The Law of Attraction
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When I was able to stop gasping for air and some oxygen returned to my brain, I became aware of the fact that he was still very hard and still buried deep inside me. It would be impolite to just leave him like that. Besides, I was never one to waste. There were people going to bed horny all over the world that night.
“So what do you want to do now, Harvard?” I asked shakily. He smiled at me with a dazed look and kissed me lustily. Then he smacked me playfully on the ass.
“Get up, saucy wench and grab onto the headboard.” My stomach did a flip flop. That kind of sexy should come with a warning label. I got up and facing the wall, grabbed onto the headboard as instructed. He knelt behind me and pulled my hips back further so I was leaning over a little more. Then he nudged my knees further apart and with one hand cupping my breast and one hand stroking my clit he leaned over me and began kissing my neck as he positioned himself at my entrance again. When he pushed into me, I moaned and pushed back against him. He began rolling his hips and built up into a steady rhythm, and after some indeterminate amount of time, (What do you think, I was checking my watch?), I felt myself about to come again. He was still multitasking impressively, rolling and fondling and stroking and kissing, when he whispered in my ear.
“Oh baby. Your pu**y feels so f**king good. I almost can’t take it.”
And that was the moment when I discovered that having Braden Pierce talk dirty to me during sex was enough to drive me out of my freaking mind. I completely lost control again as my muscles clenched and I trembled and moaned. When the last wave of sensation had passed he urged me down on to my back and he crawled on top of me, bracing himself above me with his arms. He leaned down and kissed me deeply and then he eased into me again. I groaned and he started moving, slowly at first and then faster and faster. I just wrapped my legs around his waist and held on for the ride. I watched him above me with fascination; his eyes were dark, his pupils dilated, skin flushed, hair damp, a sheen of sweat covering him. He was breathtaking.
“Gabrielle!” he bit out in a hoarse voice and suddenly he groaned and went still, I felt him shudder and then he collapsed on me. I took his weight for a few seconds but he quickly rolled onto his back and pulled me onto his chest. I heard his heart hammering beneath me as his breathing gradually slowed down. “So good,” he said, sounding stunned.
“Well, you were right. It fit.” I panted. I decided that I really liked my inner hussy.
“So good,” he said again. “No words.” Our breathing gradually began to return to normal.
“Wow, we've been having sex for almost an hour,” I said, finally glancing at my watch. I was still wearing my watch? Jesus, I really was a lawyer.
“That means we still have two more hours before my parents get home.”
“What are you, seventeen?”
“I can go again after I recover. Believe me, it won’t be a problem. Gabrielle, I have never experienced anything in my entire life that has felt that good.”
“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 br**sts 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 f**ked 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.”
“So what do you want to do now, Harvard?” I asked shakily. He smiled at me with a dazed look and kissed me lustily. Then he smacked me playfully on the ass.
“Get up, saucy wench and grab onto the headboard.” My stomach did a flip flop. That kind of sexy should come with a warning label. I got up and facing the wall, grabbed onto the headboard as instructed. He knelt behind me and pulled my hips back further so I was leaning over a little more. Then he nudged my knees further apart and with one hand cupping my breast and one hand stroking my clit he leaned over me and began kissing my neck as he positioned himself at my entrance again. When he pushed into me, I moaned and pushed back against him. He began rolling his hips and built up into a steady rhythm, and after some indeterminate amount of time, (What do you think, I was checking my watch?), I felt myself about to come again. He was still multitasking impressively, rolling and fondling and stroking and kissing, when he whispered in my ear.
“Oh baby. Your pu**y feels so f**king good. I almost can’t take it.”
And that was the moment when I discovered that having Braden Pierce talk dirty to me during sex was enough to drive me out of my freaking mind. I completely lost control again as my muscles clenched and I trembled and moaned. When the last wave of sensation had passed he urged me down on to my back and he crawled on top of me, bracing himself above me with his arms. He leaned down and kissed me deeply and then he eased into me again. I groaned and he started moving, slowly at first and then faster and faster. I just wrapped my legs around his waist and held on for the ride. I watched him above me with fascination; his eyes were dark, his pupils dilated, skin flushed, hair damp, a sheen of sweat covering him. He was breathtaking.
“Gabrielle!” he bit out in a hoarse voice and suddenly he groaned and went still, I felt him shudder and then he collapsed on me. I took his weight for a few seconds but he quickly rolled onto his back and pulled me onto his chest. I heard his heart hammering beneath me as his breathing gradually slowed down. “So good,” he said, sounding stunned.
“Well, you were right. It fit.” I panted. I decided that I really liked my inner hussy.
“So good,” he said again. “No words.” Our breathing gradually began to return to normal.
“Wow, we've been having sex for almost an hour,” I said, finally glancing at my watch. I was still wearing my watch? Jesus, I really was a lawyer.
“That means we still have two more hours before my parents get home.”
“What are you, seventeen?”
“I can go again after I recover. Believe me, it won’t be a problem. Gabrielle, I have never experienced anything in my entire life that has felt that good.”
“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 br**sts 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 f**ked 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.”
