My tempo was relentless, ripping her pussy more, and soon she was already coming again, but this time I orgasmed too, and it was so intense that my vision blackened for a moment.
“Shit!” I shot my hot load deep into her again and again as her body’s tremors rocked me through my release.
I got out of her and lay down on the floor next to her needing to catch my breath.
“That was so good, Oliver,” she purred.
I turned my head to look at her. Her face was completely relaxed—no traces of her usual seriousness at all. So beautiful.
“This was nothing, angel. You are mine now, and this is far from finished.”
12
Alexandra
The sounds from the kitchen woke me up. I opened my eyes, blinking rapidly as I tried to clear my fuzzy vision. My body felt so spent. I stretched it lazily.
Suddenly, I remembered I wasn’t at my place. I propped myself up on my elbows and focused on my surroundings. I was in Oliver’s bed. We’d made it to his apartment last night after our crazy office sex and we slept together.
Oh my. My body heated immediately when I remembered everything—the way he felt in me, all those orgasms, and how he fucked me against the wall, on the floor, and his chair...
“Oliver,” I breathed out, already turned on.
He was so sexy and muscular. The way he ordered me to do every single thing was making me even more aroused and I couldn’t believe it. I’d never thought I would be the one to be submissive when it came to sex, but I loved it.
I loved his roughness and dominance.
I loved his body and urgency.
He was driving me wild, waking up all those things in me I’d thought never even existed.
It wasn’t enough. The last night wasn’t nearly enough, and I was hoping for more. In the end, my decision to give in to our passion was one of the best decisions I’d ever made.
I stood up and decided to take one of Oliver’s shirts. I put it on me, inhaling his scent like crazy. He smelled so good. I left my panties in his room and went out to meet him in the kitchen.
I entered his kitchen and found him making breakfast.
“Good morning,” I said. He was wearing only his pajama bottoms, displaying his naked upper body completely.
Oh hell, he was so hot.
He turned around, his muscles flexing as he moved. “Good morning.” His eyes immediately slid over my body, and they darkened the next moment. He smiled seductively. “I see that you are wearing my shirt.”
I shrugged my shoulder, feeling overly self-conscious. I’d never done something like this, but I liked it. I liked the way his eyes drank me in. “Is that a problem?”
“Not at all. You are perfect.” His voice became a bit hoarser and my eyes slid to his now visible boner. I felt great knowing I did that do him.
“Did you sleep well?”
“Like a baby.”
He chuckled. “Good. Now take a seat. I’ll finish this in a minute.”
I sat at his kitchen table, watching him work in fascination. Not only he was sexy as hell, but he also cooked. He was perfect.
“So, you cook?”
“Yeah. That’s one of my hobbies.”