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“Then come.”
She bursts around me, gushing, soaking my cock as she crests, coming on a wordless scream, burying her face in my chest as she keeps grinding her hips against me.
Holy god, this might be the hottest fuck I’ve ever had in my life. She’s so goddamn beautiful. Her cheeks are flushed and stained with tears of rapture, her mouth open as sounds pour out, her hair wild and splayed out on the pillow. She’s not nearly done when she pulls me with her, a knot of pleasure exploding in a rush as I fill the condom, unable to resist the way her tight cunt pulls me in.
I keep slowly thrusting as I catch my breath, her orgasm rolling into another, smaller, one, leaving her shaking and gasping beneath me. I hover over her, brushing her hair out of her face as she clings to me. Her eyes are glassy when they open, meeting mine, then they soften, a small smile painting her lips.
I don’t know what she was expecting, but I can’t ever let her go after this.
Chapter 11
Stella
I’m still shuddering in the aftermath of my orgasm, hardly aware of his head in the crook of my neck and his hands soothing me. He pulls out of me, my arousal still glistening on the condom as he lays down next to me, dragging my limp form into him.
I’m not a virgin anymore.
So many people told me how much your first time sucks. Not me. I just had my world rocked.Boy, did I ever.I’m already reminiscing about how he felt on top of me, the thick weight of him as he pushed inside, and I’m still in the afterglow.
I lean into his frame, not even trying to resist the oxytocin trickling through me. I take mental stock of my body and my new aches and pains. My legs are still trembling with the strength of my orgasm, and I’m a little sore, although it’s nothing compared to the muscle pain after a long shift on my feet. My hand drifts between my legs tenderly.
That stung like a mother.I press on that tender spot, only mildly embarrassed when my fingers come away tinted red. Inoticed a smear on the sheets as well. I try to remind myself he knew exactly what I was and what he was getting into. It’s perfectly normal. Nothing to be embarrassed by. But those thoughts only last a moment.
“I think we need to do that again,” James mumbles into my shoulder in between soft kisses. His whole body is curled around me, keeping me safe and cozy, wrapped up in him. I twine my fingers through his where they rest on my stomach and turn to him.
“Are you sure? You’re the one who said it was a bad idea the first time,” I remind him. “I don’t want you to regret anything.” The last part comes out quiet, timid.
He rolls over, pulling me with him so I’m splayed out over top of him.
“Sunshine, I could never regret that. You’re fucking incredible.” He captures my mouth in a searing kiss. “You’re beautiful, funny, and kind of a smart ass.” He gently skims my sides, tickling me and making me squirm. His eyes darken as he finds purchase on my waist, stilling me. “And you take direction so fucking well.” He returns his lips to mine, dragging me into a lust-fueled haze. I am completely lost in him.
As we tangle further into each other, he begins to stiffen again against my stomach, his dick pushing firmly against me.
“Already?”
“Now that I know what it’s like to be inside you, I don’t know if there will ever be a moment when I don’t want to be.”
“Ever heard of a refractory period, stud?”
“Are you saying you don’t want to go again, sunshine?”
“Shut up.”
One round turns into two, then three, and now it’s way past dinner time and I’m starving. James is making sandwiches while I get ready to hop into his shower. My muscles are aching and I’m deliciously sore as I strip in his bathroom.
That little weasel!I think as I survey the purple dots marring my neck, chest, and oddly enough my backside.What is he, a freaking vampire?
I huff as I turn on the water as hot as it will go and step in. I relish the way his soap smells on my skin, the way he envelopes me when he’s not even here, as the hot water soothes my worn body.
Hazel and Nessa weren’t joking when they said how tired they are after sex. My vagina needs a hiatus. Or a condolences card.I flinch as I clean my most private parts, still cautious of that twinge that I knew was coming but still hoped wouldn’t.
When I decide that I’ve successfully washed the hedonism off of me, I wrap myself in a James-sized towel and pad to his room to steal more clothes from him. His in-suite laundry has already taken care of the clothes I wore here, but I’m saving them for when I eventually need to go home.
The pit in my stomach grows as I think about that. We both agreed that this could only be for right here, right now. I know that won’t change.
You would be lying if you said you didn’t want it to. You want him all to yourself.
I dismiss the thought as I make my way to the kitchen, freshly wrapped up in the clean, fresh smell of him.
