She expected him to climb on top of her, but he didn’t. He remained at her side, maneuvering her limp body so that she fit perfectly into his big spoon. He wrapped one of her legs over his hips and entered her frombehind.
She’d come, he’d stretched and prepared her, but his girth still pulled at the lips of her cunt. She stiffened in anticipation of the pain, but he soothed her by wrapping his arm around her, caressing her clit, and whispering in her ear again. This time his words cheered her, told her how he knew she could handle him, how much pleasure he was going to give her because she was being such a good girl, taking him just the way he likedit.
Logically, his words should have meant nothing. But the way he whispered them with such sincerity, the way each whisper was always accompanied with a gentle touch of his hand or a deep stroke of his cock had her coming again. This orgasm was harder, more intense than the first time, making her seize in his arms, her nails digging into his flesh as she grasped for purchase, needing an anchor to keep her fromfalling.
As she broke apart for him, he dug deeper, buried himself to the hilt of his cock. His balls slapping against her swollen opening, making her moan with each movement, made her ache with need. He sped up his motion as he ground into her, making her body bounce to the rhythm he was creating. She begged him for more, even though she was shredded by the pleasure he’d already bestowed on her, she shamelessly begged him to continue his destruction ofher.
He left her on her side as he moved to his knees. He lifted one of her legs over his shoulder. The move had her spread wide, allowing him to deepen his angle and pivot at a faster pace. The hard ride he was giving her kept her screaming into the pillow beneath her head. When his cockhead scraped across her G-spot in just the right way, she screamed his name a final time, clawing the sheets beneath her fingers while her cunt conformed to the mold of hisdick.
He laced his fingers in her worn curls, holding her in place while he snapped his hips, pummeling through her orgasm and triggering his own. He slammed into her one last time before his cockhead swelled, and the first warm jet of cum spilled into thecondom.
She turned her head just in time to see bliss soften the sharp angles of hisface.
He should always look like this…perfect,peaceful.
Of course Slade hadn’t disclosed anything to her that suggested he wasn’t otherwise happy. Mandisa had hardly spent enough time with him to know anything more than his name. But in the beauty of their sex, another layer of Slade Hamilton was revealed to her and she knew she wanted him to always carry the serenity this moment seemed to givehim.
In their short time together he’d shown her kindness and generosity with his money. But in this moment, when he’d loved her body into exhaustion, he’d shown her that he garnered the most soul-deep pleasure when he was in the midst of giving it to someoneelse.
* * *
Slade stroked her arm softly as he watched her lie next to him in bed. She was tranquil, barely moving, relaxed into the soft bedding surroundingthem.
“Mmmm, feels good.” She moaned and snuggled closer to him. “I could fall asleep if you keep doingthat.”
“Good. Means I get to start my day doing what we just didagain.”
“I wouldn’t be the least bit upset if my day started like this night has ended. Too bad I have to be an adult tomorrow morning and attend a workmeeting.”
Slade could feel the tension moving through her body as she spoke about tomorrow’s concerns. She’d been relaxed since they’d come down off their orgasmic high. He’d been barely able to move enough muscles to breathe after the intensity of their coupling, let alone tense up enough that someone else would notice it. There had to be something serious going on at her work for it to intrude on their good time likethis.
“What kind of work do youdo?”
“I’m a chemist.” A heavy breath followed her utterance as if the three-worded sentence was just too much for her tobear.
That bothered Slade. He wasn’t exactly certain why, but he knew it just felt wrong to watch her in any form of discomfort. He’d known it when she walked into that lounge last night. It was the first thing that drew his attention toher.
Sure, he’d noticed her physical beauty—he’d have to have been blind not to—but it wasn’t the thing that made him want to think of her beyond his initial appreciation for her physicalform.
Beautiful women weren’t exactly rare finds in his circle. Having money meant you could surround yourself with pretty things whenever you wanted. But Mandisa’s beauty was clouded by the weight of something. He didn’t know what it was, only that it was real and tangible, as evidenced by the change in her body languagenow.
For some reason Slade hadn’t quite figured out yet, from the very moment he’d noticed her burden, he’d wanted to relieve her ofit.
He gathered her in his arms and held her tightly in his hold, hoping somehow his strength alone would be enough to ease herdiscomfort.
“Problems on thejob?”
She nodded her head absently. “Yeah.”
“What? Your boss pissing youoff?”
“If it were that simple, I’d just find another job,” sheanswered.
“Thenwhat?”
“I am the boss, but that’s the problem. I became a chemist because I loved science, loved creating new things with my science. Eighteen months ago, some major changes happened in the company, and I ended up becoming the boss. Running a business is fine for those that really want it. But I’d rather be lost in my lab than dealing with the crap bosses haveto.”
Kindredspirits.
