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His hands went to his belt, and boy, let me tell you, I popped up off of that seat and helped him in a flash.

When his gorgeous cock sprang into view, I almost died. It was perfect. Big, but not ludicrously so. A big vein wrapped around the side, pulsing with his heartbeat.

I was going to return the favor, and go after his missile like a hoover vacuum, but he had other ideas. He sat down on the seat and lifted me into the air until I settled onto that rigid, perfect cock. I cried out softly as it went all the way in.

I swiveled my hips on his lap as I rode him for all I was worth. His hands went to my breasts and clenched, kneading and squeezing the supple, pliant flesh while his cock drove me toward the precipice of another wild climax.

Our unified cries of passion echoed in the limo’s confines. I was really glad the windows were tinted, let’s just say that.

I came so hard I literally collapsed on top of him, shaking and shivering like a leaf in the wind as throbbing pulses shot through my body.

Our eyes met, and I kissed him, or he kissed me. I’m not sure which. I only know that it was the most incredible, amazing sex that I’d ever had.

Not bad for a first date.

Chapter Sixteen

Amelia

The limo came to a stop while I was still sitting in Jonathon’s lap, our bodies still connected. I wriggled a little bit, and I felt his hard cock pressing against my body again.

“Whoa, slow down,” I said, reluctantly getting off of him. As opposed to getting him off. “Bakers keep early hours, you know.”

“So, no coffee at my place?” He asked with a grin.

“I’m pretty sure we already had all the ‘coffee’ we have time for tonight.” I smiled at him to soften the blow of the rejection even as I tugged my sleeves back up and covered myself.

“Are you sure? Wait until you see the coffee accouterments I have on hand at my place.”

I laughed and grabbed his lapel to pull him in for a kiss. Our lips lingered together for a long time before I broke it off. “Jonathon, let’s be real here for a moment. If I come with you back to your place, I’m going to wind up spending the night.”

“What’s so wrong with that?”

“I never spend the night with a guy on the first date.” I kissed him again and shimmied my skirt back down to decent levels. “Sorry. Hard and fast rule.”

“Hard and fast?” he gasped. “But we already had sex!”

“Which isn’t the same as spending the night together.” I winked at him. Jonathon gave a little pout, and I had to laugh. “Wow, you really don’t hear the word ‘no’ very often, do you?”

“I hear it more than you might think,” he replied with a smile. “All right. I’ll instruct the driver to drop you off at home.”

“Don’t be so disappointed,” I said, suddenly straddling him again. “I definitely want a repeat performance. But we did just meet today, and spent most of it together, and I think I need a break just to deal with… just to deal with all of this.”

Jonathan nodded. “I get it. It’s pretty… I mean, am I the only one who feels like this is a once-in-a-lifetime type of connection here?”

I got goosebumps, and a shiver down my spine. I kissed him, but on the forehead, and got off of his lap again.

“It’s way too early to be saying things like that, Jonathon. We barely know each other.”

“Yeah, but… this is unique. Special.” He looked me dead in the eyes. “You’re special.”

He said it as if he was hearing it for the first time himself, in awe at the ring of truth in his own tone. I started getting all excited again, but then the car lurched to a stop and I peered out the window.

“Looks like this is me,” I said, unable to keep a note of disappointment from creeping into my tone.

“Yes, it is.”

I smiled, and then realized I was forgetting something.

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