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"Stay like that," I say as I'm about to come, push her off my cock, crawl onto the sectional behind her, stroke her wonderful ass,pulling it slightly apart so I can see her asshole, and then slowly push my cock deep inside her pussy.
Beth moans loudly. I thrust gently at first and then gradually increase the pace, my hands running over her ass, along her back, and kneading her wonderful, full breasts, the feeling of them in my hand almost making me come.
"I want to look into your eyes," I hear myself say. That's actually uncharacteristic of me, but I can't shake the feeling that I'm about to come, and I want to look right at her when I do.
So we turn over, Beth lying sweaty and wet beneath me. Her breasts taste wonderful, almost sweet. Simply heavenly.
When I bring my hand to her clit and increase the tempo, and Beth matches my rhythm while grabbing my balls, a tsunami of pleasure washes over me, and heat spreads through every part of my body.
I look directly into her eyes, thrust deep one more time, and moan loudly as I come inside her. To my delight, Beth comes at the same time, writhing and twitching wildly under me.
"You're incredible," I say, panting, and kiss her greedily, and she returns my kiss. "Now we can talk," I say, resting my chin on her chest and looking at her.
Beth hesitates. Then she gives a small grin. "Should we shower first? I'm all sticky."
"Only if I get to soap you up," I say with a mischievous grin.
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"Hey," I greet Beth the next morning as we wake up on the couch, still naked and snuggled together. I've been awake for about fifteen minutes, admiring her beautiful naked body next to me and remembering what we did after the shower and during the movie. We did it all night and fell asleep at some point.
The sex is even better than I remembered, and yet I get the feeling that I might have made things even worse. I mean, it was overwhelming, but if I tell her now that I also want her shop...
I don't want to be an asshole, and yet I feel like I've crossed a line with this night.
"Hey," Beth replies, smiling at me.
"As you can see, I'm still here this time," I return, and kiss her.
"Why? What time is it? I should...," Beth begins, sitting up and looking out the window, where you can see the rising sun perfectly.
"Shit, is it morning already?" Beth asks and shoots up from the couch.
"No need to worry, I...," I begin, wondering what's making her so nervous. It's shortly after seven. Her shop doesn't open for another two hours.
"I have to go. I..." she says, and starts frantically gathering her clothes from the floor.
"Did I do something wrong? Weren't we going to talk?" I ask, not understanding what's going on right now.
"We should have done that last night. Oh, damn it! I... I'm sorry, this must seem weird. But I really have to..."
"It doesn't. No problem," I say quietly, even though I know it does seem pretty weird.
"I'll explain. Soon," she says, gives me a kiss, which I take to mean I didn't do anything wrong after all, and then leaves me with a lot of question marks.
What the hell was that with us?
It couldn't go on like this. Definitely not after last night, because now, nothing was the same.
Chapter 19
Beth
"I'm so sorry, Veronica. I don't know how that could have happened. I... How's Ben?" I begin as I open my apartment door and Veronica comes toward me.
"Now, calm down, sweetie. You must have apologized ten times on the phone call on your way here. And Ben's sleeping, everything's fine. Now, come on in and..." she pauses and gives me a suggestive look.
"Don't look at me like that. I'm just going to check on Ben."
