I can feel the orgasm building, I’m so fucking primed, and spitting through clenched teeth, I pull back out, only to push back into her waiting mouth.
Her eyes never leave mine as I cup her jaw with my other hand, the silent connection between us more powerful than any I’ve ever felt before.
“Sasha,” I say her name, and it breaks in the middle.
She grabs my hips, squeezing, as she takes me deeper. It’s all the answer I need. All the affirmation I could want that she feels it too.
I thrust in and out of her mouth, my body on fire. All the control I exercised yesterday is gone, and with another powerful push, I let out a roar, cum exploding from the end of my cock.
I’m mindless as I chase every last ounce of pleasure and then my shoulders curl down, my head dropping as my knees bend. But I don’t collapse.
Instead, I scoop up my women, bringing her to my chest and wrapping her tightly in my embrace, as I fall back onto the bed, bringing her with me. “That was…”
Her hands flutter over my bare chest. “Did I do all right?”
“What?”
“I just…I’ve never…” Worried eyes meet mine.
Is she serious? It was the most powerful orgasm of my life and she’s asking me if she did all right? “Baby, it was so good.”
“Promise?”
“I promise. It was the best.” I close my eyes, just enjoying the feel of her on top of my body, the way her fingertips are dancing over my skin.
“You’re sure?”
“I’m sure.” I force my eyes open again. “What’s got you worried.”
“I’ve never done any of this before.”
“Trust me, you’re a natural.”
That pulls a small smile on her lips. “Really?”
I nod. “In two minutes, I should be recovered enough to go eat that food you put out.”
She giggles then. “The sandwiches are for sure soggy by now.”
“Worth it,” I mutter, but then I push up, sliding her to the side. She gives me a confused look before I bend over and grabmy T-shirt, sliding the dress off her shoulders and pulling my shirt over her body.
I could go in the closet and get something I bought for her, but I like her in my clothes.
Then I take her hands and help her off the bed.
“Let’s get some food in you,” I say, wrapping my arms around her.
She hugs me back, her cheek resting on my chest. “Sounds good.”
“And while we eat, I’ve got a few questions I’d like to ask.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Sasha
What kind of questions?My heart starts hammering in my chest. “All right.”
My mind reels in a thousand different directions. He left me alone for most of the afternoon. Is he upset with me? Is all of this more trouble than it’s worth to him?
