We’ve gota long night in store for us, but god, this woman’s driving me crazy. She’s amazingly good at what she’s doing, too good. In fact, I can’t let her keep going. I pull her up toward me and notice the hurt expression on her face. “No baby, it’s not that,” I say, lifting her chin with my finger. “We’re just getting started.”
Winnie nods and presses her soft, full lips against mine. When it comes to kissing, she deserves an award. I lurch against her stomach as she presses hard up against me once more. “Get on the bed and spread your legs,” I groan into her mouth. She wastes no time. Her hair splays out like a halo, and she opens her knees, presenting me with her dripping wetness.
“Christ, it’s like I’ve died and gone to heaven.” I grip her creamy, thick thighs and position myself where I can best taste her. My tongue dances along her slick opening. She writhes with pleasure as I suck her tiny bundle of nerves into my mouth and press one finger deep inside of her. I can’t get enough of her hot juices, coating my lips and beard. Just her scent is enough to make me come.
“I like that,” she moans as I kiss her inner thighs.
“I could taste you all night, princess.” I twist my hand and tap my finger, finding her g-spot. She gasps, and I know she’s close. I flick her with my tongue, loving the way she moans my name.
“Oh my God,” she moans, “I’m coming, Jase. I’m fucking coming so hard.” And she is, all over my face. Her hips buck upward, and I hold on for the ride, unable to lap up her sweet nectar fast enough. This glorious woman is a fucking goddess, and I want to taste her again and again.
…but first thing’s first
I kiss my way up her stomach, taking time with each of her full, round globes. Winnie’s body is absolutely perfect, sturdy, and soft at the same time. If I were a marrying man, she’d be the kind of woman I’d choose.
Where did that come from?Marriage, bad…one night stand, good.
“Are you okay?” She asks me.
“Why?” Shit, I sound defensive.
“No reason,” she says and shimmies down so that our lips meet. Her kisses alone are enough to send me into the danger zone. “That felt really good, Jase.”
“I know,” I say, teasing her. “I want to make you feel even better than that.”
“Oh yeah?” She gasps as I suck her nipple into my mouth. “How’s that?”
I climb off of her and dig into my nightstand. “Thank you for that,” she says when she sees what I’m doing. I don’t respond. Instead, I climb on top of her and position my tip against her opening.
I part her folds, and Winnie’s sweet mouth forms a perfect o-shape when I press my way inside of her. She’s so tight, her walls squeezing me in just the right way. Damn, it’s been a minute for me, too.
“Oh yeah,” she whispers, her eyes pinched tight. She’s so beautiful, like a Norse Shield-Maiden or something. I may have underestimated how delicate she’d be. As far as I’m concerned, she’s a strong fucking queen.
I press a little further into her, easing my way so that it’s fun for both of us. I stop every so often until I’m all the way inside. Our pelvises press against each other, and now it’s my turn to moan. It’s like our bodies were made for each other.
We find our rhythm, then have some fun. Winnie lets me do things to her that I’ve always dreamed of. I take her from behind while she grips the bedpost. She rides me with her back to me, bending in ways I’d never dreamed were possible. Finally, when I can’t take it anymore, I throw her on her back and bury myself as deep as I can. “I can’t hold it any longer, baby,” I say, dark spots are already dancing in my vision. “I have to come right now.”
She leans up slightly and takes my bottom lip between her teeth. “Come in me, Jase.” She moans, wrapping her hand around my neck and pressing her forehead against mine.
That’s all I need. Gazing into Winnie’s bright aqua eyes, I come harder than I have in years, not holding anything back. My body jerks as I release, but Winnie holds me tight to her. Any ounce of control I still possess flies out the window, but it doesn’t matter; Winnie’s there with me, and I fucking love her for it.
Love? No, no, no…wrong word.
Exhaustion takes over, causing my arms to shake. “Lay down,” she says and turns me on my back. She traces circles in my chest hair, propping her head against her hand. “You’re cute when you come,” she teases.
I let out a little laugh, then furrow my brow. “Yeah, no one’s ever called me cute, Winnie.”
“Well, then it looks like I’m the first.”
“Looks like it,” I say, and when I turn to her, I’m instantly drawn into her gaze. Who is this little rich girl that walked into the bar tonight? My heart sinks, knowing that it doesn’t matter. I don’t do relationships, and unless she’s interested in a friends with benefits arrangement—heavy on the benefits, the chances of me seeing her again are slim to none.
“I like fucking you,” she says, a sly smile playing on her lips.
“Do you?” With my breathing finally back at a normal pace, the tingling returns, and before you know it, I’m hard again. Again, that’s never happened to me before. Winnie really is out of this world. I roll over and press a soft kiss against her lips, on her cheeks, her nose, and chin.
I don’t understand it, but it’s like I’ve known her for longer than just tonight. There’s a familiarity I feel with her, an intimacy on a level I’m not used to experiencing.
I clear my throat and roll her on top of me, again digging my hardness into her soft stomach. Winnie licks her lips and smiles. “What are you, Superman?”