Betrayed 2(63)

“It’s nice of you to say that, but I think it’s the company that makes a world of difference. I’ve given you my best and I have never said that about any other woman. There’s always something that I leave in reserve, but this time it’s different. I can’t believe that I’m even contemplating doing it again. The way that you touch me ignites that ember into a full-blown blaze.” He was watching me with those eyes and loving me with that physique that didn’t know the meaning of the word quit.

“I’m certainly not going to stop you from rising from the ashes. I think the feel of my hand wrapped around you is giving a certain part of you something to think about.” I was squeezing rhythmically, feeling it grow and become what I remembered it to be. He finally grabbed me by the wrist and pried my fingers off of him one at a time.

“I’m not sure about this position, but I’m willing to give it the old college try.” He pushed me to the edge of the bed and then I went over with my hands keeping me from banging my head against the floor. I was practically upside down with him leaning forward and driving into me like a jackhammer. It was an awkward position, but it did touch me in a different way. I didn’t know that it was possible to get this kind of penetration. My brain was sending signals of pleasure throughout my body like a wave that I couldn’t control.

I could tell from my vantage point that this position was making him feel that fatigue in his legs. That didn’t stop him and I think that it even pushed him to go beyond what he was thinking that he was capable of.

“Yes…just like that…keep doing that and don’t stop even if I tell you to. This is a fun night to remember and I want to leave you with something more than a memory.” I was grunting with replies of animalistic lust in my heart.

“I can’t believe that I haven’t found a woman like you. It seems unlikely with all those that have accompanied me to bed. In all that time, I never once found a woman that was going to spend more than a weekend with me. I see the way that you have swallowed me whole and I can’t help to think that maybe you are too much for any man.” I let him have his way, completely at the mercy of his manhood and loving every minute of it.

“Oh, yeah…that’s what I’m talking about…FASTER…HARDER…DEEPER…YESSS.” I screamed again, a piercing wail that sounded like somebody was being killed in here. He lost his balance, stumbled forward and landed still connected to me. It was that distraction that drew from him a moan of complete satisfaction. He didn’t have all that much left in reserve. It didn’t matter.

We lay on the floor looking at the ceiling and then at each other before bursting out into laughter at the absurdity of it all. I slapped him playfully on his chest and he returned the favor by biting one of my nipples and causing me to punch him in the arm.

“I don’t know if you noticed, but we’ve been going at it for almost 3-hours. You make me nervous that I’m not going to be able to keep up with you, Marshall. You have a real insatiable quality that I find lacking in most men. They usually turn over after the first time and are snoring before I even have a chance to tell them that they didn’t get the job done.” I could remember on one hand how many men were able to make me reach for the stars.

“It just goes to show you that we have both been with the wrong people. We were right underneath each other’s noses and didn’t even know it. I remember you when I came in to buy a car about a year ago. You were still getting your sea legs, but I could see something of potential. Your boss was almost close to firing you, but I told him to give you a chance. Every Christmas that I spend with his family, he always tells me that you were the best thing that ever happened to him. I think that I would like to repeat that from the top of my lungs to anybody that is willing to listen.” I didn’t know any of this, but I did sense that my boss really didn’t feel that I had a place in his company. I thought for sure that he was going to give me my walking papers on that first week, but he sat me down and told me that he thought that I had something. That fire of encouragement made me turn to my sexuality as my weapon of choice.

“You might have saved my job, but I was the one that finally took my head out of the sand. I realized that I had the tools and I just had to learn to use them in the right way. I’m sure that you do remember me and you have to admit that I’m pretty damn memorable. I’m afraid to tell you that I don’t remember you, but you have certainly made up for that in spades.” I touched his lips and then we kissed with a delicate touch that had me feeling like I was safe and secure in his arms.