“And I won’t comment on how spectacular you looked bent over getting my pants—except to tell you that your pu**y is so pretty and to promise you that I will be getting that view again soon. Only with my c**k deep inside you. As for the condom, a guy is dead without hope. What if we’d been driving out by the lake or something and we’d wanted to make love? Badda bing, badda boom, I had a condom and we could have done it. Oh dear god….” His words ended on a gasp as she slowly slid down onto him, encasing him in her very tight, very hot pu**y.
She moved, taking him into her body inch by inch and pleasure drove up his spine. He looked up at her, surprised at himself. Woman on top had never been a real favorite position for him for sex. But watching her—lips slightly parted and wet from her licking them in concentration and desire, her eyes glazed, lids at half mast, br**sts gently moving as she did, the patch of auburn curls meeting his brown-blond one—he reconsidered. She was so amazing that it made his stomach hurt. He grabbed her hips, his own rising to meet hers and he slid in that last inch or two. A sigh broke from both of them as he seated himself fully inside of her.
The embrace of her pu**y, the way she squeezed him and fluttered around his c**k was fantastic. So much so, he needed to still for several moments to rein himself in. “Sweet heaven, your pu**y feels amazing, Maggie. I don’t think I want to leave it.”
His words shook her down to her very core. The raw need in them, the way he’d laid himself so open and vulnerable to her got to her in ways she’d never even imagined.
She had to take a deep, steadying breath. Orgasm was very close and it felt like every single nerve in her body was firing and shouting with joy. This was something more than great sex. More than physical. This was deeper. She swiveled her hips experimentally and his eyes flew open wide and he groaned.
“Oh, I see you like that.” A throaty laugh bubbled from her and she did it again, this time tightening her inner muscles around him.
The truth was that at almost twenty-seven, Maggie had only had sex—well, intercourse—with three men. Now four. She wasn’t very experienced. Adding up even the four men, she’d actually only done it ten times total and it’d been a year since the last time. Although if the other times had felt this good, she didn’t think she could have withstood a year-long break. She felt vastly inexperienced next to Kyle but he made her feel like it didn’t matter to him at all.
“I like everything you do, but that was quite exceptional. Do it again,” he said in a hoarse voice as he brought his hands up to cup her br**sts, kneading them and rolling her ni**les between agile fingers.
Her head lolled back, arching her back, bringing a change in her angle over him. This brought his thrusts even deeper into her. Swiveling at the same time he rose to press into her brought a gasp from both of them. The intensity of the contact was immense. One of his hands slid down her belly to her pu**y where he gathered her honey up to her clit, slowly circling it as she rode him.
Suddenly her back went straight as electric pleasure rode through her, bringing climax in its wake. She moaned his name once before losing speech as the erotic assault pulled her under.
The rippling and pulsing of her pu**y around him, combined with her cries of pleasure pushed Kyle over with her. The muscles on his arms corded with exertion as he moved her body over his own while the flush of her climax crept over her skin.
After what had to be one of the most intense orgasms of her life, she went boneless, collapsing onto him, utterly unable to move. Gently, he rolled her to the side and pulled out of her and she whimpered at the loss of contact.
“I need to deal with the condom, Red. I’ll be right back.” He jumped up to run into his bathroom and came back quickly, sliding into the bed next to her, pulling her into him.
They must have fallen asleep because the candles were almost burned down completely when Maggie opened her eyes. One of Kyle’s legs was thrown over her thighs and his arm was curled around her. She lay there for a few minutes, enjoying the way he felt against her body, his breathing against her hair, the anchoring sweetness of his fingers threaded through her own. She felt totally satisfied. Physically and emotionally.
After some time, she craned her neck to look at the clock. Seeing the time, she sighed.
“Hey, Red.” Kyle stirred as he awoke and kissed her thoroughly.
“Hey. Sorry I woke you. It’s after two. I should probably go home.”
He tightened his grip and burrowed his face into her neck. “Why? I like you right where you are. You’re so warm and sweet. You smell so good. Plus, it’ll be a lot easier to have sex with you again if you’re actually here. Naked.”
She smiled. “Well isn’t it against the rules to have me stay over?”
“Which rules are those? Is this from the mysterious hot guy rule book you referenced the other day? I must tell you, Red, you need to stop worrying about all these supposed rules.”
She socked him playfully. “Don’t make fun! I’m not good at this. I don’t know how to do it.”
He looked at her, his lascivious grin back in place. “I don’t know about that, Red. It felt like you knew how to do it pretty darn well to me.”
“That’s not what I was talking about and well, if you must know, that was only the eleventh time I’ve ever done it. I know it seems like I’m easy, but that isn’t the case.”
