He buried his face into her bosom, smothering the animalistic growl in between her ample tits. And when the last wave of his climax finally passed over him, he dropped his head back against the couch cushions. Lifting his fatigued arms until his shaky fingers reached her face, he combed back the now sweat-limp curls and smiled.
Breath still ragged, he spoke in choppy words. “Doing… that… again.” And he would. He just needed hydration and maybe a nap before he could.
“That was amazing.” Vanessa stretched like a satisfied cat coming down off a catnip high. When she opened her eyes, Michael locked his elbow, perching his head on his hand, staring down at her with pride shining in his eyes.
“Thank you for the high praise.” He slid his arm around her waist, pulling her closer against the solid wall of his body. “I do aim to please. In fact,” he said as he let his thumb stroke back and forth over her lower belly, teetering dangerously close toward her mound, “I think maybe we should go for a second round just to make sure I didn’t miss anything vital the first time.”
She turned around in his arms, which took a bit of doing since they were two grown people smashed together on a couch. “I applaud your commitment to thoroughness.”
“It’s that old Boy Scout training kicking in.” He relaxed his face with just the slightest hint of a smile on his pink lips. “In the Scouts, the job isn’t done until it’s done right.”
She ran her fingers through the light dusting of dark hair on his pecs and let her vision linger there for a minute before meeting his gaze again.
“Maybe the Scouts will get my next charitable donation. Because your attention to detail is a thing of beauty. That kind of work ethic should definitely be encouraged.”
“Yeah?” He dipped his head down, stealing a quick kiss before he ran his hand down her back, re-electrifying all the nerves that had just begun to simmer since their first session ended.
By the time his wide, rough palm reached the curve of her ass, she’d wrapped her arm around his neck, pulling him down on top of her. The feel of his thickening flesh against her soft, tender folds made her hips swerve as they involuntarily sought more contact, more sensation, more satisfaction.
“Not that I don’t want this to continue.” He kissed her as he ran his hand down her abdomen until his fingers slipped between her folds, sliding easily against her flesh. “But I don’t have any more condoms down here.” Her legs spread wider and before she could catch her breath, he’d dipped two fingers into her slick opening. He kept sliding his digits in and out until all she could do was moan in response. “And even though I could spend an entire night watching you ride my fingers, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t aching to slide inside you again.”
She closed her eyes. She couldn’t watch him pleasuring her and not spill over into bliss within seconds.
“If you plan for us to make it upstairs,” she huffed through clenched teeth, “then you’d better stop now.”
He settled back behind her, continuing manipulations. “Not yet,” he whispered in her ear, biting the tender flesh of her lobe. “Not when I know you’re so close to coming.” He let his thumb slide over the sensitive flesh of her clit and the first spasm of climax made her clamp down on his fingers.
“That’s it, baby,” he whispered as his fingers continued to move inside her, twisting and teasing until she was so close every nerve in her body was on fire. “Come all over my fingers and we can take this party to my bedroom.”
His thumb and fingers working in tandem against her clit and inside her walls carried her into bliss. As her pleasure climbed higher, locking every muscle in her body as her climax seized control of her, she broke apart for him.
And through it all, he continued to whisper sweet, sexy things in her ear that wouldn’t let the powerful orgasm abate. Instead, he continued to stroke her, continued his litany of the filthy things he wanted to do to her when they were upstairs, until she was so spent, all she could do was lay there like an overcooked noodle.
“You are entirely too good at that.” She was out of breath, as if she’d run some type of marathon instead of orgasming on this man’s couch.
He sat up, then tugged on her arm until she followed, straddling him. “Trust me, I get just as much pleasure from doing it as you. I could watch you come all night.”
“And I’m certainly not against letting you try.” She kissed him, loving the lazy way they enjoyed each other without frenzy, nor care of when the next act of their lovemaking would occur. She knew he was ready to begin their next round by the hard cock she was sitting on top of.
Instead of rushing her upstairs so he could have what he’d said he wanted, he took his time palming her ass and kissing her to within an inch of her life as he ground his hips against hers.
The distant sound of metal clinking against metal tugged at her consciousness. Not enough to make her give up the sweetness of his lips and the tongue stroking against hers, but enough that her focus became slightly split between what Michael was doing to her and that sound.
Michael ripped his mouth away from hers just before spouting, “Oh, shit!”
Before she could process what was happening, she looked up in time to see the front door opening and a young woman with features similar to Michael’s walking in the door.
“Cindy, don’t come—”
Already inside, and the large looming figure behind her stepped into the light.
“Vanessa?”
The sound of Karl’s voice made Michael’s body tense against hers, wrapping protective arms around her.
“Get out!” His booming voice rumbled through the room. It was too late, though. Cindy and Vanessa’s ex-husband, Karl, were already inside with a partially obstructed view of Michael and Vanessa naked as hell on the couch.
Chapter 18
