“Yes, yes, YES!” she screams, that hot wetness contracting around my bulging rod. She grinds and squirms in my lap, riding out her orgasm before collapsing against my chest, her breathing ragged.
“That was amazing,” she murmurs before looking up into my eyes, her gaze hazy and sated. “Was it good for you too?”
I kiss her again, claiming those sweet lips. “It was more than amazing, sweetheart. It was incredible-licious.”
She giggles as those big brown eyes dance with excitement.
“That’s a nice word. I like it. But you know, Ed, your bed is plenty big enough for two,” she coos. “You want to…?”
I chuckle. “It’s as if you read my mind.”
Then I sweep Susie into my arms bridal style before striding to my bedroom and tossing her on the mattress. Her curves fly everywhere, those big tits bouncing and her thighs sticky with our combined releases. But that’s what I want more of. I want Susie in my bed and in my life, for as long as I can have her.
8
Susie
I wake up to the shower running across the hall and an empty bed beside me. At first, I’m confused but then a huge smile breaks across my face as I remember last night. Goodness, did we really do all that? Ed took me every which way until Sunday, and now, I’m feeling more than a little used and achy, but in a good way.
I giggle. Maybe I should thank my mom for sending me to Ed’s place because it’s been an incredible education. I’ve been with boys in the past, but honestly, they were nothing to write home about. Those teenagers were a bunch of limp dick nerds, while Ed is a true man. He was a passionate, gentle lover last night, who made sure I was okay every step of the way before taking me like a raving beast claiming his mate. It was utterly wonderful, and I shiver deliciously from the memory.
But a girl can’t stay in bed forever. Throwing back the blankets, I slip into shorts and a t-shirt and pad quietly into the kitchen. Hmm, what to make for breakfast? I bought some strawberries from the market yesterday along with all the fixings needed for pancakes, and so while Ed takes the world’s longest shower, I whip up pancakes, eggs, bacon, and a fresh strawberry compote to smear onto the flapjacks for added sweetness.
I place the feast on the table, covering everything with tinfoil to keep warm until Ed is ready, but to my surprise, the shower is still going. How interesting because my man usually showers in five minutes, and is out by the sixth, draped in a towel with his chest bare and gleaming. I know Ed’s been taunting me during my stay here, and he does a good job of it too. For example, there was that one time when his towel cracked open and I saw how his cock hung almost all the way to his knee. Immediately, I went hot and wet, and it feels like I’ve waited for this moment for so long.
But now it’s morning and two can play at this game. I giggle while heading over to the bedroom to change, and put on tight jeans and a shirt with a plunging neckline that shows off the size of my big breasts. Then I up the ante by rubbing my nips a bit through the thin fabric to get them hard. I know my man will notice, and he’ll love it too.
With one last giggle, I head to the kitchen to start a fresh pot of coffee, and finally, the shower turns off. Of course, Ed emerges with a towel hung low on his hips. I’m practically drooling as I take in his chiseled, muscular physique. I swear, that man loves wandering around in a towel, and why not? He’s got the body of Hercules, and sure enough that bronzed chest is displayed to perfection. I can’t help but gape a bit as a rivulet of water disappears between his abs and into the terrycloth waistband. My mouth waters, dying to follow it with my tongue.
“Hey big boy,” I coo flirtatiously. “How are you this morning?”
Ed grunts something and then disappears into the bedroom. I frown. What the hell? He didn’t even look in my direction. Clearly, this is going to take more effort than I thought.
When my man finally reappears, I stand on my toes to give him a familiar kiss on the cheek.
“Morning. Did you have a nice shower? You should’ve woken me because I would have loved to join you.”
Ed has a pained expression on his face, staring at the countertop.
“What happened last night shouldn’t have happened, Susie,” he says in an agonized tone. Oh, is this what it’s about? I shake my head lightly.
“I disagree because I loved every second of it, and I think you did, too. In fact, I know you did,” I say with a meaningful look. Ed still looks tortured though.