a lap-dance move that had his eyes rolling back into his head. “In fact, we have a very big problem on our hands.” She sat back and smiled. “More correctly, in my hands.”
Hands that she used to slowly drive him out of his mind and under her spell. A spell that was going to be broken in only a couple of ways. “One, you keep that up and this will end in quick and pleasurable fun for one. Or, two, you help me get this on”—he held up the condom—”and we can cross that finish line together.”
“How about one, then two?”
“Yeah, one happens and it’s going to take some serious recharge time before we get back to two. I made some pretty big promises and I intend to keep my word.”
No longer able to wait for her to decide, Emmitt took charge, which had him bringing the chair upright so he could tear open the condom wrapper.
It was a little tricky, with her hands doing more stroking than helping, but together they managed to get him wrapped and inside her in a single thrust.
“Jesus,” he moaned at the same time she groaned.
“So big.”
Normally, he would have taken a moment to soak in the compliment, even thank her for it, but before he knew it, the chair tilted back, Annie tilted forward, and they were both fully horizontal. Her hands were braced on either side of his head, those incredible breasts jiggling right in his face.
“I’m never getting rid of this recliner,” he said, because all he had to do was lean up and—sweet mercy—he was appreciating her breasts the way they were intended to be appreciated.
Annie was done being patient, because she arched her back and sank down even further, pushing until he was all the way inside of her. They both stopped breathing, stopped moving, and for a long moment he swore he was going to cry at the rightness of it all.
But it was Annie to the rescue as she rose up only to sink deliciously back down. Taking her by the hips, he helped steady her while she moved faster and harder, their bodies becoming slick from the friction.
Sex with Annie was just like arguing with her: honest, real, and so damn unexpected he knew he’d never tire of it. Of her.
“Big promises,” she challenged, and he was all in.
Lifting her by the hips, he guided her down at the same time that he rose up, and she choked on his name. Not that he was holding strong. A few more times and breathing seemed to do nothing but piss off his chest, so he gave up on it.
They found a frenzied but steady rhythm, and he was about to ask for mercy when she gasped, “Do that again.”
“This?” he asked, lifting his hips. He knew when he hit the bull’s-eye because she let out a throaty moan and closed her eyes. Then her body tightened, and all Emmitt could do was hold on while she exploded around him. But only a fraction of a second before him. Cutting it damn close, but not so close he couldn’t technically claim he’d been true to his Ladies First oath. Then everything went black, and he collapsed against the chair, but not before he cradled her to him.
When he was finally able to breathe without danger of passing out, he noticed Annie was covering him like a blanket, her right hand intertwined with his left. She also had her eyes closed and was lightly snoring.
He brushed her hair away from her face and watched silently as she slept, her lips gently parted, her lashes resting against her flushed face. Emmitt didn’t think he’d ever seen anyone look so beautiful.
Or feel so perfectly right.
Now he just had to convince her that he was her perfectly right.
* * *
One minute, Annie was having the best orgasm of her life and the next she came awake drooling on Emmitt’s chest.
It was still dark out, so she wouldn’t have to do this walk of shame with the morning sun shining down on her. She listened to the steady rhythm of his breathing before she even dared to open one eye.
Whew. He was sound asleep.
Using the armrests for balance, she slowly lifted herself up and off Emmitt without disturbing him. Well, part of him was already wide awake.
Annie picked her panties up off the floor, then her shirt before using it to wipe her drool off Emmitt’s chest. She didn’t think a wet spot