“Fuck, Lucy. If there was an Olympics for sex, we’d take gold for sure.”
My stomach makes a gurgling sound, and I laugh.
“Was that you?”
“We skipped dinner, remember?”
“Let me get my phone. We can order something.”
I prop my head up on my hand as I watch him locate his phone. He has such a nice ass. A nice back. A really great penis.
He must feel me watching him, because he glances over at me as he picks up his phone. “What?”
I shrug. “Just watching you.”
“You want me to fuck you again before the food comes?”
Even though I should be spent and exhausted, somehow, he stokes desire in me again. “Maybe,” I say.
“Jesus Christ. Let’s order, or we’re going to get into it again and you’re going to die of hunger before any food actually arrives.”
“Sounds good,” I say.
“Unless you want to go out,” he says, throwing me a look I can’t quite place. “I mean, I don’t want you to think this is just about ... You know, we were meant to go to dinner, and we only managed a drink and—”
“I know this isn’t just sex,” I blurt out. I had to say it. I had to lay my cards on the table, almost like a challenge.
“Right,” he says. “It’s more than that.” He presses a kiss to my head. “But the sexisphenomenal.”
“Right,” I reply. “The sex is great.”
I sit up on the bed, my legs crossed so he can see my pussy.
“Let me order something that will take at least forty minutes.”
I lean back, watching him as he hits his phone frantically, over and over, then tosses it over his shoulder. “Sustenance is on its way. In the meantime—”
He grabs an ankle and pulls me to the edge of the bed.
His cock rears in front of me, and I’m just at the perfect height. I take his hands and put them on my head. I want him to take what he needs from me.
I circle my tongue at the base of his cock and bring it up to the crown. He groans above me. There’s renewed wetness between my legs at the sound of his pleasure. At the sound of my power over him. I want more.
I scoot back on the bed, then flip so I’m on my back, my head tipped back on the edge of the mattress. I glance up at him, and his eyes flare. I bring my knees up and drop them to the side before sliding my hand between my thighs.
“No,” he thunders. “That’s mine.” He grabs my wrist and takes my fingers in his mouth, sucking my wetness off. It’s so wanton, dirty, and sexy. I’ve never had sex like this with someone before, where there are no barriers or embarrassment. There’s only what makes each other feel good.
I reach for his cock and feed it into my throat. He leans forward onto the bed, reaching for my pussy. His fingers work through my folds as he slides into my mouth, gentle but unrelenting.
“Fuck, Lucy. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
I know what he’s thinking. It’s too much. It’s too good. But all I want is more.
He works his fingers over and over, and his cock slides in and out of my mouth. It gets so deep I don’t know if I can take much more, but when he shifts out, I want him back immediately.
I feel crazed with lust for this man. Like I’d do anything he asked of me. My hips twist as the pleasure builds, and I know I’m losing control. There are too many sensations to handle, so many parts of my body responding to his.
And it’s as if he knows, because he steps away, sheaths his cock in another condom and rearranges me so I’m lying in front of him again, my legs either side of his.
