I couldn’t go deep enough. Couldn’t bury myself in her sweet swollen pussy far enough.
I growled with pain and pleasure. “Fuck, Julie. Fuck.” My belly clenched in a spasm as the orgasm shot through me like a bullet.
I filled her with my release, hilting my cock in her. I kissed and licked at her legs, while I emptied everything I had. She quivered under me, her orgasm unlatching seconds after mine. I watched in fascination as her hands massaged her nipples and she glowed from the pink light behind her as she reveled in her ecstasy.
34
Julie
Hawk collapsed next to me on the closet floor. The vibrator hummed somewhere behind me, but I liked the low glow it cast. It somehow made the space feel intimate and sensual. But wasn’t that how everything was between us now? I rolled toward him, resting my hand on his bare chest.
“I liked that.” I smiled, kissing the hard plane of his bicep.
“Fuck,” he whispered. “What was that?”
I felt satisfied. I felt goddess-like. I felt like a girl in love.
“Amazing,” I answered.
“You like your present?”
“Can we use it again tomorrow?” I giggled.
“It was that good?” he asked.
I moved to climb on top of his sculpted body. My nipples draped over his skin and I scooted backward, letting his cock rest between my folds. We both sighed with the new position.
“I think you’ve opened my eyes to a world I didn’t know I would like,” I purred, my body alive with sensation.
“You’re not exactly shy,” he remarked.
“Not with you.”
I’d never been this daring. This free. This experimental. First I had let him tie me up with a scarf and now I’d let him fuck me with a vibrator. What else would I try? What else would he show me that I would like?
He squeezed my ass, gripping it with his palm. “Don’t be. Never be shy with me, baby. I love fucking you. I love your fucking body. And I’ll do whatever it takes to show you.”
I didn’t know if he could see my smile in the pink light of the closest, but it was there.
“Should we go check on Hunter?” I suggested.
Hawk’s chest rumbled with laughter. “You think this is what parents do? Fuck in hidden closets and then tuck in their kids?”
I giggled. I’d never thought about it. I didn’t know what they did. How did my friends with kids balance marriage and children along with their careers? I thought about the tired faces I saw every morning in the teacher’s lounge. Moms who were up all night with a feverish baby. Moms who spent extra hours on homework. Moms who tried to squeeze in a girls’ night and stayed out too late because they were desperate for something of their own.
But I’d never thought about those tired faces from this. From mind-blowing, can’t-get-enough-of-it sex. Because those women put time and energy into their relationships. Because they stayed up all night having one epic orgasm after another.
“I guess so. I hope so.” I planted a kiss on his firm lips. I wanted that to be true. I wanted this to be our new reality.
“Shh.” He silenced me, turning off the vibrator with a quick flick.
“What is it?”
“It’s quiet out there. Completely quiet.”
“So?”
“So, I don’t think we need to leave the closet for a long long time.”