Page 486 of His Virgin Romance Series

“I don’t have the same appointments listed on my schedule,” I said. “And, I think you need me for all of them.”

Seth was about to say something when I leaned in and kissed him slowly. As I kissed him, letting my tongue trace the curve of his lower lip, I slipped my hand down and into his boxers. He groaned as I encircled his cock with my hand and started massaging gently. His hands started exploring my body, and I allowed him to remove my panties without a fuss. The moment they were down, however, I pushed him away and walked back into the suite.

“Hey,” Seth said. “Where are you going?”

“I had an appointment with Ben,” I told him, with a smile.

He followed me into the suite. His hard-on was glaringly prominent through his boxers and I felt a little thrill of satisfaction. “Ben?” he repeated.

“Yes.”

“Fuck Ben,” he said forcefully. “I want you now.”

“I’m afraid I’m busy today,” I said, heading into the room. “I need to get dressed and head out.”

He groaned as he followed me into the bedroom. “What are you doing?”

“I’m getting ready to head out,” I said.

Then I started undressing slowly, moving my body seductively and with increasing slowness. Seth watched me carefully, and I saw him cringe a little. “You are cruel,” he said. “How come I’ve never noticed that before?”

I laughed and threw my camisole on the floor. He stared hungrily at my naked body, and I gave him a smile. “Can you pass me my clothes?”

“I most certainly will not,” he said decidedly as he came forward and grabbed me.

I wanted to resist him a little longer before finally succumbing, but the heat of his lips, coupled with his hands on my ass, was a little too much for me to turn from. He pushed me down onto the bed, but instead of climbing on top of me, he settled between my thighs and pushed my legs open. The moment I felt his tongue inside me, I let out a bracing moan and clung to either side of the giant bed.

I writhed, while he went to town on me until I was wet and moaning and weak with desire. When he lifted his head up, I reached for him. He pulled himself up and pushed inside me in one smooth move. His cock was so large and hard that every time he entered me, I felt this whooshing feeling in the pit of my stomach that always traveled up to my heart. It was this glorious feeling of satisfaction that I had never felt before.

He fucked me furiously, pumping into me with a force so that my body shook violently beneath him. I pulled up my legs and wrapped them around his waist. I felt his body shake as he slipped deeper inside me. We rocked back and forth together, clinging to each other and rolling around on the bed like animals locked in a mortal embrace.

It was one of those days when one position was just not enough. First Seth was on top, then he pulled me on top of him, and I rode him while he massaged my breasts and pinched my nipples gently. Then we changed positions again, and Seth fucked me from behind until my whole body was writhing in ecstasy.

He didn’t give me time to recover from my first orgasm. He turned changed position again, and I fucked him in the reverse cowgirl position. Then the position changed again. It seemed like he fucked me in every position a man can take a woman. I was weak and shaking afterward and despite the fact that it was a cool and comfortable day, there was a visible layer of perspiration lining my body.

Seth was sweating, too, and once I had calmed down, and my breathing returned to normal, I rolled back on top of him and licked the sweat off his neck and chest. He just lay there, with his hands on my back, moving up and down in concentric circles.

“So,” I said. “How did the first appointment go?”

Seth’s laugh was weak too. “It was…orgasmic,” he replied. “There were moments that I didn’t think I was going to survive.”

I smiled. “Poor boy. I think you need breakfast.”

“I think it’s the only way I’m going to have the energy to get out of bed.”

I was kissing his neck when I heard him give a thoughtful sigh. “What is it?” I asked, sensing that something was on his mind.

“I don’t deserve you,” he said. He was smiling, but I could see the veil of seriousness underneath it.

“Don’t say that,” I said.

“It’s true.”

“You’ve given me a lot,” I reminded him. “You’ve introduced me to my sexuality, and you’ve given me a job I’m passionate about. That means a lot to me.”

“Is it enough?”

I knew what he was really asking. Did I mind the hours he worked and the limbo relationship we found ourselves in most of the time? He wanted to know if I was satisfied with our relationship the way it was.

“It’s enough for now,” I replied back honestly.

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