Page 8 of The Bitter Rival

“Oh, god,” she pants out. I echo the sentiment. Her tight, wet heat is gripping me deliciously. I’ve seriously never felt anything this good. I’m dying to be completely inside her, yet I notice I’m only halfway, and her whole body is shaking at the invasion. I still, waiting on her to accommodate me before proceeding any deeper. Holding myself up on my forearms, I groan as her tight pelvis slides back and forth as if making room for me.

Trying to take cues from her, I slowly press forward. Inch by delicious inch, I thrust and retreat until I’m fully seated. Holy hell, this woman is tight. Her body is straining around my cock, sucking me back in with every withdrawal from her wet center. The wet sounds of our bodies’ intimate dance pushing me ever closer to the edge of release.

“Oh, please.” I hear escape her.

I stop abruptly. “What is it? Am I hurting you?”

“God, no. I’m right there. I can’t believe I’m going to come again.”

“Oh, baby, you’re coming twice before I’m letting go, and I’m right on the edge.” I pull back, angling my hips to stroke her clit with each thrust. I can feel her tighten further, unsure how that’s physically possible. This sensation is indescribable.

“Oh, I’m-”

Looking down at her, I manage to see the moment her rapture has taken her. Her eyes roll back in her head, her mouth slack. She throws her head back just as her entire body starts to shake. Her rosy skin is covered in a sheen of sweat as she starts to convulse around me. As if the sensation of my cock being milked by her tight channel isn’t enough, the sight of her surrendering to her orgasm is. I’ve never seen anything more fucking erotic in my life.

Her climax is barely complete before I’ve withdrawn. There’s no way I’ll last another second if I continue to see that look of ecstasy on her face. Flipping her over, I pull her hips back to meet me, thrusting deeply into her. Holding myself steady, I relish the sensation. Teasing her back, I lightly drag my fingertips through her hair and down her silky smooth back several times while my dick sits nestled inside her tight heat. I can tell my resolve is quickly dissolving as I start to unconsciously rut into her.

Reaching around her, I start to tease her swollen nub as I growl into her ear. “I’m going to get a little rough with you, good girl. I’ve been hard for hours just thinking about spurting inside your tight little snatch. I can’t hold back anymore,” I warn.

“Oh, god, please,” she exhales back in my direction.

Her response gives me the green light to proceed, and I spread my legs wider, on either side of hers, bending my body over the top of her. Leaning on my left arm, I continue to tease her clit with my right hand as I pick up the pace. I can feel her bucking back against me. I know she’s with me. It won’t be long for her either. Altering my position, I lean onto my outstretched arm as I pound into her. I can hear choppy little grunts escaping. It takes a moment to realize that’s me and not her.

“Oh, my god, I’m going to come,” she practically squeals.

Her shocked utterance signals my balls it’s showtime, and I practically pound her into the bed. I can barely hear anything over the sounds of the blood rushing in my ears until she belts out a scream I pray is pleasurable. There’s no way I can stop to check on her now.

“Fuck!” I pant out, bracing myself for the storm that is about to strike. One last push into her tight body, and I still, feeling the hot seed rip through my balls and into the condom. The first spurts are practically painful, but as the white dots dance across my vision and the continued waves of my climax crash over me, I’m overtaken with a sensation I’ve never experienced. The heady euphoria of this orgasm is like nothing I’ve ever known possible. And hell, I’ve had a ton of sex, in every imaginable position.

It feels like an hour has passed since I emptied into her, yet I realize it’s purely the adrenalin talking. Slowly, I withdraw from her and immediately miss her warmth. As I sit back on my heels, my breaths still ragged, I watch as she rolls to face me. I’m straddling her well-used body, awash with endorphins.

Our eyes lock, and for a moment, I can’t breathe. The most dreamy smile crosses her face as she looks up at me. Reaching up, she affectionately pushes loose hair from my face. It’s the only physical act she’s initiated. She’s practically angelic. God, I want to kiss that sweet mouth. But I’ve already been hit by something with this enchanting wench. I can’t risk what the feel and taste of her lips on mine could do to my resolve. I’ve still got a night and awkward morning to get through with her.

