Drew kisses my cheek. “Next time, honey. Next time you’ll let me finish,” he says in a gorgeous seduction that makes me want to sign up for that next time even though there’s no guarantee I’ll get over the cliffthistime. What if I don’t?
But I stop thinking when Drew stands at the edge of my bed, unties his shorts, and lets them fall to the floor.
My mouth waters.
His cock is gorgeous. Screw thinking. I want to feel.
5
Terms of Engagement
Drew
I strip off her tank dress, undo her bikini top, then cup her breasts.
I could play with these beauties for a long time. But she needs to get lost in the feelings now. “Turn around, hands on the bed. And lift your ass,” I order.
She obeys, spinning around, lifting her ass, and waiting.
“Mmm,” I say, gliding my hand over her cheeks. “This is my favorite view. But I’d like it a little better if I were balls deep in you.”
She shudders. My sweet afternoon delight loves dirty talk. I take a few seconds to open the condom, roll it on, then rub the head of my cock against her heat, my own temperature spiking.
She may worry about coming. She may have a hard time reaching the end. And I may never give her an orgasm.
But I’m going to try like hell. “Were you this wet back at the bar?” I ask.
“Yes. I was turned on just being near you,” she whispers.
“You made me so fucking hard just by flirting with me,” I say, then I grab her hips. “Let me do all the work, honey. I’ve been thinking for the last two hours about how to fuck you.”
“Show me,” she murmurs.
“I will.” I ease out, swivel my hips, and sink in, filling her and indulging in this moment deep inside her. “You want it hard? Slow? You want me to smack your ass? Name it, honey.”
“Deep. Just deep. I love it when…”
“When I fill you up,” I say, finishing for her as her speech spins into a dirty moan.
Then, another.
A loud groan.
A blissed-out sigh.
Soon, she’s hitting a fast pace of cries. She’s close, and I don’t want her to lose it again. As I fill her and fuck her, I find her swollen clit, and I rub. Just the right pressure. Just the right touch.
My mission? Overwhelm her with pleasure so she can’t think.
And I don’t relent. I keep the rhythm of hard, deep thrusts. Focused swirls of my finger.
Most of all…words.
So hot, so tight, so good.
I’m close to the edge too.
Soon, I’ll lose control.