“Oh my god!” I scream, and the earth shattering orgasm overtakes me, sweeping me away with it. Everything explodes, and for a few seconds I cannot see or hear anything. All I can feel is Andrew riding me faster, each stroke setting off another orgasm inside of me, each peak higher than the last. And then I feel him come too, my body clamping down on his cock to receive his seed.
I’m tired suddenly, and I let myself fall limp completely against the desk. Andrew staggers back into the leather chair behind him. I hear his breathing, just as jagged as my own. It’s at least a few minutes before I’m finally able to sit back up.
“That was incredible,” I say, smiling at him. “I don’t think I’ve ever had sex that good.”
“Me either,” he says with a lopsided grin.
Andrew gets up and downs the glass of water. Half of it sloshed onto the table, but he doesn’t seem to care. I take a second to just admire him again. This is mine now, I think with wonder. He’s all mine.
“You know, I haven’t even taken you out on a date yet,” he says. “What’s the matter with me?”
“I don’t mind. We can go right now,” I say. “Who cares if it’s a little out of order?”
But we never make it to dinner. After we cleaned up a little, we leave the office. Whatever Miranda heard, she knew enough not to show it. Instead, she busied herself with a phone call postponing Andrew’s morning meeting. Smart girl. Once we got in the car, we can’t decide what to have. And really, dinner’s not what we’re hungry for. So he takes me back to his penthouse apartment. We open up a bottle of wine, but before I even take a sip, the clothes are coming off again.
Chapter 5
I remember to text my mom at some point in the evening that I’m going out with some friends in university and will crash at theirs so that I don’t set off a panic. During my brief stint as a party girl, I’d be out every weekend, so it wasn’t too surprising for my parents. Lucky me. I have no idea how I would even begin to explain what was going on. I couldn’t.
The next morning I’m woken up by feather light kisses all along the back of my spine. They start at the curve of my ass, meandering slowly upwards until they reach my neck. I roll over and smile.
“Good morning,” I say.
He’s big and golden and strong enough to take my breath away all over again. The fact that we’re in bed together, mere inches from one another, has me light headed. If I wasn’t in love before, I definitely am now. I can smell him, feel him, hear him, and I can’t believe that it’s real. It’s not just a figment of my imagination this time. I reach out hesitantly and touch the rippling muscle of his chest just to be sure anyways.
“Good morning beautiful,” Andrew doesn’t say anything more, just looks at me like I’m the most beautiful thing in the world. Lust spreads a flush across my cheeks and breasts and heat between my legs. That’s all it takes for him to reduce me to a puddle of desire.
He draws my hand down to his erection, the velvety shaft warm in my small hand. The spongy tip has a bead of precum. I lean down and take him into my mouth, tracing around the rim with my tongue. He sucks his breath in hard, and I know I’m doing it right. I bob my head, my hand moving along with my mouth up and down. He gives an appreciative groan, raking his fingers through my hair and lifting it away from my face. I give a light little twist to the performance, my tongue sucking on the swollen head as I massage his shaft. Andrew’s getting even stiffer in my mouth. It’s hard to take all of him, but I try, until he’s bumping up against the back of my throat. Then it’s back up again, moving faster and faster until I feel him tense up.
“Nuh uh,” I say, popping off of his cock. “You’re not the only one having fun.”
I let him have his way with me last night, moving me from position to position. It was hot; I felt like I was all his to do with as he pleased. But this time I want to be the one in control. Sucking on his cock, having him tremble from my mouth, has got me feeling powerful. It’s exhilarating, and I let it make me do something I’d never done before. Holding onto him with one hand, I sit up from the bed and swing a leg over his thigh, poised above him. I lock my eyes with him and angle his cock against myself. I grind onto him a few times, teasing him with my womanhood until his hands slide down to the swell of my hips, tugging me down impatiently. For just a moment I savor the anticipation of his cock in me, and then I slide down over him, slow and measured.
My breath hitches as he breaches me again. His cock was hot and thick, spreading me wide inch by inch. I’m still quite sore, but my body responds, stretching to accommodate him. Jolts of pleasure shoot through my body. I can’t help but gasp a little as his cock impales me, bottoming out against my cervix. I press against his cock deep inside of me, filling me to the brim and completing me. I keep my eyes open the entire time, memorizing the contours of his face. Watching the bliss spread across his chiseled features. That’s my body doing that to him.