by inch and I sigh with pleasure. We’re staring at each other; I can see how good this is for him. I hope he can see how good this is for me too.
We move slowly at first. My breasts bounce over him. I ride him. Our bodies moving together in a slow, undulating rhythm. I’m so wet, it’s unreal. His cock slides deep within my wetness, and then his thrusts become harder. Faster.
I’m moaning, and he growls like a wild animal with every stroke. Up and down, I bounce, and I know he’s waiting for me. He’s waiting for that sweet release.
I clutch him, holding on to any part of him that I can. He pulls me as close in as possible, and he’s so big inside me. I give in. I have to. Why am I even holding back?
I cry out as I come, and he sighs with relief. Our motions become slower but more intense as we come together. I can feel him shoot his cum inside me. I can’t stop riding him. I don’t want to stop, even though I can already feel a soreness between my legs.
He has fucked me hard. A thrill runs down my spine. I’ll be feeding off the memory of this for a long time to come. The best lay of my life. I’m sure he knows exactly how good he is.
When I’m done, I swing my leg over and lay down beside him. There’s enough room on the bed for us both to spread out, but for some reason, I decide to stay close to him.
I’m wide awake, and this gorgeous man is asleep beside me. We didn’t really talk after sex. In fact, he seemed to fall asleep pretty quickly.
I’ll be the first to admit that it’s pretty complicated between us. I don’t know what’s going to happen next, but the one thing I do know is that this can’t happen again.
And not because of the quality of the experience. Not in the least. If I had to rate how good the sex was—I wouldn’t, because I wouldn’t want to pay him that big of a compliment. Suffice to say, that was the best sex of my life.
It’s been forty-five minutes since I came, with Trevor buried deep inside me, and if he was still awake, I would fling myself at him again. So I’m glad that he’s asleep. It ensures that an encore won’t happen.
I watch him sleep for a few minutes more. I love how peaceful he looks. Usually, his brows are furrowed. His face is cold and stony; his glare is intense. When he’s asleep, though, he looks like he doesn’t have a care in the world. I can’t stop staring at his body. How muscular and athletic he is. How much strength he has in those arms!
As quietly as possible, I slip away from the bed. I start collecting all my clothes strewn over the floors of this room and outside. I quickly get dressed and peek in again to look at him one last time before I leave.
There’s a part of me that wishes things were different. That I could just go up to him and kiss his lips before I leave, or better still, slide right back in bed beside him and spend the night snuggled in the crook of his arm.
But there’s that other part of me. The more realistic side. It can never happen. Trevor and I are not supposed to be together. We are not couple material. Our relationship would end in disaster, and I know neither of us want to put Anya through that.
It is as much for her as for me that I tiptoe out of his apartment tonight and slip into mine next door.
Hopefully, I’ll get a good night’s sleep. I can’t remember the last time I felt this relaxed.
I’m smiling to myself the next day at the office. I can’t help myself. I even have a skip in my step. I’m overly nice and happy around all my employees, and I know I’m outperforming on every phone call I have with my clients. Getting laid definitely has a myriad of benefits and mood-boosting properties! Isn’t that a scientific fact?
I just hope I don’t bump into Trevor today. I can’t afford to let him see me like this. Like a giddy teenager with a crush.
I’m having lunch at my desk and going through some reports when my assistant puts through a phone call from Erica. I’m a little