She pulled back, removing her touch almost as soon as she’d started. He was about to object, but swallowed his complaints when she retrieved a box of condoms. She ripped one foil packet open and sheathed his cock in a quick, efficient manner.
He started to move, but she stilled him with a hand on his hip. She straddled his body and guided his cock to her entrance, pushing down a fraction until her scalding hot pussy choked the head of his dick. It was the best of times and the worst of times…
What the fuck?
She’d scrambled his brain. Yeah, his recent abstinence had shorted something. Why else would he mentally quote some long dead writer in the middle of getting laid?
He gave himself an invisible head slap—an intellectual kick start.
Yvonne took a fraction more of his cock.
Oh, yeah.“God, Yvonne. Take me deeper, please.” He eyed her breasts. “Lean over so I can suck your tits.”
She gave a breathless laugh and sank down an increment more. He groaned and his hips rose. He surged deeper into her heat, and it felt so bloody good he thought he might explode.
“You feel good inside me,” Yvonne said. “You fill me, make me ache. I want to go slow, but it’ssooooohard.”
Nolan didn’t know if she was talking about his cock or her trouble going slow. Didn’t care. His hips rose in a hard thrust until he was embedded balls-deep in her moist heat.
Yvonne sat back on her haunches and wriggled around a little. Then, to his great relief, she started to ride him with a fast up and down. With her head thrown back and her breasts playing peek-a-boo in her hair, she was a real picture, a visual he’d certainly recall tomorrow during his work day.
Didn’t seem as though he was gonna get to taste her breasts, though.Later.
Part of him wanted to close his eyes to savor the current of pleasure swamping his senses. But Yvonne swaying above him was a sight to behold. He forced his eyes to remain open and watched her pull her bottom lip between her teeth, her long hair flowing around her shoulders. The scent of sex and arousal floated around them and combined with the lingering citrus of a furniture polish.
She slid her hand down to where their bodies joined and combined some finger action with her frantic up and down. Her breath hitched, and the vision and sensations were too much for Nolan. He came hard, his seed spurting from him in almost painful contractions. Her vagina pulsed around his dick, the tight grip extending the length of his orgasm. A cry of pleasure emerged from deep in her throat, gradually settling a humming note.
God, she was beautiful. Maybe not in the traditional sense, but when she smiled, or times like now, with the bloom of release flushing her skin, she was a stunner.
She leaned toward him and he drew her against his chest, wrapping his arms around her sweaty body. She sighed, and contentment filled him. He’d stupidly allowed his mother to maneuver him into the reality show. He’d hurt Yvonne, made her doubt him. His arms tightened momentarily before he caressed her back. She’d obviously forgiven him, and now they could move forward into the future.
Yvonne stirred, pushing back to clamber off him. She flashed him a grin, and he found himself responding in kind.
Nolan took care of the condom and held out his arms. “Come here.”
“What’s the time?”
Nolan glanced at his watch. “Almost nine.”
“Okay. My favorite TV show is on at nine-thirty. Thanks for the sex. It was great.”
“What?” Nolan was pretty sure his face wore a stunned expression.
Yvonne picked up his shirt and handed it to him. “We both needed sex. We had it. End of story.”
“But…but…” Good god. He was stuttering.
Yvonne thrust his boxer-briefs and jeans at him. “This new arrangement will work much better.”
“What arrangement?” His voice was faint, his brain juddering because he was missing his normal smooth gear changes.
“Friends with benefits,” she said. “Yes, I think this will work perfectly. Show yourself out. I don’t want to miss the start of my show.”
Nolan gaped after her.What the fuck?
Carol laughed until she cried, and Yvonne’s mouth twitched as she reached into her handbag for a packet of travel tissues. She passed them over to her friend and waved away the waitress with a quick nod of her head.
“We’d better decide what we want to order,” Yvonne said.
