that his cock rested against her slit. Then he brought his lips back to hers. At the same time his tongue plunged into her mouth, his cock plunged into her cunt.
Bethany felt full to bursting, the rapid fucking of his cock inside her hitting not only her cervix, but somehow seeming to nudge the end of the plug he’d so recently inserted. The same all-encompassing arousal that had flooded her when he’d finger-fucked her ass returned. As the mist continued to soak them, the shower enclosure echoed with the sounds of raw, animal sex. The slap of flesh on flesh, masculine grunts of hunger, of taking , and her feminine screams as she rode her climax blended into an opus, an ode to life.
“Yes!” Jonathan surged into her and held himself deep inside her, his exclamation conveying more than just the single word.
Bethany could feel the convulsions of his ejaculation, the extra heat as his seed filled the tiny pouch at the end of the condom. That added heat gushing against the latex pressed against her cervix gave her another sudden, short, and totally unexpected orgasm.
The symphony of sex gave way to an étude of exhaustion with harsh breathing, the gentle drip of water on tile, and a sweeping lassitude. Bethany kept her eyes closed, confident Jonathan would continue to hold her and keep her safe.
Eventually, he eased back, gently lowering her so she could get her feet under her. Still, he kept his arms around her, and she knew he waited to make sure she could stand on her own.
Bethany had never been good at postcoital conversation. To her, words at this point had always seemed superfluous. Considering that her husband rarely attended to her sexual needs, by the time he was done, she’d always been perfectly happy to just roll over and go back to sleep. So she was somewhat surprised to hear herself say, “The water’s still warm. That must be some water heater you have there.”
She felt Jonathan go stiff in her arms for just a moment. And then he laughed, a big, boisterous, full-of-fun laugh that spread warmth throughout her entire body.
He pushed himself away from the wall then swooped down and kissed her. “Come on, Ms. Craig,” he turned off the water and slid back the glass door, “let’s dry off, grab some more coffee, and talk.”
Those words would have made Bethany worry had he not said them in such a gentle tone. The look of tenderness in Jonathan’s eyes as his gaze met hers soothed her as little in life ever had.
Bethany didn’t know what would happen next, but she was perfectly ready and willing to find out.
Chapter 7
“I’ll make breakfast while we chat.”
Bethany shook her head. “Nothing for me, thank you. I don’t usually eat breakfast in the morning.” She wanted to get to the next item on whatever agenda Jonathan had in mind for them. She really wanted to know all the rules, and the boundaries, and what lay ahead. Now that she’d reveled in some excellent orgasms, her head was clear and she felt better than she had in a long time. She was ready to take on whatever came next. She had agreed to this arrangement, whatever it would be, without knowing all the details first. That wasn’t like her. She always functioned best when she had time to analyze and assess and plan before acting.
Jonathan raised one eyebrow as he looked at her. “Didn’t your mother ever tell you that breakfast was the most important meal of the day?”
Her mother? That was a topic Bethany thought best to avoid. “Not really, no.” Impatience began to stir in her. She didn’t want to feel impatient. That emotion was one of the reasons she’d gone to Jordan Fitzpatrick in the first place. She needed to distract herself, so she looked around his kitchen, taking in the beauty of the room.
This was the kind of kitchen she’d always wanted, the maple finish of the cupboards looking quietly elegant, matched perfectly by the granite countertops with tiny flecks of pink and brown. Bethany felt a bit awkward
Bethany felt full to bursting, the rapid fucking of his cock inside her hitting not only her cervix, but somehow seeming to nudge the end of the plug he’d so recently inserted. The same all-encompassing arousal that had flooded her when he’d finger-fucked her ass returned. As the mist continued to soak them, the shower enclosure echoed with the sounds of raw, animal sex. The slap of flesh on flesh, masculine grunts of hunger, of taking , and her feminine screams as she rode her climax blended into an opus, an ode to life.
“Yes!” Jonathan surged into her and held himself deep inside her, his exclamation conveying more than just the single word.
Bethany could feel the convulsions of his ejaculation, the extra heat as his seed filled the tiny pouch at the end of the condom. That added heat gushing against the latex pressed against her cervix gave her another sudden, short, and totally unexpected orgasm.
The symphony of sex gave way to an étude of exhaustion with harsh breathing, the gentle drip of water on tile, and a sweeping lassitude. Bethany kept her eyes closed, confident Jonathan would continue to hold her and keep her safe.
Eventually, he eased back, gently lowering her so she could get her feet under her. Still, he kept his arms around her, and she knew he waited to make sure she could stand on her own.
Bethany had never been good at postcoital conversation. To her, words at this point had always seemed superfluous. Considering that her husband rarely attended to her sexual needs, by the time he was done, she’d always been perfectly happy to just roll over and go back to sleep. So she was somewhat surprised to hear herself say, “The water’s still warm. That must be some water heater you have there.”
She felt Jonathan go stiff in her arms for just a moment. And then he laughed, a big, boisterous, full-of-fun laugh that spread warmth throughout her entire body.
He pushed himself away from the wall then swooped down and kissed her. “Come on, Ms. Craig,” he turned off the water and slid back the glass door, “let’s dry off, grab some more coffee, and talk.”
Those words would have made Bethany worry had he not said them in such a gentle tone. The look of tenderness in Jonathan’s eyes as his gaze met hers soothed her as little in life ever had.
Bethany didn’t know what would happen next, but she was perfectly ready and willing to find out.
Chapter 7
“I’ll make breakfast while we chat.”
Bethany shook her head. “Nothing for me, thank you. I don’t usually eat breakfast in the morning.” She wanted to get to the next item on whatever agenda Jonathan had in mind for them. She really wanted to know all the rules, and the boundaries, and what lay ahead. Now that she’d reveled in some excellent orgasms, her head was clear and she felt better than she had in a long time. She was ready to take on whatever came next. She had agreed to this arrangement, whatever it would be, without knowing all the details first. That wasn’t like her. She always functioned best when she had time to analyze and assess and plan before acting.
Jonathan raised one eyebrow as he looked at her. “Didn’t your mother ever tell you that breakfast was the most important meal of the day?”
Her mother? That was a topic Bethany thought best to avoid. “Not really, no.” Impatience began to stir in her. She didn’t want to feel impatient. That emotion was one of the reasons she’d gone to Jordan Fitzpatrick in the first place. She needed to distract herself, so she looked around his kitchen, taking in the beauty of the room.
This was the kind of kitchen she’d always wanted, the maple finish of the cupboards looking quietly elegant, matched perfectly by the granite countertops with tiny flecks of pink and brown. Bethany felt a bit awkward
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