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Robin
One time is not enoughfor Reideither.
Maybe the ‘one and done’ reputation he has earned refers to one session, or one night. I don’t know, but I’m glad it’s notoveryet.
I can’t stop my fingers from grasping the cool cotton sheets on Reid’s bed. If I press any harder, I’m sure to rip them. Lifting my head, I glance down my body at his head between my legs. He’s been teasing, pleasing and torturing my clit, my folds and my center for longer than it takes to travel the Vegas Strip. I’ve probably erupted more times than the Old Faithful Geyser. I’m so sensitive now, so tender, and my inner muscles are exhausted. But he’s so good, strumming on me like I’m his own personalinstrument.
Swallowing hard, I relax my head on the pillow. My hands run through his low haircut, wishing there was more to grip on to as he buries his tongue past my folds, lapping hungrily at me. I’m a virtual puddle under histreatment.
God, I could so get usedtothis.
The question—or rather, the certainty—of not being able to have him again knocks around in my head, sobering me up for a split second. After being with him this way, is one day really enough? Or should I be grateful for experiencing such an intense, emotionally rich yet finite sliver of time with him? I imagine I’ll be reliving this day in my head over and over again. It’s sure to be scorched to my short-term and long-termmemory.
Ismile.
This is the kind of sensual experience that can fuel scores of future battery-operated climaxes. The thought is so entertaining, I let out achuckle.
Reid looks up. “Care to share what’s sofunny?”
“Not really,” I tell him, and extend my arms in a plea for him to refocus hisattention.
He props himself up on one arm for a few moments, and crawls up to relax beside me. “Get on top,” he rumbles out, folding his arms behind his head. “Before I change my mind and devour you whole,beautiful.”
I can handle riding thiscowboy.
Ihope.
He’s packing one hell of a big saddle, but I don’t mind a challenge once in a while. With a smile, I stretch one leg over his thighs and place my hands on his stomach. Am I bad for memorializing the moment by taking an extra-long appreciative look at inch by glorifying inch of his package? If I am, sobeit.
My staring must have an effect on Reid, because his cock pulsates and throbs, seeming to swell that much more. His eyes travel from my eyes to my lips, and pauses at my breasts. A hand magically produces a condom and passes it to me. I lick my lips. There should be time for tasting. Maybe later, because he grips his shaft with one hand and points at the condom in my hand with theother.
Taking some creative liberties from his direction, I shake the wrapper around in my hand, but I don’t open it. Instead, I scoot my hips back, lower my head, and run my tongue around the large, velvety tip. He moans his approval, grabbing the back of my head as an invitation to continue. I relax my jaw and float forward some more, taking in more of him, aware of my core clenching with anticipation. He pumps his hips slightly. I lift and lower some more with some help from his hand fisted in my hair, reveling in the way he responds to me, and in how my body’s needheightens.
With a moderate tug on my hair, Reid lifts my head completely off of his length. He grabs the condom, rolls it on, and takes hold of my waist. One fluid movement of his arms, and the next second, my folds run along his tip, and it’s now my inner walls lowering down, taking him in, eyes pressed shut, hips rolling of their own accord, and hands on his pecs as he fills me. The urge is strong to sit there for some time and appreciate that full feeling deep in my womb. After a few moments, I can’tnotmove. I’m tooclose.
A few more rolls of my hips drive me over the edge, causing me so much pleasure that I cry out a sound that comes from deep in my diaphragm as I ascend to my climax. It’s so overpowering and all-encompassing, I don’t know which way is up anymore. Reid meets me at my peak somehow, but it seems like it’s happening somewhere so close, yet so far. I can’t think. I’m just matter and bliss rolled into one sweet, wet, convulsingsensation.
Reid pulls me down to his chest, wraps his arms around me, and in a deep baritone, he whispers, “You are amazing,woman.”
“You are too,” I pant out, already drifting off into what I’m sure will be a dreamlesssleep.
