Taking a condom in hand, I tear open the gold packet with my teeth, take it out, and sheath myself. Lying back into the bed, I grip her waist. “Ride me.”
“Oh. Um.” She looks nervous. “I’ve, uh, never done it on top before.”
“You can do it.”
Pushing up onto her knees, she scoots closer until she’s hovering right above my dick. She’s hesitant until I slide my finger over her and circle her clit. Reaching down, I hold my dick still. “Lower yourself on top of me.”
She does, and I’ve got to tell you, having the tip inside her is making me dizzy. I’m tempted to press up, but I want her to do this. At least I want to be seated all the way first. With my hands on her waist, I move them up and down giving her gentle encouragement. As she begins to press down, my eyes roll back into my head.
“Jesus, Lou.” I want to tell her what an amazing cunt she’s got, but women don’t always appreciate that kind of language.
“Oh, my god.” She says, pressed as far down on me as she can go. “I’m so full.”
Fuck yes.
Hands still on her middle, I urge her to move up again. She’s a quick study, that’s for sure, because in no time, she’s moving up and down and side to side and front to back, seeking release.
I do my best to help her. When she moves down, I lift my pelvis off the bed and press inside. “Yesss,” she hisses. “Do that.”
As she wishes.
Up and down, up and down, the faster she goes, the harder I press in. Her tits are bouncing and I love it. Again, probably not something I should say aloud. But goddamn. She’s got beautiful tits. I move up onto one elbow and catch one between my lips. I use my finger and circle her clit. When I feel her tighten around me, I know I’ve got her where she needs to be. My eyes are fixed on her face as her head drops back. A moan I’m pretty sure they heard at the front desk escapes her lips, and I smile.
She slumps over me. “Wow. That was a monumental orgasm.”
I smile with pride. But I’m not finished with her yet. Easing her off the top, I roll her onto her back. Moving over her, I kiss her. She wraps her arms around me and kisses me back. Pulling back, I smile down at her. “Roll over onto your tummy. Head down, ass up.”
Lou’s surprised expression makes me chuckle. But she moves faster than I thought she could after that “monumental orgasm.” When she’s in position, I run my palm down from her shoulder to her ass. “Your ass is what dreams are made of, babe.”
She snorts but I ignore it. Instead, I give it a little pat. Nothing hard. “You ready?”
“Yes.”
With one hand on her left cheek, I slide inside. Deep. “Oh, my god.”
“Never done it like this, either?”
“No. But, I wish I had.”
Pulling out halfway, I press inside again.
“More,” she moans.
I give her more. And more. And more. When I’m close, I reach around her in search of her clit. When I find it, I run my middle finger around and pinch. She squeezes me so goddamn hard, I think I’ll black out. Instead, I come. And come.
After that, it’s my turn to slump. I lay over her back as she falls onto the mattress. I follow her down and wrap her up in my arms. Kissing her shoulder, I close my eyes and sigh. “You’re a great fuck, woman.”
I feel her tense up in my arms; I give her a squeeze. What I said, yeah, that was crass. I should have kept it to myself, but sometimes, in the heat of the moment, a guy says shit he probably shouldn’t.
Sue me.
CHAPTERSIXTEEN
LOU
The sex,well, what can I say? It was amazing. The best I’ve ever had. And I’m not sure that’s all due to Chase. I mean, yes, he knows what he’s doing, that’s for sure. Plus, his body is out of this world, with his muscled arms and hard stomach. The second he pulled off his underwear and I saw his, well, his member, the first word to pop into my head was “cock.” Also, “shaft,” “python,” and “that’snotgonna fit.” The two other men I’ve been with, it was always just a penis. Those guys never had me pondering better names for their, well, penises. But Chase’s was deserving of a few others. Grander ones.
Plus, he gave me two orgasms. That’s two more than Alan Allen gave me and, well, two more than my ex-fiancé too. He tried, the poor guy. He really tried. He finished too early and when he finished, he was done. But, after Chase came and after he said that stupid thing about me being a “great fuck,” he still spent time touching and kissing me. He said some redeeming things, like how soft my skin was and how pretty my hair was—things of that nature. He fell asleep soon after. That’s where we are right now. I glance at the clock on the bedside table. It’s not quite ten yet. I’m tempted to slide out from beneath him, get dressed, and sneak out, but a taxi from Excelsior to Zodiac Hills would cost me a mint.
