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took his head out from between my legs and I collapsed on the bed.
“You taste like candy. I need to be inside you. I can’t be away from you for so long. Do you want to feel me deep inside you, Prudence? His thick cock rested between the crack of my ass, teasing me.
“Alex, yes. I want to be on top of you.” I wanted to sheathe him and to take all of him into me. To look down at his beautiful face and let him see what he did to me. The fire lit up the room enough for me to see his perfect body and gorgeous face. Straddling him, I pulled his cock upright and lowered myself onto him, enjoying every inch of his velvety thickness until all of him was buried deep inside me. His eyes were closed, and his head burrowed into the pillows as his hands went to my hard nipples. He caressed them with his palms.
“Oh fuck, Prudence. You’re so wet and tight. You’re throbbing. Is this what I do to you?” He squeezed my breasts, rubbing his fingertips over my nipples.
“This is what you do to me, Alex. This is what you do to me all the time.” I reached behind me and cupped his balls. He was so close. I knew how his cock responded and when it was ready. He lifted his hips, forcing himself deeper into me. His eyes were dark and intense.
“Do you love me, Prudence?” He sounded raspy and strained.
“I love you more than anything.”
“I can’t hold out any longer. I’m going to … Oh, fuck. Oh, God.” He came hard, pushing deeper and filling me, his gaze never leaving mine.
I was inside his soul as I watched him come. I was lost in him; I didn’t know what part of me was me, and what was him. We couldn’t be any closer than we were. He put his hand on the back of my head and pulled my face down to him. He kissed me long and soft. Over and over, he pumped me, filling me with him. He was right; it was a long night. When I didn’t think he could get hard, he took me two more times. Each time was more wonderful than the last.
“Why are you here?” I finally asked. I lay across his chest and enjoyed being in his arms.
“I missed you. I needed you,” he whispered.
“By the way, what is an Australian kiss? You mentioned you were giving me one.” I looked up at him.
“That, my Prudence, is a French kiss, but down under. Did you like it?” He smiled.
“I would say yes. I left my body when I came. Where did you learn how to do that, dare I ask?”
“I forgot about it. You make me forget about a lot of things. Your pussy was made for Australian kisses, and I plan on giving you a lot more of them.”
The next morning we said goodbye. But first, he stalled and lingered around the house. For a man who follows his schedule to the letter, he made every excuse to stay home. He took a plane back to Denver where they were campaigning, and I would see him in Atlanta in a couple of days.
What had made him take his private jet home to be with me for a few hours? I would not find out until months later.
Chapter 6
Thomas hounded me all week to go out with him. He said I needed to let loose a little and enjoy life. I was apprehensive, but I needed to take my mind off my family’s past and how much I missed Alex. After I reluctantly agreed, we took a limo to the hip part of town. The beat of the latest Lady Gaga song pounded in my chest when I walked into the new gay club. I was dressed nothing like a senator’s wife. Thomas had picked out a pair of tight ripped jeans, sky-high Louboutins, and a shredded Madonna t-shirt for me. He also had done my hair like a pinup girl.
Knobber Jobbers was a club specializing in male pole dancing. Thomas was practically giddy when we walked into what looked like an old warehouse. A large muscular man in assless chaps, a cowboy hat, and boots carded me, singing every word of the song. He was evidently popular with all the guys, and winked at me when he handed back my driver’s license. Stripper poles lined the dance floor by the tables. Bright pink and green lights flashed
“You taste like candy. I need to be inside you. I can’t be away from you for so long. Do you want to feel me deep inside you, Prudence? His thick cock rested between the crack of my ass, teasing me.
“Alex, yes. I want to be on top of you.” I wanted to sheathe him and to take all of him into me. To look down at his beautiful face and let him see what he did to me. The fire lit up the room enough for me to see his perfect body and gorgeous face. Straddling him, I pulled his cock upright and lowered myself onto him, enjoying every inch of his velvety thickness until all of him was buried deep inside me. His eyes were closed, and his head burrowed into the pillows as his hands went to my hard nipples. He caressed them with his palms.
“Oh fuck, Prudence. You’re so wet and tight. You’re throbbing. Is this what I do to you?” He squeezed my breasts, rubbing his fingertips over my nipples.
“This is what you do to me, Alex. This is what you do to me all the time.” I reached behind me and cupped his balls. He was so close. I knew how his cock responded and when it was ready. He lifted his hips, forcing himself deeper into me. His eyes were dark and intense.
“Do you love me, Prudence?” He sounded raspy and strained.
“I love you more than anything.”
“I can’t hold out any longer. I’m going to … Oh, fuck. Oh, God.” He came hard, pushing deeper and filling me, his gaze never leaving mine.
I was inside his soul as I watched him come. I was lost in him; I didn’t know what part of me was me, and what was him. We couldn’t be any closer than we were. He put his hand on the back of my head and pulled my face down to him. He kissed me long and soft. Over and over, he pumped me, filling me with him. He was right; it was a long night. When I didn’t think he could get hard, he took me two more times. Each time was more wonderful than the last.
“Why are you here?” I finally asked. I lay across his chest and enjoyed being in his arms.
“I missed you. I needed you,” he whispered.
“By the way, what is an Australian kiss? You mentioned you were giving me one.” I looked up at him.
“That, my Prudence, is a French kiss, but down under. Did you like it?” He smiled.
“I would say yes. I left my body when I came. Where did you learn how to do that, dare I ask?”
“I forgot about it. You make me forget about a lot of things. Your pussy was made for Australian kisses, and I plan on giving you a lot more of them.”
The next morning we said goodbye. But first, he stalled and lingered around the house. For a man who follows his schedule to the letter, he made every excuse to stay home. He took a plane back to Denver where they were campaigning, and I would see him in Atlanta in a couple of days.
What had made him take his private jet home to be with me for a few hours? I would not find out until months later.
Chapter 6
Thomas hounded me all week to go out with him. He said I needed to let loose a little and enjoy life. I was apprehensive, but I needed to take my mind off my family’s past and how much I missed Alex. After I reluctantly agreed, we took a limo to the hip part of town. The beat of the latest Lady Gaga song pounded in my chest when I walked into the new gay club. I was dressed nothing like a senator’s wife. Thomas had picked out a pair of tight ripped jeans, sky-high Louboutins, and a shredded Madonna t-shirt for me. He also had done my hair like a pinup girl.
Knobber Jobbers was a club specializing in male pole dancing. Thomas was practically giddy when we walked into what looked like an old warehouse. A large muscular man in assless chaps, a cowboy hat, and boots carded me, singing every word of the song. He was evidently popular with all the guys, and winked at me when he handed back my driver’s license. Stripper poles lined the dance floor by the tables. Bright pink and green lights flashed
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