Page 37 of Navigating His Heart
The sheet was getting wet under her, sticking to his cock, making him groan into her mouth as he felt everything.
He let her butt go, shoving the sheet down, and the next pass of her hips, his cock settled against her core, and she moaned as she pushed her core against the tip of his cock.
Her core swallowed his tip, and he lifted his hips the moment her hips slammed down on his.
Having his cock fully encased in her tight pussy again was like nothing he had ever felt.
He only had his hand for company over the years, and damn this was everything.
She was tight still, and her wetness slid down his balls, making him pump up into her harder.
She started to grind down on him, barely lifting her hips, and he let her do what she wanted, but when he grabbed her ass in his hands, she whimpered, and he lifted her hips, bringing her up and down over and over again.
She pulled her mouth from his and sat up, digging her nails into his chest as she did.
Her breasts bounced under his shirt, and he leaned up, biting one of them through the fabric.
She moaned, letting go of his chest with one hand and holding the back of his head to her chest.
He kept biting and sucking at her tits while bouncing her on his cock, and she finally arched her back, coming all over him.
He felt her shudder and her core tightening on his cock.
He growled, lifting her again and again, then his eyes rolled back in his head as he came deep inside her.
She held onto his head while her breathing slowly stabilized, and he looked up at her, then down at his handy work.
Her shirt was now see-through, and he loved it.
“God you are fucking everything.”
She smiled down at him, “I wanted to make you breakfast, but you don’t have any food here.”
He laughed, “Let’s order. I don’t want to leave this bed.”
She laughed too, and his cock was squeezed as she did.
He grunted, and lifted her off him, making her pout, then she said, “I wish I could stay here. But I have to work.”
It was his turn to pout, and she laughed, “I want to stay here with you too, but I have a full schedule and they need me. I will be all yours tonight though. I promise.”
He leaned up, kissing her, “Good. I will bring you lunch though. Okay?”
She nodded, “I need to get home. I really need a shower. And I know if I take one here, I won’t get to work.”
He laughed, “You are right, and you are probably sore.”
She squirmed in his lap, “A little. But not as bad as I thought.”
He knew he shouldn’t have taken her the second time, but he couldn’t help it.
He smiled, “Come on. I will take you home and then to work. Your car is still at the salon.”
She nodded, and she got dressed, and he pulled on some sweatpants, and a t-shirt.
Then he drove her to her apartment and waited in her living room while she showered.
He knew that if he didn’t sit and think about what was going on with her perfect body under the spray, he would go down the hall and take her.
