Page 50 of Phoenix

He holds me tenderly, letting the orgasm rock my body from the follicles of my hair to the soles of my feet.

My eyes are squeezed closed with every wave. I feel his hand still between my legs, coaxing every ounce of pleasure from my body.

When I finally open my eyes as my body settles, he releases my arms. I drop them to rest on his shoulders.

He pulls his hand from my panties and does something I never expected.

He glides his finger across the seam of my mouth, letting me taste myself, then he licks his fingers clean.

“I knew it,” he whispers, cupping my face.

“Knew what?”

“That you’d taste like fucking magic.”

I pull him to me by the back of his neck to bring his mouth back to mine.

My orgasm didn’t temper my need for him. No. It simply doused my flames with gasoline.

He slides his hands down the backs of my thighs then I feel his fingers curl in. He lifts my feet from the ground and my legs wrap around his waist.

I can feel the hardness of his cock through his jeans.

“I knew it,” I say against his lips with a grin, repeating his words. “You’re big.”

“That’s the most amazing thing a man can ever hear.”

He walks across the room then turns around, lowering to sit on the corner sofa, taking me with so I’m straddling him. My knees press into the cushions beneath us and give me a slight bounce.

I scoot back on his thighs to give myself room to finally lower his zipper. The teeth open with systematic clicks. He hasn’t stopped touching me. I feel his hands slide up and down my back.

I pull his fly apart and reach into the waistband of his boxer briefs, wrapping my fingers around his cock. It jumps at my touch. Practically diving into my hand. I squeeze it gently, enjoying the feel of the warm velvet skin against mine.

“Christ,” he groans.

I give it a nice, firm tug before pulling it free. He shifts a bit to pull his jeans and boxer briefs down, so there is nothing in the way.

I push up on my knees and reach between my legs to pull my panties to the side.

We are both still dressed from the waist up and the thighs down, only the necessary parts are exposed. Who knew being half-dressed for sex could be so intimate?

“Wait,” he says, halting my progress before I can go any farther.

“What? What’s wrong?” I ask.

“Condom.” He reaches down to pull his wallet from his back pocket and retrieves one from inside.

At least one of us is thinking.

He tears the foil packet open and rolls the latex over his impressive length, then smiles at me.

“Proceed.”

I place him at my opening and sink just a bit, only letting the crest of his tip slip inside. I place my hands on his shoulders and my eyes flutter closed.

“No.” He curls a hand at the side of my neck. “I want to see your eyes.”

I blink them open and our eyes lock as I slide down slowly until all of him is sheathed by me.

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