“He’s got a wife. Although I think she’s his ex. It’s hard to keep up with Orson. They’re on-and-off. That’s why we never went past a kiss. I’m not into affairs.”
“No. Not good.” A knot formed in my stomach at the thought of her alone in that player’s home.
They kissed…?
Mirabel rose from the table and went to her bag on the sofa. She stopped and looked at me. “I’m sensing something here.”
I shrugged. “It’s nothing. Just that I don’t think you should be together alone. I can read a player from a mile away.”
“And you should know, right?” She grinned.
I scratched my prickly jaw. “I’m not that guy anymore.”
After a staring competition, she blinked first and said at last, “I’m just going to get changed.”
Mirabel had one of those expressive faces that made it difficult not to stare. The more I looked at her, the more beautiful she grew.
Mirabel returned, tugging at her dress. “I don’t know what possessed me to wear this. It’s so out there.”
“It really suits you.” I ran my hand over her indented waist. “You look really sexy.”
“But not on the tube.”
“I’ll give you a lift. Don’t worry about that.”
“Really, you don’t have to.” She wore a sweet smile that made me want to call everything off and keep her there all day and night.
“I want to.” I pulled her onto my lap and kissed her.
She giggled. “I’m crushing you.”
“No, you’re not.” I ran my hand up her leg and discovered her naked pussy. “No panties?”
“Um, you ripped them off. Remember?” She laughed.
“Mm… I did.” I fingered her, and she was all snug, wet, and hot.
I readjusted her, undid my bathrobe, then slowly had her lower onto my hard cock. I lifted her up and down as she rode me, taking me very deep. So deep, my eyes rolled to the back of my head. “Holy fuck, Mirabel. You’re hot. Like, really hot.”
She bounced up and down over my dick, my hands groping her bouncing tits, my mouth on hers. Her moans turned into groans as her creamy release drenched my thighs.
“Good girl,” I breathed before grunting through another mind-blowing orgasm.
She fell into my arms, and we remained in a tight embrace.
“I think I need to go home and sleep all day. I’ve never had so much sex.” She laughed.
“Nor I. Not in one night, that is.”
She pulled away and gave me her signature questioning look. “So do you fuck a different woman every night?”
Despite that personal question, Mirabel wasn’t half as intrusive as other girls I’d dated.
Are we dating?
“I don’t. I used to get around a bit more.” I raised a brow. “But since turning thirty, I’ve slowed down.”
More like every second night. Until I met you. Hm…