“Me neither. Braden, that was incredible. It’s never ever been like that before.”
We cuddled up with each other, nuzzled and petted, and gave each other sweet little kisses everywhere. Then our cuddling turned to fondling and soon Braden was very skillfully employing his oral skills again as I informed him loudly over and over that his tongue was the Eighth Wonder of the World. I finished that way that time but like the Energizer Bunny Braden just kept going, burying his face gleefully between my breasts and licking, biting and sucking at will.
Faster than you could say, “Harvard takes Yale” we were going at it full throttle again. This time around we didn’t confine ourselves to bed. We explored the floor, an armchair and ultimately his desk. After all, it had worked well in the interview room. It worked even better with me lying back and him leaning over me which placed him at an incredibly intense angle and created wonderful friction right where I needed it. We definitely had a winner, folks. I was becoming very fond of desks in general, and I’ll tell you, that desk was one quality piece of craftsmanship. The wall it was slamming into, however, may have sustained some damage.
My voice was a bit hoarse from all the screaming I had done earlier, but the desk sex was just so inspiring that I managed to loudly express myself vocally one last time. If I’m not mistaken, I believe that I begged Braden not to stop, told him that I loved how big he was and I had never felt so full, let him know I had never been with anyone who had ever fucked me so well, and then made it abundantly clear that I was coming. Now, I may not have all of that exactly right. I was, after all, a bit distracted. Of course, there was someone else who could verify the accuracy of my recollection if necessary. (As I found out later.)
We were collapsed in an exhausted heap, panting back in bed and close to passing out when we heard Claire and Tyler arrive and call out that they were home. Braden kissed me and smiled.
“Need to “rest” for real now,” he said sounding like he was half asleep already.
“Night,” I replied and although I'm not sure, obviously, I think I was unconscious before I got to the last “t.”
CHAPTER TEN
I woke up the next morning with a feeling of contentment I hadn't experienced in… Well, okay, ever. Contentment has never really been my middle name. My middle name was actually Sara but it should have been angst.
I moved to stretch and my arm smacked into something warm and hard. I opened my eyes and saw a beautiful blonde guy staring down at me. A second later it sunk into my sleep-addled brain, the beautiful blonde guy was mine. It wasn't a dream. Thank God.
“How long have you been awake?” I asked.
“Not long.”
“And what are you doing?”
“Watching you sleep, and thinking.”
“Thinking about what?'
“How I've never wanted to just watch a woman sleep before.”
“Well, I am very good at it. I've been doing it my whole life.” He smiled and tickled my ribs, which of course made me squeal and rub against all of his warmness and hardness. And trust me, there was plenty of hardness. Hmm. We would need to make sure we didn’t waste that either.
“In the past I would just be at home alone thinking 'wow, I got laid really well last night’,” he continued. “But with you, I'm thinking, 'She's so beautiful. I want to wake up with her every morning. And wow, I got laid really well last night’.”
“I like sleeping with you too. You’re very warm and cuddly.” I snuggled up closer to him. “And I’ve got to tell you again, that was the best sex I’ve ever had in my life. Let’s have lots and lots of sex. In fact, let’s have as much sex as possible.”
“That works for me. I’m going to need to be hittin’ that on a regular basis. I’m not kidding you, Gabrielle, that was the best sex I’ve ever had too, and frankly, I’ve had a whole lot of sex.” He smiled. “I can't believe that I found someone who I’m so compatible with.”
“We are pretty compatible aren’t we? And not just in bed either.”
“No! On the floor and in the chair and especially on the desk.” I sat up and gave him a slightly indignant look and he started laughing. He loved teasing me so much. He started tracing a finger along my abdomen and my nerve endings lit up like a cell phone grid of Manhattan. Then he was cupping my breast and making those delicious little circles around my nipple with his thumb again.
“You may have to carry me downstairs,” I panted as he started nibbling at my neck.
“That's okay. It will give Drew great joy to be able to make rude comments,” he said, climbing over me and leaning down to kiss me slowly and thoroughly. I ran my hands along his back. His body felt so good that I wanted to keep touching him forever. Except that probably wouldn't go over too well in court. He sat back, grabbed my ankles and rested them on his shoulders, leaning over and sliding into me deeply. “Oh yeah, baby! I remember this place,” he sighed and groaned. “I'm not hurting you am I?” he asked, breathing heavily.