I stop my press inexorably into her to allow her to get used to the stretch.
“More. Get all of it in. Fill me up,” she urges.
I slam in hard.
“Oh Fuck. Big. Big,” she moans excitedly.
“Too much?” I ask, knowing the answer.
“No. Stay. It’s perfect.”
One of her hands swings back and feels around until she has a firm grip on my ass. She is demanding I stay balls-deep. I feel her breath catch more than once, and I think I do the same, feeling the incredible, swollen, almost too much pressure inside her, nudging myself through the wall of wet, spasming flesh.
“Tell me how much you want my cock,” I ask, grinding slowly in and out of her, my fingers flicking over her clit.
“Just keep fucking my pussy. Nice and deep,” she groans, followed by a string of unholy sounds from her throat.
The big bed creaks as I pound away any thoughts of George from her head. I make her scream raggedly into the sheets and pillow.
“Uh … huh. Oh my God. Make me … oh, Rhett. Yes. Like that. That’s it. Oh, man … Oh God. Yes. Like that. Like that. That! That! ... Exactly like that.”
I put my everything into her and plow in and out of her tight little pussy. When I look down at the shivering, lost flesh under me, I know without a doubt that she is mine now. And lily-livered George can go take a flying leap off the white cliffs of Dover.
I pump her half to heaven until we both give each other what we crave.
For a long while, neither of us speaks. Then she turns to me. “That was something, huh?”
“It was.”
She bites her lip. “To be that good, I suppose you get a lot of practice.”
I hide my amusement. “It was good not because I’m good, but because we’re good together.”
“Was it this good with Vanessa?” she asks softly.
I laugh. “No.”
“No?” She sounds hopeful.
“No. Finding the person you have off-the-charts sexual chemistry with is not easy.”
“And we have off the charts sexual chemistry?”
“Absolutely, and I say this from extensive experience,” I say dryly.
“Now that the naked event is over, what’s the dress code for the next event?” she asks cheekily.
“Well, there’s nothing wedding stuff happening today, so I was thinking we could visit Montauk Point Lighthouse. The views are spectacular, and it’s quiet and peaceful. Just you, me, and the ocean.”
Her eyes light up at that, the kind of genuine excitement. “Montauk? I’ve never even heard of it. That sounds amazing.”
Warmth spreads in my chest at her enthusiasm. “It’s a bit of a trek, but I promise it’ll be worth it. You will get your fill of history, see some nice scenery, and maybe even have a little adventure.”
She laughs, the sound bouncing around the room and making my pulse race. “An adventure, huh? Is that your polite way of saying we’re going to find a secluded spot and you’re going to have your wicked way with me?”
I lean back on my elbows, my eyes twinkling. “Exactly. Unless you’re too chicken …”
Her mock offended expression makes me laugh out loud. “Too chicken? Don’t underestimate me, Rhett Remington.”
