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She tossed her head back and groaned as he slid even deeper inside of her. His hips thrust steadily. With his hands, he rolled her body in a fluid motion over him, letting her feel every inch of his cock as he bumped up against the walls of her soft flesh.
Damn, she felt good. Tight and wet and so fucking perfect for him.
He reached up for her breast and it overwhelmed his palm. She was more voluptuous than he remembered and the change was exciting.
Her fingers dug into the hair on his chest and he knew she was getting close. She was moving faster. Up and down, racing for her finish just like she used to. Always so urgent as if she was afraid she was never going to get there. But he’d never let her down. Sometimes he’d had to take care of things after the fact, but she always got her pleasure in the end. He was a gentleman.
He heard the catch in her throat as she stopped breathing and watched as the flush started at her belly button and moved up her body. It was worth it to hold on for a few more seconds to see her orgasm move over her body like a wave, even as he felt her tighten her internal hold around his dick.
Another push, one more, one more and yeah, there it was — that fabulous liquid feeling that came as his body exploded. He felt the come surge out of his body and wondered if she could feel it, too.
Fuck, he thought. That was great. It was always great with her.
“Oh, my goodness,” she sighed and collapsed on top of his chest. Her hair tickled his nose and he was forced to move his hand to remove it before he sneezed.
Her breasts felt good pressed against his chest. He hadn’t spent enough time on them. He’d barely had her nipples in his mouth before he’d moved on. He was most definitely a breast man. Next time he’d give them the attention they deserved.
“You need to go.”
Kenny popped open his eyes. Tessa pushed herself up so she was leaning over him, her hands on his chest. He was still semi-hard and inside her.
“You need to go.”
“But I just came. Bah dump bump.”
He patted the mattress with his hand in sync with his bad joke. Not laughing, Tessa rolled off him and got to her feet. Man, she was beautiful naked.
Her legs were endless and her hips curved and dipped into her waist like a winding road. He’d had her almost every year since the time she was eighteen and he decided this year, the way she was now was by far his favorite.
“We shouldn’t have done this,” she croaked as she made her way to her closet to get a robe he knew would be hanging on the back of the door.
She’d bought this house from her mother when her mother decided to move to Florida to forever avoid the Nebraska winters. Tessa hadn’t changed it all that much, modernized the kitchen and bathrooms and repainted a few rooms, but her bedroom was still the same. She never bothered to move into the master bedroom and Kenny was glad. Lying in her room, in her bed, brought back a host of lovely memories starting with the time he’d come home from college and finally let her seduce him, a feat she’d been attempting and failing at for two years.
Two years was a lot of time for a woman to think about sex, and although she’d been a virgin, Tessa had blown his mind that day.
Come to think about it, she’d blown his mind every time since. They were great together in bed. Fuck buddies. Friends with benefits. He came home, they hooked up. It was nice. Then they went their separate ways. No harm, no foul. It had been like this for years. So why was she telling him he needed to leave?
“He’s not coming over for a midnight booty call?”
Tessa came out of the closet with her terry cloth robe wrapped around her. “Who? You mean Robert?”
Her face scrunched with disgust. “Do you honestly think I would have sex with you and then turn around and have sex with him in the same night? What kind of person do you think I am?”
Ooops. Women. They were always so damn touchy about… well, just about everything.
“I didn’t mean you would have sex with him.” The idea did sort of make him queasy. “I just don’t understand the big rush to get me out of here. If you give me a couple of minutes, we could go for round two.”
“No round two. There shouldn’t have been a round one.”
Not at all pleased with how fast things were progressing, Kenny rolled out of bed and reached for the pants he’d kicked off onto the floor.
Tessa began pulling at the blankets like she was trying to erase what they’d done. “What is your problem?”
She whirled around with the pillow still in her hands. She crumpled it between her hands and he could see she was angry at something. Someone. “Did I do something wrong?”
He couldn’t imagine what. She’d gotten off. It’s not like the one time when he’d accidentally sucked on her neck so hard he’d given her a hickey. She’d been pissed at him then because she said she looked awful in turtlenecks.
