Page 63 of Unexpected Adventures

Shaun moves off the bed to get a condom. I follow, taking the package from him. He questions with his eyes, but I only smile as I gently guide him with a push back toward the bed.“To the middle,” I say.

He complies, climbing onto the bed, grinning at me. I follow, kneeling by his side. As I tear open the package, removing the condom, I straddle his legs. Slowly, tortuously, I slide the protective sheath over his erect penis, covering him completely. I watch his eyes begin to close as I inch my way up and over him, my thighs locking around his hips like a vise. I seductively slide myself over his cock, grinding on him. He reaches up to squeeze my breasts, teasing the nipples until they’re hard and aching. Just like him.

“You’re torturing me,” he says on a groan.

“Am I?” I say coyly.

“Abby. Put me inside you.”

God, if that isn’t a turn-on. My head feels light and elated. My body yearns for him.

I guide him to me and stroke him across my slickness before positioning him at my entrance. His restraint at not pushing into me is astonishing. Time to reward him.

I don’t bother with a slow entry. Instead, I thrust him inside of me, seating myself until our pelvic bones meet.

“God, Abby.” He pulls me to his chest, circling his arms around my back. My hands frame his head as I bury my face in his neck. We stay locked together, neither moving yet. I feel him pulsing inside me as I clench around him. His arms withdraw from around me as his fingers tickle my ribs. I rise up, bracing my hands on his shoulders.

Another wicked grin crosses his face as I begin to rotate my hips. I smile in return as I begin more movement. Retreat and advance, back and forth I move until he’s moving with me, thrusting up and down. Our pace quickens, moving in sync with one another. My thighs begin a slow burn, but I don’t care. The pleasure overrides the pain, enveloping me in nothing but ecstasy.

Shaun reaches between us, thumbing my clit as I continue to move over him. I draw back to allow him more access, knowing I’m going to be rewarded as well. His touch begins to build tension again while I perform mini-thrusts, allowing shallow penetration.

We’re both climbing, striving to reach that height, that apex of emotion that will set us free. Our speed increases, our demands more intense. Harder and faster we go, sprinting to the finish line. One last surge and we’re there. Shaun groans as I call out to him. Our breathing is rapid and our movements convulsive. Our bodies are slapping together, draining each other of every ounce of pleasure.

I collapse onto his chest, continuing to grind on him, not wanting this wondrous euphoria to end. I feel his arms around me, stroking my back, my buttocks. His lips place a kiss on my shoulder. His touch tickles and entices. I pull up to look at him and am definitely rewarded by his expression. Completely satiated.

“That was the best loss of control I’ve ever had,” I softly say.

“My pleasure.”

“And mine too.”

“Yeah.” He cradles my face and guides me down for a kiss. A lingering, tongue-involving, thoroughly devouring kiss.

I slowly, reluctantly withdraw from him. As I look down his body, taking in the magnificent sight, I’m puzzled when I don’t see the condom. I quickly look up to him then back down again. “Um, Shaun.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I think we lost the condom.” I swing my leg away from his body as he sits up.

He chuckles before saying, “Well, if it’s not on me, there’s only one other place it can be.” His eyes travel down me to rest between my legs, then quickly looks back up at my face.

My eyes widen, my mouth forming an ‘O’. I launch myself off the bed and run to the bathroom. I hear him call out to me, but I hastily close the door. I spread my legs, fingering myself, trying to find the end of the condom. Letting out a sigh of relief when I do, I pull it out and deposit it in the toilet. I use this opportunity to take care of business and wash up. Just as I’m drying, I hear a soft rap on the door.

“Abby, everything okay?”

I open the door, trying not to drown in embarrassment. “Yep, all good. Sorry about that.”

He opens the door wider and enters the room grinning. “Nothing to be sorry for. I suppose in your position, I’d probably freak out a little too.”

I start to protest, then think better of it, because, yeah, I did freak a little. “All right, I did freak. Has that ever happened to you before?” What the hell am I asking him that for? Just as he opens his mouth to speak, I hold up my hand and stop him. “Never mind, that was stupid. You don’t have to answer that. Why don’t I just get my things and I’ll be on my way.”

I start to hand him the towel, only he takes it and throws it in the sink. “Running again?What the hell, Abby? I thought we were on the same page? Are you regretting any of this?”

Am I mistaken, or is there anger in his questions? I look at him and see a scowl.

“No! God, no. Why would I regret the best experiences of my life? I guess I just thought…”

“What? I had my roll and now you can go?”

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