She nodded, and I watched as her hand drifted over her pussy, matching the tempo of her slow circles. My perceptiveness served me well. She was heaven, taking every inch of me as I continued driving into her.
“Harder,” she panted.
I pulled out and slammed into her, pulling her back to meet my thrust again and again in a torturously slow rhythm. Time was inconsequential. I would fuck this woman until time stood still for all I cared.
I was sweating and the smell of chlorine still poured off our skin. My fingers bruised her hips as I watched where our bodies were joined, my dick gliding in and out, glistening with her desire.
Fucking beautiful.
“Faster,” she demanded, breathlessly. Her fingers drifted over her clit in a quicker rhythm, and I drove into her, picking up my pace. Pounding into her in hard, punishing thrusts, over and over. I was so close to losing it, to toppling over the ledge without her. I gritted my teeth, thinking about baseball, work, my grandma, anything to keep myself from coming.
I was rewarded with her walls tightening around me again as she gasped and clutched at the pillow, mumbling words into the sheets likeoh my godandfuck fuck fuckandnever stop.
And shit, I didn’t want to stop, but my orgasm was barreling through me like a runaway train as her pussy clamped down on my cock. There was no stopping it. I groaned, my release pulsing into the condom as I came so hard that I swore I saw stars.
One And Done
Eve
Icollapsedontothemattress, out of breath and exhausted. Today had been one hell of a long day. Ben rolled off the bed and grabbed his boxers off the floor before stumbling into the bathroom. I laid in the bed, dumbfounded. I had never had sex like that. It was mind-blowing.
If it had been anyone else, I’d ask them to stay. But this was Ben and while tonight was fun, I knew that’s all he wanted. I wasn’t about to get in deeper than I should just because he could make me orgasm. Not once, not twice, butthreetimes.
I sighed and grabbed the hotel robe from the closet, pulling it on as the water ran in the bathroom. I snagged Ben’s pants from the floor and knocked on the bathroom door.
“Yeah?” he called, before opening the door wearing only his boxers.
I stood there, his pants dangling from my outstretched hand.
“I thought you might want to get dressed,” I said.
“Kicking me out already?” He smiled, his fingertips brushing mine as he grabbed his slacks from my grip.
“I figured you’d want to get some sleep since we have to be up and ready for breakfast in”—I glanced at the clock—“four hours.”
The happy couple had planned a celebratory breakfast tomorrow morning for close friends and family. If he went back to his room now, I’d manage a few hours of sleep before having to get up and get ready for that.
“I’d rather stay here,” he said.
“Did you forget the rules already?” I arched a brow, trying to push aside the butterflies that were fluttering madly in my belly at the thought of him staying.
“Which rule said I couldn’t stay the night after pulling off a hat trick and making you come three times?”
He wasn’t going to make this easy.
“That would be rule number 2. One and done.”
“What was it you told me earlier? Some rules are made to be broken? What happened to the rebel who broke us into the pool?”
I looked up at him, studying his jade green eyes. My teeth dug into my bottom lip as I bit back my smile.
“Ben, it was just supposed to be some fun.”
He stepped closer. “I’d say it was fun, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes, but...” I pulled my robe closer, wrapping my arms around myself.
“And I think there’s more fun to be had between you and me. What was it you said? No promises? No expectations?” He reached out his hand, stroking my cheek lightly before tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.
