she soon had Knox flat on his back on the bar and she threw her leg over him, straddling him and keeping him at her mercy. He reached up and cupped her breast, massaging the fleshy mound even as his other hand ventured between her thighs.
Knox groaned when he found her slick and wet. “Perfect,” he muttered. “So perfect.” He then waved his hand at the front door and Dawn heard a rush of wind right before a loud click. “I locked the door,” Knox said.
“Perfect,” Dawn repeated. She kissed him one last time, more than ready for him. She knew she was being wanton and impatient, but it felt like she had been waiting for this moment forever. For a man who finally saw every part of her and gave himself to her selflessly, rather than demanding she give herself to him.
Lowering herself onto his length, she threw her head back, rejoicing in the feeling of being filled. For all her time spent declining offers of sex, she really did enjoy it. Her body stretched to accommodate Knox’s impressive girth and she tightened her inner muscles experimentally. Knox groaned and thrust up into her, almost causing her to lose her balance. His hands quickly came up to grip her hips as he set a fast pace, thrusting up from underneath her and pulling her down to meet the hard jabs at the same time.
“Look at you,” Knox panted, voice filled with the grit of lust. “You look like a naughty cowgirl up there.” He moaned, pumping into her a few more times before saying, “Gods, your tits.”
Dawn looked down, taking note of the way her breasts bounced with every motion. Her breasts were large, but she liked to think they were balanced out by her hips. She had always loved her hourglass figure and was gratified to see Knox approved as well. She snaked her hand up to tweak a nipple, gasping when it shot sensation straight to her clit. Knox released her hips to pull her down and kiss her breathless. She stayed where she was working her hips against Knox, the position putting pressure on her clit every couple of thrusts. It wasn’t long after that before she felt a tingling in her clit and her internal muscles began tightening rhythmically over and over again as she was flung into an orgasm that had her screaming Knox’s name. Knox’s shout of completion reached her ears and he lost his rhythm, pistoning into her crazily as he worked to wring out every drop of pleasure for them both.
Chapter Eleven
Knox stared stupidly at the ceiling, his body struggling to breathe as he came down from an orgasm that, by rights, should have killed him. Dawn was sprawled boneless on his chest, her panting breaths hot against his skin. He lifted his heavy arms, stroking them down Dawn’s back, and finding it slick with sweat. When he got to her butt, he gave it a small pinch, holding her tight when she jumped so she wouldn’t fall.
Pushing her hair out of her face, Dawn scowled up at him. “What are you doing?”
“Just checking to see if you’re still conscious,” he grinned down at her. Dawn giggled and Knox basked in the sound. He tucked some hair behind her ear, asking, “Are you okay?”
Dawn searched his face for a moment, asking a question of her own in return. “Do you still love me?”
Knox gripped her tighter, feeling her generous breasts squish against his chest and causing his exhausted dick to make a heroic twitch. “Yes. Of course, I still love you.” He squeezed her arse, “In fact, I think I love you even more now.”
Dawn laughed, kissing his chin. “Then, yes. I am very okay.”
Knox sighed, relaxing back against his bar, and wondering how he was ever going to be able to serve drinks to his customers without replaying sex with Dawn every single time. It would be damned inconvenient to pop wood every time he wiped down the bar top. Still, he was content to hold her there for a while longer yet. The outside world could wait.
“What do we do now?” Dawn asked after a few minutes. She propped herself up on his chest so she could see him better.
“Now we put the closed sign on the door and give me a breather of say, ten minutes, before we start all over again. I was thinking … reverse cowgirl?” Knox’s grin was as cheeky as it was raunchy.