Page 42 of Mailroom Delight
“I’m crazy about you, Paige.”
She held my gaze, eyes wide and an open expression on her face. “I’m crazy about you too, is that crazy?”
“Why would it be baby?”
“Because we haven’t known each other that long.”
“Why does that matter?” I beamed at her. “Emotions and feelings just exist, they don’t really give a crap about time.”
“I think you’re right.”
“I’m always right.” I teased, running my fingers over her taut nipples as she lowered to give me the grape anyway. “More you, Paige. I want more of you.”
She laughed as I flipped her over so she was on her back. I needed her again. Needed to be inside her.
Looked like she needed me too. She reached for me and brought me down to her lips, kissing me hard.
I couldn’t get enough of this woman. She was like a damn drug to me, working her way into my system, making me addicted to her.
I pulled back, away from her lips to grab a condom from the nightstand. I loved the look she gave me as she watched me put it on, then I slid inside her.
I’d lost count of how many times we’d done this. Lost count after the fourth time. it just seemed like we’d been given some sort of electrical charge to keep going.
She moaned into every thrust, arching her back up, off the bed. Like that she looked knock-out beautiful with that intoxicated look of passion on her face. It was all for me.
Everything, the way she looked, the way she felt, the way she touched me.
Once again, I lost control. It was too much, and I started rutting into her like an animal.
An idea popped into my mind.
It was morning now and I knew we were both exhausted. It was probably the last time we’d do this. For today.
I would have her again as soon as I could, but right now I wanted it to count.
I wanted to see her ass again. Take her from behind like I did when we were in the shower. But I wanted her on her hands and knees this time.
We hadn’t done it like that yet.
Agonizingly, I slipped out of her and she gasped when I turned her over. A weak smile danced across her lips when she realized what I was doing, and she instinctively went on to her hands and knees.
I was desperate to get back inside her, but I had to run my hands down the curve of her back and over her firm round ass.
Perfection. That’s what she was.
I thrust back in deep, really deep. Not even I was prepared for how deep I went, and she cried out in a moan of half pleasure, half pain.
She felt so fucking good. I didn’t know she could feel better than she felt before.
I moved, pumping into her with power and primal need. That hunger that raptured me drove me. My pace increased as I felt my climax was near. I did my best to stave it off but she felt too good.
She clung to the sheets and cried out as her own orgasm took hold of her, and me. Her sweet pussy spasmed around my cock sending me into oblivion and that was it. I lost it. I tightened my hold on her hips as my climax rocked me and I erupted. Heart, mind, body, and soul, all into her.
All of me. I wasn’t joking when I told her I was hers.
I really was and now I knew for sure I would only ever feel the way I felt now with her.
My Paige.