I place a kiss to her forehead, grinning back down at her before rolling off to dispose of the condom. As I wash my hands, I look in the mirror. Just go to sleep and tell her goodbye in the morning, Bas. Don’t start any uncomfortable conversations. Don’t entertain tours of the house or ‘I’ll call yous.’ Just tell her Charlie will take her home when she’s dressed and ready, then make yourself scarce.God, I’m such an asshole.

Returning to the bed with trepidation, I take in what appears to be her already sleeping form. She’s lying with her back to me, completely still. Carefully skulking around the foot of the bed, I observe the scene before me. She’s lying with her hands clasped beneath her cheek, like a cherub. There are a few stray hairs tucked under her cheek that have escaped the now tousled mane about her pillow. I watch as they dance against her soft skin with each exhale. Her gorgeous breasts are barely covered by the thin white bed linens.

Coming closer, I gently pull the covers up and reach down to kiss her head. Stroking her hair gently, I marvel at how natural this feels—having her here with me. Shaking this crazy thought from my head, I return to my side of the king-sized bed and climb in. I’m fatigued by the vigorous exertion of the evening. Yet, lying here staring at the ceiling, I can’t give in to sleep. It’s ridiculous at thirty-six this feels so alien to me. Peering over at the beauty beside me, I give in to temptation once more.

Oh, what the hell?I roll onto my side, nestling into the warm backside of this enchanting woman. It’s just one night.

It’s early. I sense this immediately by the darkness surrounding me and the fact I haven’t needed an alarm clock in over a decade. I rise every morning at 4:30 a.m. to hit the gym, shower, eat, read the paper, and make it to the hospital to round on my patients before clinic each day. It may be Saturday, yet, my body rises at this hour seven days a week.

Suddenly, it hits me. I’m not alone. Well, if I’m going to endure the awkwardness ofthe morning after,I should at least get morning sex out of the deal. Recalling the events of last night, my morning wood is much more excited about the prospect of this woman’s body than the fist that usually greets it. Morning sex. In all my years, I’ve never experienced this. Let’s see if it lives up to the hype.

Turning on my side, I discover quickly these plans have been thwarted. I’m alone. Sitting upright, I lean forward to inspect any signs of movement or sounds emanating from the master bath. Nothing. I place my hand on the sheets beside me, but they’re neither cool nor warm. Instantly, my ire stirs. She probably got up to go to the bathroom, and her curiosity got the better of her.

Irritated that I didn’t make provisions for this scenario, I grab my boxer briefs and head down the hall in search of my wandering guest. As I come around the corner of the kitchen, I note there’s no one in the dining area or the great room. There’s no one on the lanai. I investigate a little further before returning to the bedroom. Then it dawns on me. Her clothes are no longer where they were lying last night, and her little purse wasn’t sitting atop the kitchen island where I left it. This brazen beauty did her walk of shame in the dark, no note, no awkward conversation.

Lying back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, I mull over how lucky I am. I’d avoided the very things I’d had such anxiety about. My dick has softened at the realization morning sex is no longer on the table. Yet, as visions of our escapades return to my mind, I feel my cock begin to stir. Hell, I’ll have spank bank material for days. I chuckle to myself, noticing my laugh feels hollow. Placing my folded arms behind my head, I exhale.If I’m so lucky, why do I feel so disappointed?

CHAPTERFOUR

Isabella

“The part of the day is the clavicle,” Jeff instructs.

I’ve been in my radiology clinicals for some time now. My comfort level has increased, but there are still some items I need to complete on my checklist. There are a few skeletal x-rays I haven’t had the opportunity to check off as well as a few procedures I haven’t accomplished independently. A clavicle x-ray has eluded me for months. Hopefully today is the day.

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