Oh, she is sassy, too. It makes me want to spank her ass, but I don’t respond. All I need to do is push my cock further into her, and she melts back down onto the bed. When I’m all the way inside her tight pussy, she gasps.
I suck in a breath, her warmth surrounding my cock, stealing my breath. “You were made for me, just perfect.”
“You knocked the breath out of me.”
“You have no idea what you got yourself into, Kendall. You’re mine. For tonight at least.”
Just tonight.
I grab the pillow while still inside her, and tuck it under her hips to deepen the pleasure for both of us. My eyes go to hers to check in; I don’t want it to hurt.
“You okay with this?” Not moving at all until she gives me the green light.
Through her ragged breath and moaning, she says, “Yes, just go easy at first so I can get used to it.”
My body shifts slightly into a position that will allow me to ease her into this. With a few pumps, she’s begging me. “Dane, I’m ready. Please, harder, faster.”
If she keeps talking to me like that, it won’t take long for me to come. Her moaning is sensual as fuck. I want her to scream with pleasure. Pumping my cock into her pussy at a punishing pace, the moaning turns to panting…
“Is that as hard as you can go?” she taunts through a panting breath.
She is sassy as fuck. “That fucking mouth. If my cock wasn’t buried inside of you, you’d be choking on it.”
I thrust harder into her pussy as she clenches hard around me. The sound of my balls slapping against her echoes in the room, this angle hitting her in the right spot as she pants with pleasure. Her hands squeeze my biceps, and her legs wrap tighter around my waist, and that keeps me going.
I whisper in her ear. “Is that better?”
Her hands move up to my face, and she pulls me down to her mouth. Our lips crash into each other. I didn’t think my cock could get any harder, but kissing her makes me lose all control, and I pound harder into her, my cock almost painfully hard.
She whimpers, “Yes…More.”
And then, all I feel are her walls contracting around my cock, and I can’t hold out any longer. My balls tighten, and cum erupts, filling her with my heat. Her nails rake down my arms, and her legs wrap like a vice around my body. My release seems to trigger her own, and her climax rattles through her, the feeling intense.
Collapsing on top of her for a split second and then pulling out, I take care of the condom and trash it under the nightstand basket. When I roll over, I take her with me. Facing each other, she places her hand on my face and gazes at me, deep into my soul, as if she sees inside of me. All she does is smile and brush her fingers along my beard.
Silence takes over as we savor the peaceful moment. After a few minutes, I crawl out of bed and head to the bathroom. Looking over my shoulder, I smile back at her. All I see is her red hair scattered all around her. She looks like a goddess.
I clean myself off and grab a warm facecloth for her. Walking out of the bathroom, my stomach drops as I glimpse what couldbe. She’s lying in bed waiting for me to come back, gorgeous, and we just had the best sex in…forever. I think I want to get to know her better, as a person, a strong woman I wouldn’t mind having by my side. But there’s something more tethering me to her. This powerful pull to her is unmistakable.
I approach the bed where she is lying and gently clean her before tossing the cloth back toward the basket. She glances up at me with a slow smile, and she tilts her head, as if she is trying to figure me out. Like I’m a puzzle and she wants to put it together. Her eyes jump between mine, searching.
“That was amazing,” she all but purrs.
“You were amazing. Would you like a T-shirt?”
“Umm…”
Oh, shit, did I just inadvertently invite her to stay the night? What is wrong with me?
Hesitating before I stand up, there are no overnights; it’s the rule. But she’s someone who sets my body on fire, and the sex? The best ever. I could see breaking the rules…just for tonight, just for her.
I stroll over to the dresser, grab a t-shirt from the drawer, and bring it over to her. “Here, you can sleep in this.” Tugging on her to sit up, I slide the shirt over her head, then kiss her ever so softly.
She seems antsy. “Is this a typical night for you? Offering a t-shirt.”
A deep laugh comes out. “Definitely not a typical night. And I thought you’d be more comfortable in one of my shirts.”
She sits up and takes it off. “I like sleeping naked.” Dragging her eyes over my body, lingering on my half-mast cock, I shake it for her.
