Page 19 of Reckless Kiss

The reality was that I wasn’t really in that bathroom with Hope, giving a woman pleasure because that was what she needed more than anything else. I was instead dreaming of Esme, remembering the way her body responded to my touch, remembering the waymybody responded to her existence.

Yes my cock was hard. I was touching a beautiful woman who had greenlit me verbally and enthusiastically for sex. But it was nothing compared to what my body had done with Esme—I wasn’t just hard for her, I was steel. A seemingly endless state of arousal, all so I could please her in any way she wished. With Esme my blood didn’t simply pump south to lengthen my dick long enough for an orgasm. For Esme my entire bloodstream seemed to have rerouted permanently. Desperate to come into sync with hers. Driven solely by the need to worship her.

I stripped down the top of Hope’s dress and lavished her breasts. I pushed her skirt up around her hips and freed my cock. She rolled the condom down my length with practiced ease, a twinkling smile in her eyes.

“This is fun,” she giggled, then gasped, as I tore into her.

Hope wasn’t looking for a night of forgetting. She wanted a fuck and nothing else. A quick orgasm to resettle her world. No commands. No hands held. No hours of teasing.

I hadn’t realized until the moment her lips clamped shut to muffle her cries that this wouldn’t resettle my world at all. It would barely register as a blip on my radar. I was too thrown off my axis and the only way to right it was with the kind of all consuming, mind altering, endless stimulation I’d had that night with Esme.

Hope’s body went rigid as her orgasm reached its climax, so I began pumping furiously, thrusting fast but not too hard or deep, finding just enough of what I needed to reach my own orgasm.

It was satisfying in the way a hot chocolate is satisfying on a cool night. It was pleasant and lovely. Nice.

I held Hope against me as we found our breath, dragging my lips up and down the side of her neck to soothe and comfort her. Then I withdrew and got rid of the condom while she straightened her dress.

“That was fantastic, Hope.”

“Thank you, Leo. I mean it.”

I touched her cheek with my thumb. “It was my pleasure, love. I mean it.”

She shook her head. “Well of course it was. You got fucked in a bathroom. What guy doesn’t like that?”

“I fuck who I want, where I want, when I want. There is no chart where this is getting a gold star for my manhood. It was a pleasure to enjoy this opportunity with you, Hope.”

She blinked at me. “You might be the nicest guy I’ve ever met.”

Wasn’t that a damn shame? “I sincerely hope that isn’t the case.”

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