“Now ride me, girl.”He put his hands on her hips to guide her, and she rocked to and fro, lifting up, allowing herself to drift down.
“You feel bigger this way.Deeper.”
They moved together, building a forceful rhythm.
“Yes, yes,” she said.“So hard.So good.”
He lifted her higher, brought her down harder.
“Sir!”
“Yeah,” he said.“Come.Squeeze my dick.”
Her legs began to tremble.He reached up to yank off the alligators and she screamed, pitching forward, clamping down on his shaft.
Her orgasm drove his, and he ejaculated, the pulse of each stream making him jerk.She stayed where she was, as if immobilized, and he continued to push up inside her for several more seconds.
Finally, tension left her body.
She rested her head on his shoulder.“I had no idea.”
He hadn’t, either.
Because he’d never spent this much time with a woman, he hadn’t known what it was like to be constantly intrigued by someone so eager.Not just any woman, but a submissive one.
He held her for a bit.While he’d always enjoyed giving aftercare, until her, it hadn’t felt so essential.
He removed her silken bond, and she put her hands on either side of his face.“How are your nipples?”he asked.
“Sore.”She looked at him, and there was a wry twist to her lips.“That was mean.”
“If they had been a different type of clamp, maybe,” he replied.“Those are lightweight, and they came off easily.”
“In your opinion,” she countered.
“Made you climax.”
She sought a response, wrinkling her nose.“There is that.”
He juggled her off his lap and put his hands on her waist to support her until she found her footing.
The doorbell rang from the lobby.
“Pizza,” a voice said when he answered.
“That was fast.”
Lara scooped up her clothes and scampered toward the bedroom while he quickly disposed of the condom and yanked his pants on then buzzed the guy up.
When she returned, he inhaled the faint scent of magnolias, and her hair was piled on top of her head.Her skin was slightly damp and she had on one of his long-sleeved shirts.She’d rolled up the sleeves and secured the cuffs above her elbows.The top button was open, and she’d skipped the bottom two, as well.
Since the material didn’t appear to be starched, he guessed she’d grabbed the shirt from the dry-cleaning bag.“You could have chosen an unworn one,” he said.
“This one smelled like you.”
Everything in his body became slow-moving.He looked at her a second time.“You’re not wearing any undergarments.”
“No, Sir.I’m not.”