“You’re a natural then. And I’ve told you before, you don’t seem easy, not by a long shot. You’re wonderful.” He chuckled but his soul roared with satisfaction. Only eleven times? He loved that about her. That she was a natural sex bomb turned him on immensely.
She moved, taking him into her body inch by inch and pleasure drove up his spine. He looked up at her, surprised at himself. Woman on top had never been a real favorite position for him for sex. But watching her—lips slightly parted and wet from her licking them in concentration and desire, her eyes glazed, lids at half mast, br**sts gently moving as she did, the patch of auburn curls meeting his brown-blond one—he reconsidered. She was so amazing that it made his stomach hurt. He grabbed her hips, his own rising to meet hers and he slid in that last inch or two. A sigh broke from both of them as he seated himself fully inside of her.
The embrace of her pu**y, the way she squeezed him and fluttered around his c**k was fantastic. So much so, he needed to still for several moments to rein himself in. “Sweet heaven, your pu**y feels amazing, Maggie. I don’t think I want to leave it.”
His words shook her down to her very core. The raw need in them, the way he’d laid himself so open and vulnerable to her got to her in ways she’d never even imagined.
She had to take a deep, steadying breath. Orgasm was very close and it felt like every single nerve in her body was firing and shouting with joy. This was something more than great sex. More than physical. This was deeper. She swiveled her hips experimentally and his eyes flew open wide and he groaned.
“Oh, I see you like that.” A throaty laugh bubbled from her and she did it again, this time tightening her inner muscles around him.
The truth was that at almost twenty-seven, Maggie had only had sex—well, intercourse—with three men. Now four. She wasn’t very experienced. Adding up even the four men, she’d actually only done it ten times total and it’d been a year since the last time. Although if the other times had felt this good, she didn’t think she could have withstood a year-long break. She felt vastly inexperienced next to Kyle but he made her feel like it didn’t matter to him at all.
“I like everything you do, but that was quite exceptional. Do it again,” he said in a hoarse voice as he brought his hands up to cup her br**sts, kneading them and rolling her ni**les between agile fingers.
Her head lolled back, arching her back, bringing a change in her angle over him. This brought his thrusts even deeper into her. Swiveling at the same time he rose to press into her brought a gasp from both of them. The intensity of the contact was immense. One of his hands slid down her belly to her pu**y where he gathered her honey up to her clit, slowly circling it as she rode him.
Suddenly her back went straight as electric pleasure rode through her, bringing climax in its wake. She moaned his name once before losing speech as the erotic assault pulled her under.
The rippling and pulsing of her pu**y around him, combined with her cries of pleasure pushed Kyle over with her. The muscles on his arms corded with exertion as he moved her body over his own while the flush of her climax crept over her skin.
After what had to be one of the most intense orgasms of her life, she went boneless, collapsing onto him, utterly unable to move. Gently, he rolled her to the side and pulled out of her and she whimpered at the loss of contact.
“I need to deal with the condom, Red. I’ll be right back.” He jumped up to run into his bathroom and came back quickly, sliding into the bed next to her, pulling her into him.
They must have fallen asleep because the candles were almost burned down completely when Maggie opened her eyes. One of Kyle’s legs was thrown over her thighs and his arm was curled around her. She lay there for a few minutes, enjoying the way he felt against her body, his breathing against her hair, the anchoring sweetness of his fingers threaded through her own. She felt totally satisfied. Physically and emotionally.
After some time, she craned her neck to look at the clock. Seeing the time, she sighed.
“Hey, Red.” Kyle stirred as he awoke and kissed her thoroughly.
“Hey. Sorry I woke you. It’s after two. I should probably go home.”
He tightened his grip and burrowed his face into her neck. “Why? I like you right where you are. You’re so warm and sweet. You smell so good. Plus, it’ll be a lot easier to have sex with you again if you’re actually here. Naked.”
She smiled. “Well isn’t it against the rules to have me stay over?”
“Which rules are those? Is this from the mysterious hot guy rule book you referenced the other day? I must tell you, Red, you need to stop worrying about all these supposed rules.”
She socked him playfully. “Don’t make fun! I’m not good at this. I don’t know how to do it.”
He looked at her, his lascivious grin back in place. “I don’t know about that, Red. It felt like you knew how to do it pretty darn well to me.”
“That’s not what I was talking about and well, if you must know, that was only the eleventh time I’ve ever done it. I know it seems like I’m easy, but that isn’t the case.”
“You’re a natural then. And I’ve told you before, you don’t seem easy, not by a long shot. You’re wonderful.” He chuckled but his soul roared with satisfaction. Only eleven times? He loved that about her. That she was a natural sex bomb turned him on immensely.
