Page 16 of Scandalous Lover

I sit up and look at her laid out on the bed before me, panting and smiling. My hand is still inside her body, the taste of her on my lips.

I’m not ready to stop, not ready to let go of this moment, so I pump my fingers a bit more, reveling in the velvety feel of her. Her wetness comes down my fingers like a slide as I work them in and out.

Without even thinking, I pull my hand out and replace it with my other, using the hand that’s drenched with her orgasm to grab my now very hard dick.

Her orgasm lubes up my skin, and I bite my lip against the searing pleasure of touching myself with her wetness.

I switch hands again, bringing my newly wet fingers up and around my tip as I plunge the others back inside her. Again and again I sink into her depths and carry her sweetness over to rub on my tip, my shaft, and down to my balls. I’m drenched in herand pumping myself harder as I pump into her with my other hand.

The pleasure is overtaking me, and I’m leaning forward, trying to fight the urge to close my eyes. The last thing I want to do is miss a second of this.

“Sam,” Naomi says, not a whisper now. Not a nickname.

Her tone snaps me back to reality. I catch the uncertain look on her face and my eyes shoot back to my dick, which is gripped in my hand with my tip hovering less than an inch from her wet opening.

I jump up, dropping my dick to catch the bed with both hands and steady myself as my feet land on the carpeting. I’m backing away quickly, shaking my head, until I run smack into the wall. I lean on it, the solid, reassuring presence allowing me to take a breath.

“I’m sorry. I got carried away.”

“It’s okay.” Naomi is back up on her knees, both hands raised, trying to calm me like a scared animal.

That’s about how I feel right now. I can't believe how close I just came to sticking my dick right inside her. Without a condom, no less.

I have lost my mind.

“Hey, hey, hey.”

I can hear in her voice that she can tell I’m freaking out and is doing her best to de-escalate the situation. De-escalation is usually my job, so I take pity on her, lowering my hands from the protective stance I find myself in and shaking my head.

“I’m okay. I…I just…”

She reaches over the side of the bed and comes back with a tiny pair of pink shorts. I watch as she pulls them on, saying a silent farewell to all her lovely lady parts.

“There. No more worries, okay. Why don't you grab your shorts?”

I tear my eyes away from the breasts that she has not put away yet and spot my own black boxer briefs tossed carelessly on the floor across the room. I walk over and pull them on. My heart rate starts to mellow out. I can finally breathe and think clearly.

I know I just made a complete ass of myself in front of this confident, vivacious woman. I don’t know how flushed my face is, but I'm willing to bet it’s nearing fire-engine red.

“Come over here,” Naomi says.

I glance up and find her chest still bare. My gaze shoots toward the safety of the door. “I should go.”

“Come here, Sam.”

I walk over until I’m standing with my knees pressed against the side of the bed, arms dangling at my sides.

“It’s okay to have boundaries, you know. You’ve made yours very clear and I respect that.” She pats the bed next to her, and I consider sitting down but hesitate. I don't know if I can be trusted after that last bout of madness.

Naomi reads my mind. “Even if you change your mind tonight, I’m not going to.” She snaps the waistband of her shorts. “Shorts on. Pussy closed for business. Okay?”

With a smile and a sigh, I sink down next to her. “You may need to put a shirt on as well.”

“I’ll put mine on if you promise to keep yours off,” is her sassy answer.

She reaches for a tank from the floor beside the bed and pulls it on. Then she drags both hands across my still bare chest.

Her touch feels so damn good. This whole night has felt so good. And all I’ve done the whole time is fight against it. “Sorry I’m acting so crazy. It's not you, believe me.”

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