Then she sagged against me, panting.
“How was that?” I whispered when she seemed to catch her breath.
She peered up at me through her hair. “Your turn,” she whispered with a little grin. Then she kept moving, fucking me.
She planted her hands on my chest and pushed herself upright. I pumped my hips into her, watching her. She was still panting, practically breathless, but she was giving it her all.
I grabbed her tits and squeezed, teasing her nipples with my thumbs, and watched her mouth drop open. I let myself go, just letting her body take over. And I felt that sudden agonizing, delicious pressure in my balls, pulling all my focus… and then the eruption—sheer liquid pleasure bursting through me as I blew inside her.
She kept riding me as I groaned and bucked beneath her—until I stopped her by grabbing her hips.
“God. Too much…” I groaned, and she giggled.
She leaned down and kissed me on the forehead as I sighed and went limp. She slid off me and flopped on her stomach next to me, planted her face in the pillow… and giggled again.
I slapped her butt and gave it a squeeze.
Then I worked the condom off and dropped it next to me on the bed. Couldn’t be bothered to get up yet.
I looked at her. She was grinning at me.
“Better than last night?” I asked her. “Didn’t hurt too much?”
She propped her head up on her hand. “It hurt, kind of. But… I liked it.”
“Yeah?”
“Oh my God,” she breathed. “I fucking loved it.”
Jesus Christ. This girl was gonna destroy me. My heart was still pounding.
How was it this fucking good… herfirsttime?
Well… second time.
She was still grinning at me. I just lay next to her in the afterglow, soaking it up. Courteney Clarke made the whole room glow when she smiled.
“This is so perfect…” she murmured. I drifted my hand up her back, and she sighed. “We should get married.”
I fucking froze.
She burst out laughing. “JUST KIDDING! Oh my God, the look on your face!”
I stared at her.
“You totally thought I was gonna be weird about this…” She actually kinda cackled.
Yup. She was laughing at me.
I took my hand back.
“Just chill,” she said, catching her breath. “Wow. No wonder you didn’t want to have sex with me.”
I relaxed, somewhat.
“I never said I didn’t want to have sex with you.”
“Hmmm.Courteney Rush…” she mused, and I scowled at her. “Mrs… Xander… Rush.” Then she burst out laughing again. “Oh my God, YOUR FACE. Quit making that face. I can’t even.”
