sort of burns my elbows and knees, but as I line myself up with her, and push myself into her heat, everything around us disappears. She’s warm and tight around me, as she grinds her hips, meeting mine thrust for thrust.
The fire we had earlier returns, as we both work toward our mutual release. She feels so good, and I tell her repeatedly as she gives herself over to me. Those noises of hers get louder and her mouth forms this little “O” as she breathes.
Drawing her hips closer to mine, I grab onto her legs and wrap them higher around me, reaching deeper inside her with every push and pull of my hips.
Watching her face as she climbs and climbs, brings me closer to my own release. I’m not sure how long I can hold off. It’s been ages for me too, and this woman is the embodiment of every fantasy I’ve had...ever. “Jesus Ashley, are you close?”
Because if she’s not, I’m not sure how long I can hold off.
She nods and moans, unable to form words as she grinds her hips faster and faster against mine. I lean down and suck one nipple into my mouth and kiss her chest, her neck and finally find her lips. I get lost in the feel of her and for one solid moment, my own release isn’t what’s important. I want her to tremble and fall so hard she’ll see stars.
Trailing a hand down her shoulder, then her stomach, I find that magic spot near where we’re joined. Taking a cue from her noises, I know she’s close to finding her bliss. Just when I think I can’t stand anymor e — as my balls get that familiar tingle and my dick gets impossibly harde r — I feel her squeeze me and pull me deep into her as she comes. She’s calling out to God and me, and cursing words I’ve never heard coming out of her pretty, little mouth. I love every moment of seeing her this way.
I pull out of her and push back in several more times, amazed at what I’ve just done, but that burn ignites and swallows me whole as I find my own release, panting and cursing breathily.
“Shit,” I mumble against her neck, feeling the squirmy rubber full of fluids around my softening dick.
Her breathy, little giggle makes me laugh, too, which is probably not a good idea as I’m desperately trying not to make any messes here.
I’m still breathless as I pull out of her, making sure to hold on to the condom. “What am I supposed
“You were? And what if I would have said no?” I challenge, kneeling between her parted legs. Like hell I would have said no. At this point, I’d probably follow her to Hell and back, just to make sure she’s okay.
She shrugs. “I wasn’t thinking that far ahead, to be honest.” Her hands are in my hair and she’s tickling my neck, and I can tell she’s a little nervous by the way she bites her lip and shifts her hips.
I look down her body and see all of her exposed to me. Her vulnerability is apparent and this says so much. She trusts me, I know. I see it. I guess that’s one thing I didn’t screw up on this job. One of many things, actually.
Opening the little foil packet, I sheath myself in latex and lower my body over hers, cradling her head between my forearms. “I’ve been thinking about this since the first time I heard your voice,” I confess, softly kissing her. Her lips are warm and supple as they move with mine.
The low keening noise coming from the back of her throat is the sexiest noise I’ve ever heard. It turns me on like nothing else ever has. I want to hear all her noises and hope I’m the last person who ever does.
The carpet sort of burns my elbows and knees, but as I line myself up with her, and push myself into her heat, everything around us disappears. She’s warm and tight around me, as she grinds her hips, meeting mine thrust for thrust.
The fire we had earlier returns, as we both work toward our mutual release. She feels so good, and I tell her repeatedly as she gives herself over to me. Those noises of hers get louder and her mouth forms this little “O” as she breathes.
Drawing her hips closer to mine, I grab onto her legs and wrap them higher around me, reaching deeper inside her with every push and pull of my hips.
Watching her face as she climbs and climbs, brings me closer to my own release. I’m not sure how long I can hold off. It’s been ages for me too, and this woman is the embodiment of every fantasy I’ve had...ever. “Jesus Ashley, are you close?”
Because if she’s not, I’m not sure how long I can hold off.
She nods and moans, unable to form words as she grinds her hips faster and faster against mine. I lean down and suck one nipple into my mouth and kiss her chest, her neck and finally find her lips. I get lost in the feel of her and for one solid moment, my own release isn’t what’s important. I want her to tremble and fall so hard she’ll see stars.
Trailing a hand down her shoulder, then her stomach, I find that magic spot near where we’re joined. Taking a cue from her noises, I know she’s close to finding her bliss. Just when I think I can’t stand anymor e — as my balls get that familiar tingle and my dick gets impossibly harde r — I feel her squeeze me and pull me deep into her as she comes. She’s calling out to God and me, and cursing words I’ve never heard coming out of her pretty, little mouth. I love every moment of seeing her this way.
I pull out of her and push back in several more times, amazed at what I’ve just done, but that burn ignites and swallows me whole as I find my own release, panting and cursing breathily.
“Shit,” I mumble against her neck, feeling the squirmy rubber full of fluids around my softening dick.
Her breathy, little giggle makes me laugh, too, which is probably not a good idea as I’m desperately trying not to make any messes here.
I’m still breathless as I pull out of her, making sure to hold on to the condom. “What am I supposed
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