I pound into her. Her nails dig into the skin of my hands, but it only spurs me on. “Feels so good. Don’t stop.”
Like I would ever. I’ll fuck Dillon for as long as she wants me to.
I mean, for the two weeks we’re here. I’ll fuck her as many times as she wants in that time.
“Are you gonna come for me?” I pant, staring down at her tits bouncing with every hard thrust I give her.
“Yes. Just keep doing that.”
But I don’t. I angle my hips so that my dick hits deeper inside her and the base drags over her clit.
“Oh my God!” she cries. “No, keep doing that … please …”
I increase my tempo but keep the angle.
I can feel my balls drawing up tight, and the telltale feeling of heat spreads at the base of my spine. I’m gonna come real fucking soon if I don’t do something to slow myself down. A woman has never come after me, and I don’t intend to let that happen now.
She just gets me going so fucking bad.
I grit my teeth and clench my ass cheeks as I focus on getting her there first.
Knowing that her tits are super sensitive, I lower my head to them and take a nipple in my mouth. One good suck, and she goes off. She cries out my name, forgetting we’re supposed to be strangers in this little scenario. Her muscles tighten around my dick, squeezing the shit out of it, and I couldn’t stop my orgasm if I tried. And I ain’t trying.
My dick jerks inside her, and I start coming. And I keep coming. I’ve no fucking clue where all this spunk is coming from, considering I came like a motherfucker not that long ago.
When I’m done, I collapse on her. A huff of air comes out of her.
I forget how small she is compared to me.
Rolling over, I take her with me, putting her on top, keeping my dick inside of her. He’s not ready to leave the warmth of her quite yet.
“Better?” I ask her, smoothing her hair back from her face, which is plastered to my sweaty chest.
“Yeah,” she whispers. “That was … epic. Even better than the first time. And that had been amazing.”
“Yeah,” I murmur.
She’s right. It was better than the first time, and the first fuck had been incredible.
But that …
It was fire.
Again, something I’ve never encountered in all my years of fucking. Nothing has ever beaten the first time with a woman before. You know the excitement of knowing what it’s like to fuck someone for the first time? It’s usually downhill for me after that.
But apparently, not this time.
“West?” she whispers.
“Yeah?”
“Thank you.”
“You’re thanking me for sex?”
She laughs softly, and the sound tickles my chest. “No. Well, yeah. But no. I’m thanking you for telling me that you wanted to have sex with me. If you hadn’t, I wouldn’t be here right now, feeling the best I have in a long time.”
I’m happy she feels that way. If anyone deserves to feel good, it’s her.
“Well, I’m really fucking glad you said yes to us fucking.”
She tilts her head to look at me. “You have such a way with words.” Her eyes are smiling at me.
“It’s a gift.” I shrug.
Then, I thread my fingers into her hair, bringing her face to mine, and I kiss her. Gently. Slowly.
Complete contrast to the way I just fucked her.
We kiss for a while. It’s the first time in a long time that I can remember kissing a woman without it ending in sex.
Because I never kiss a woman like this after sex. I usually leave or fall asleep.
Our kisses slow until they stop, and she lays her head back on my chest, snuggling into me.
I stroke my hand over her long hair and down her back. After a few minutes, I feel her breaths start to even out.
“You tired?” I ask her.
“Mmhmm,” she murmurs. “You want me to move?” She sounds reluctant, and to be honest, I’m kind of liking having her lying up here on me.
“No. You’re good. Just let me get rid of this condom.”
I shift my hips, so my dick slips out of her. She makes a noise of displeasure, and I wonder if it’s because my dick is no longer inside her or if it’s because I moved her a little.
I reach down and tug the condom off my dick, and then I blindly reach for the tissues on the nightstand, wrap it in one,