She waited impatiently, checking him out as he bent over to remove the last of his clothes. She loved the way his lithe muscles flexed and moved with even the most simple of tasks. If she were an artist, she would have insisted on painting him every second of the day. He was her own personal David.
She realized as his he finished removing his shoes that she should have used this time to take off her own panties, but she had been too busy looking at his body. She shrugged. They still had at least eight minutes left.
She was back in his lap, her legs straddling his perfect naked body beneath her. Her hand touched his smooth skin, trying to feel every part of him she could reach. He was sprawled out beneath her and hers for the taking. She wanted to touch and kiss every inch of his skin. There were, of course, some impressive inches that she wanted to touch more than others.
Ethan's hands were back on her ass. His fingers grabbed at her through the silky fabric in the back and his manhood pressed against the fabric of the front. Heat rolled up her spine and straight into her brain. All she could think about was getting him inside of her.
“Condom?” Laura asked, sitting up and looking around for his pants.
He held up the small square between his two fingers. “Grabbed it while I was taking off my pants,” he told her, ripping it open. He quickly sheathed himself.
She was panting with need now. She only had five minutes to make him hers forever. She had five minutes before he was gone. She was determined to make the most of them.
Laura leaned down to put her lips next to his ear. “There. Now, you're clear for take-off.”
He chuckled and thrust deep. Laura's world condensed into one purely of pleasure. She gasped and writhed as he plunged within her. How did every time he filled her it felt better than the last? He groaned and bucked his hips to meet her, heat rising in them both.
There wasn't much time left.
“You feel so good,” he said, his voice deep and husky with desire. “I could stay here all day.”
“No, sir! The clock on the wall says you only have...” She pretended to strain to see the clock, but she had lost track of time anyway. “Three minutes to get off.”
He laughed, then hugged her tight. He thrust his hip up, flipping them both over so that she was on her back and he was on top. He placed his arms on either side of her head, giving her the perfect view of his muscled arms. He was in complete control, and she liked it.
She felt safe and wanted like this. He leaned forward and kissed her before starting the motion with his hips that left her gasping. Their bodies moved in tandem, each seeking the edges of rapture. Skin to skin, his lips fused to hers as they crescendoed to their fabulous ending. Her body was ready to be his completely.
He felt so good it was unbelievable.
Together, her legs wrapped around his waist and his arms straining to keep him up, they came apart at the seams and joined. Heaven wrapped itself around the two of them and held them tight for a moment of bliss.
She hated that it was over, but happy it had happened. She wished she didn't have to wait for the next time she had him like this, but he had a plane to catch. Their ten minutes in heaven were up.
“Time to get going,” she whispered, but she didn't move to help him up. She liked the feeling of his weight like a blanket on top of her.
“Just five more minutes,” he muttered into her ear.
“Don't make me use my mom voice,” she warned. He opened one eye and looked at her. She raised her chin up so she could look down her nose at him. “Ethan White, you get up and get on your plane right this instant.”
He laughed and said, “Yes, ma'am.” In a moment, he had pulled out of her, then staggered to the bathroom.
Laura saw his tie on the ground. She couldn't help herself. She reached down and grabbed it, quickly slipping the loop over her head and tightening it back up so that she was wearing the tie, and only the tie.
Ethan came back and began pulling on his clothes. Laura sat on the bed, just waiting for him to notice, but he really was in a hurry now. When he had his button-up shirt back on but still open, he began lifting up pillows and searching under his pants. “Laura, have you seen my tie?”
“Yes, I have,” she said.
“Where is it?”
“Right here,” she said, thrusting her chest forward a little bit. It rested on top of her breasts, and when he finally looked, she saw his eyes dilate again.
He leaned forward and grabbed it. At first, Laura thought he would just lift it up over her head. Instead, he grabbed hold of it, pulling her in for a kiss. The kiss was long, passionate, and for a moment Laura wanted to go again.
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on't have a refractory period, do they? She thought to herself. What was another ten minutes anyway?
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