All That She Wants(19)

The head of my cock slid away from her lips, and suddenly I was back in control.

Well… kind of.

But I felt a wild, furious need inside me that I hadn’t felt in forever.

She looked up at me, surprised, like Did I do something wrong?

I wanted to cup her face and tell her, No, you did EVERYTHING RIGHT.

But what came out instead was, “I need you NOW,” my voice thick with lust and urgency.





15





She nodded, overcome, and I pulled her to her feet.

At this point, I was a man possessed.

I had to get her clothes off her NOW.

Apparently she felt the same way about mine.

I unzipped her skirt and pulled it off. She almost ripped my tie off my neck, then undid my shirt buttons in record time.

Once my clothes came off, she stood back and stared at me, mouth slightly open.

I liked it – but not as much as I liked looking at her.

God she was delectable. Soft and sweet with curves in all the right places.

Once I was naked I knelt in front of her, hooked her panties, and pulled them down her legs. She was thoroughly wet, which turned me on even more. Her underwear was practically soaked through. Her scent wafted from the neatly trimmed hair between her legs, tantalizing me, beckoning me.

I pulled her hand and she knelt down in front of me. I grabbed her ass and pressed her against me as I kissed her, deep and long and wet. Then I lowered her onto the carpet, slow enough that she could stretch out her legs. I put one hand against her thigh, pressing it outwards, and began to lower myself –

“Condom,” she gasped.

Of course – damn it –

I nodded and ransacked my pants for my wallet. Even though I’d been celibate since Miranda, I carried a couple of condoms just in case.

For a night like tonight.

I ripped open the wrapper, pinched the end, and started to roll it down my shaft – and noticed that I had an appreciative audience. I liked that. I actually got harder putting the condom on, which is not something that normally happens.

Then I got harder still when she reached out and touched her fingers to the ring of latex, and began to slowly unravel it all the way.

I can safely say I have never had a woman put a condom on me as erotically as Lily did. Like it was foreplay in and of itself.

Once it was unrolled all the way, I positioned myself on top of her, and she leaned back on the floor. I braced myself with one arm, then caressed her pussy with the fingers of my other hand, rubbing one fingertip softly across her drenched, swollen lips.

She cried out, and her whole body suddenly spasmed.

I stopped what I was doing. “Are you okay?”

She nodded several times, very rapidly. “Uh huh.”

Wow, this girl’s right on the edge…

I leaned over and kissed her again, tasting her lips and her tongue… and at the same time, I guided the tip of my cock to her pussy and slowly, slowly pressed into her, sinking into her, but no further than the head –

God DAMN that feels amazing.

She was so tight, so wet, so warm, so soft –

Suddenly she came.

Surprised the hell out of me, too.





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Her body bucked, and her moaning became one long, sustained wail.

Sweetest sound in the world. Forget church bells and birds chirping, there is no more beautiful sound than a woman coming.

I just wasn’t expecting it, that’s all.

I watched as her face twisted up into a mask of ecstasy – another thing women are self-conscious about, but which every guy I’ve ever talked to absolutely loves to see. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she shivered, and then her wail became “Oh my God oh my God,” over and over, punctuated by a few more moans.

I just watched, fascinated and more turned on than ever. I wasn’t thrusting – I was barely even inside her – and I didn’t want to do anything to rock the boat, so to speak.

After about twelve seconds, she stopped making noise, her face relaxed, and she opened her eyes like she was waking from a glorious dream.

I grinned at her; I couldn’t help myself.

“Wow, you’re responsive. And that was just the tip.”

She immediately blushed crimson.

“Sorry,” she mumbled.

I had to laugh; it was about the most ridiculous thing I’d ever heard. “For what?”

She smiled goofily, realizing that I certainly hadn’t minded the show.

Then I considered that maybe she was one of those women who are super-sensitive after they come.

“Can you go on?” I asked, trying not to make her feel pressured.

She seemed to take stock of her own body… then nodded. “Just… go slow at first.”

“Okay,” I said, and kissed her again.

I took my time, kissing her softly as I slowly moved inside her… entering her one inch, then pulling almost all the way out… then sliding forward two inches, then back out… then three inches… letting her get used to me, waiting to hear any gasps that were more pain than pleasure.