Page 61 of Confessions of a Smutty Romance Author

I pulled back, looking into her hazy eyes. “You have?”

“That first night I took a shower....” She reached for my cock again, stroking it. “I got myself off thinking about you fucking me against the shower wall.”

Her words sent a fresh rush of desire straight to my dick in her capable hands. “You weren’t the only one.”

“What?”

“I didn’t want to set up that fucking bed. I needed to go somewhere else and beat myself off so I wouldn’t have a fucking wet dream with you in bed.”

The full sound of her laughter was music to my ears. “Maybe we shouldn’t have waited this long then.” She pushed me back, trading positions with me so I was lying down and she was on top.

Taking her time, she pulled my pants and underwear down, and when they were off, I quickly took off my shirt. When I fucked her, I wanted to feel every inch of her soft skin against mine.

But Mara had other things in mind. She looked at my cock like it was the most amazing thing she’d ever seen and said, “I’m going to finish what I started the other night.”

I closed my eyes, thinking about how hard it had been to walk away from her that night. How I’d fucked myself raw and still ached for her mouth. Her pussy.

She kissed my tip, then slowly slid her plush lips down my shaft.

I opened my eyes and watched her slow descent, the cascade of her wavy brown hair around her face. Felt her tits press into my thighs. Fuck, I was in trouble. There was no way I’d hang on long enough if she kept at this.

But I allowed myself the indulgence, moaning as she cupped my balls, as her tongue swirled around my shaft, as she took me deeper and deeper until my tip hit the back of her throat and she moaned, making the sexiest fucking sound.

If she ever thought she was fucking anyone else like this ever again, she was so fucking wrong. Mara wasmine, and I was going to prove it to her.

I pulled her up to kiss her, hard, then rolled her over, dropping kisses down her neck, her collarbone, between her perfect tits, and down to her carefully trimmed mound. I slid my tongue down the landing strip and along her lips.

She shuddered underneath me, practically writhing to get relief.

I plunged a finger inside her, two, feeling the wetness that had enthralled me in the restaurant bathroom. The tightness that made me want to break her open until she screamed my name.

Then I added my mouth.

Her fingers gripped my hair, tugging in the sexiest way, and then I pressed my tongue against her clit. She groaned, her pussy tightening around my fingers. I rolled my tongue against her, feeling with each clench, each shift of her hips, that we were both getting closer to exactly what we wanted.

“Fuck, Jonas, fuck.”

I loved the way she said my name, loved the way she moved against my mouth, loved the confident way she let loose in the bedroom.

Loved her scream as she came.

“Fuck,” she panted as I slid my fingers out of her. “Now it’s your turn.”

I wiped my face against the blanket before moving up to kiss her again. She bit my lip, growing more and more forceful with each moment.

“Roll over,” she ordered, and who was I to deny her everything she wanted?

I rolled on my back, my dick hard and throbbing, desperate for more of her.

I reached for my bedside table, but she put her mouth on my dick, stopping me in my tracks. “I’m good,” she breathed, kissing up my shaft. “I have an IUD, and my tests are clear.”

The second she said she was okay with it, I couldn’t get the thought of her pussy against my raw dick out of my head.

But instead of getting on, riding me with her tits over my mouth, she turned around and—fuck, I wasn’t ready for the sight of her full ass, her hips, as she lowered herself and sheathed her tight pussy over my cock.

She started slow, letting us both savor the feeling of our bodies coming together for the very first time.

Her hair cascaded down her back in messy waves, and I wrapped my fist around it, pulling her head back.

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