Page 53 of Next in Line
I lower myself in front of her, her eyes on the condom in my hands. “Sit back, Maggie. Spread your legs.”
She does as she’s told, opening herself to me and giving me a beautiful view of that pussy I tasted last night. There’s a thin line of hair she leaves in the center, and I have to stop myself from bending down and tasting her again. Instead, I slide my fingers over her clit, causing her chest to shudder with surprise. I slide two fingers deep inside her, noticing how wet she is already. I pull them out to circle around her tight bundle of nerves, and she moans my name.
“Oh my god, Sam.” Her hips thrust upward to take my fingers deep inside again. “Oh my god.”
I continue fingering her, feeling her body tremble with desire from just my fingers. My free hand drops down and fists my cock, stroking it slowly while she writhes on the rug. When she opens her eyes and sees me gripping myself, her gaze alights with a yearning I cannot ignore.
I push a third finger into her, and her fingers dig into the rug as she cries out loudly, “I need more.”
“You still want more, sparky?” I ask, moving in and out of her in slow, smooth motions.
“Yes, I want you!” she cries, her climax already building as her pussy tighten around my digits.
“You want my cock?” I ask because her voice is so sexy right now, I want to hear it over and over again.
She lifts her head and pins me with a look. “I want your cock.”
With a small smile, I pull my fingers out and move to roll the condom over my straining erection. She watches with fascination as I center myself between her legs and push the head of my cock inside her.
“Do it,” she begs, her breath stuttering with need.
So in one fluid motion, I thrust into her hard and fast. She cries out at my invasion, the tightness overwhelming as I press my forehead to her chest and wince with pleasure. Slowly, I begin moving in and out, taking her deep and pulling out so that just my tip rests inside, then plunging back in again.
Her hands rake up my back, scoring my flesh with her nails as she urges me to go faster. I press a bruising kiss on her mouth and rock into her, my hips jerking in a rhythmic motion as her legs wrap around my sides and she angles herself up to meet my thrusts.
Watching Maggie glow in the warm light is stunning. Her skin covered in a thin sheet of sweat as her cries grow louder and louder. As her climax nears, she transforms before my very eyes from a beautiful girl to a stunning woman embracing her body’s pleasure. It’s a glorious sight.
I dip my head to her shoulder and nibble kisses along her clavicle, needing to taste her, needing my tongue to sweep over every luscious part of her body as she cries out my name over and over.
Suddenly, she tightens around me, her legs squeezing my sides so unforgivingly, I’m barely able to move. She locks eyes with me and opens her mouth with a cry, and I swear the sexy look on her face alone pulls my orgasm right out of me.
My vision blurs as I come inside her and feel her sex pulsing all around me. We’re both panting and soaked with sweat from the way-too-hot fire that it takes every muscle in my body to pull out of her and roll onto my back.
“Holy shit,” she says with a heavy breath.
“Yeah.” I exhale heavily, my brain barely able to form coherent sentences.
“That was…unexpected.”
I look over and see her frowning up at the ceiling, her mind clearly working a lot harder than mine at the moment. “Unexpected bad? Or unexpected good?”
“Good,” she replies, but she still has that frowny face, so I don’t really feel any better. “I mean…you have quite a rod.”
I turn my head and blink rapidly at her in confusion.
She looks back at me and shrugs. “I’ve been holding that fishing pun for a while now.”
The words then click into place, and I bust out laughing because as far as comments after sex go, that one is definitely a first. With a huge smile on my face, I stand and grab a blanket off the back of the couch to drape over her. Her dimple crease becomes visible as she stares up at me, pleased with her little joke.
“I’m just going to go take care of this.”
I gesture to the condom, and she stares at it with great interest as I turn and make my way to the bathroom to clean up. Slipping into the bedroom, I throw on a pair of shorts and grab a T-shirt for Maggie to wear to bed since she mentioned not having many clothes for this weekend. By the time I come back out into the living room, she is fast asleep, curled up in front of the fire like a little cat.
With a smile, I watch her for a moment, enjoying how peaceful she looks. The girl has to be tired after a full day of snowboarding…badly. I’m wiped too, as a matter of fact. Feeling chivalrous, I bend down to pick her up, cradling her limp body in my arms as I carry her down the hall and into the darkened bedroom. I lay her down on the bed, tucking her feet under the blankets and pulling them up all around her.
She begins shifting and groans, “Nooo, I said I’m taking the couch.”
She tries to sit up, and I gently push her back down. “Don’t be stubborn. You’re taking the bed.”
