“Yes! Fuck me, Elijah!” She pulled my head down for a hot kiss, but ripped her mouth away so she could groan loudly. “Right there… Oh my God! I’ve never… Yes! Fuck, yes!”
Her pussy spasmed around my cock, and I couldn’t hold back another second. I pinned her hands above her head as white-heat burned me from head to toe and bolts of both pleasure and pain zapped my balls. I finally knew what it meant by something hurting so good.
“You feel so goddamned good,” I gruffly said as the pleasure built, pulling my body taut. And like with a rubber band, my body snapped when the pressure became too much. “Maegan!” I roared her name, rutting inside her and riding out my orgasm as I flooded the condom.
I collapsed on top of her but braced the bulk of my weight on my elbows. I loved the feel of her lush tits pushing into my chest as she labored to catch her breath. I reluctantly pulled my softening dick out of her tight heat, but I needed to dispose of the condom.
“There.” Maegan pointed to a trash can beside her nightstand. She lay sprawled across her bed wearing nothing but that pearl necklace and a satisfied smile. Seeing her looking so deliriously happy made me want to strut my stuff, but it would take a while before I had the strength in my legs to pull it off. She looked pretty damned pleased with herself too, as she should. “I’m going to be walking funny for a week after the orgasms you gave me last night and tonight.”
“How many?”
“A lady never tells.”
“There was nothing ladylike about you just now when you demanded I fuck you. So, Freckles, tell me. How many times did I make you come?” Finding out became my number-one mission and I wasn’t above playing dirty to get the answer.
“About every four hours throughout the night,” Maegan said. “I would come, fall asleep, dream of you, then wake up hot and sweaty with a throbbing clit that wouldn’t let me rest until I rubbed one out again. How about you? Did you jerk off last night while thinking about me?” So much fucking boldness, and not a drop of shame for the way she felt. She was pure perfection.
“Until I thought I would pull my skin off. Damn, Freckles, you wind me up.” A thought suddenly occurred to me. “Did you touch yourself after I left your shop?”
“No, but I wanted to.”
“Jesus, your honesty and the way you go after what you want is so damn sexy,” I told her, brushing the damp hair off her forehead.
“I don’t believe in lies and games.” Maegan ran her finger across my collarbone then below to the jagged scar on my left shoulder that I received in a bar fight during my wilder days. I could tell she wanted to know about it, but didn’t ask. Instead she raised her head and pressed a gentle kiss on the ugly, raised skin. “What you see is what you get with me, Elijah.”
“I like what I see.” It was true. There wasn’t anything about her that I didn’t like. Seeing the sexy tattoos she hid beneath her clothes intrigued me. The one on her thigh was my favorite because I pictured myself tracing every detail of the flowers and vines with my tongue before I licked and sucked a path to her delicious pussy. What stood out more to me in my post-coital bliss was how badly I wanted to get to know Maegan. What was her favorite music, food, and movies. Did she like sports? Did she prefer television or movies? Batman or Superman?
It had been a long time since I wanted to know something about a woman other than how good she was in bed. Normally, I showed up, we both came, and then I went home. I never repeated sex with the same woman. It was one and done; no exceptions. I wasn’t relationship material—not anymore. Maegan was different; she made me want to linger in her bed and… cuddle.Fuck!
“You’re starting to freak out. Why?”
“I am not,” I said, but it sounded pretty weak.
“Your body is tense, and I can hear you thinking,” Maegan countered. “You’re not worried that I’m going to start making demands on your time, are you? I’m not even sure I like you beyond your magnificent body and magic cock.”
“Magic cock,” I scoffed.
“Trust me, sexy. It was pure magic for me.” She tweaked my nipple. “Seriously, relax and don’t worry that you’ll find me waiting on your front porch for you to come home from work or start stalking you around town.”
“What do you want from me?” I asked after a few moments of awkward silence. I was almost afraid to hear the answer. I was going to be unhappy if she said she wanted nothing, but I wasn’t going to be happy if she said she wanted to date. The only thing I could offer her was sex, but Maegan didn’t strike me as fuck buddy material.
“Sex and pizza.”
“More sex?” I asked to clarify.
“If you do,” she said, sounding nervous for the first time that night.
Did I want repeat sex with Maegan?“Yes. Yes, I do.”
“Mmmmm. Soooo good, Elijah.” Maegan was as vocal about her love of food as she was about her love for my cock, which stirred when it couldn’t tell the difference between sex and food moans. “Damn, that hit the spot.”Oh, I planned to hit that spot again and again and again.
I set my beer on her coffee table and looked at Maegan. Her hair was piled on top of her head in a messy bun with rebellious strands escaping and framing her face. I would’ve thought it was artfully done had I not watched her do it in less than a minute. My flannel shirt looked so much better on her than it did me, especially when it was closed by the one button between her tits. She’d put on a pair of panties she called boy shorts. They looked like boxer briefs for women and they were my new favorite thing in the world for the way they snugly fit her ass and made her legs look even longer.
With any luck, I’d be peeling those bad boys off her legs and throwing them over my shoulder. The thought of underwear jarred a memory of me tearing hers off. “I owe you a set of bra and panties.”
“Don’t worry about it,” she said, waving her hand. “But I need to know if you plan to make a habit of it, so I can take advantage of the semi-annual sale next month and stock up.”
My breath froze in my throat. Next month was… next month. I knew where I would be living and working, but I had no idea if I would still be ripping underwear off Maegan. I wasn’t sure how to answer her, because I didn’t want to hurt her feelings. Sensing my internal struggle, Maegan reached over and covered my hand with hers.
