even noticing how very hot and naked I was. And that the towel was slowly slipping down to reveal my nipples.
Thinking that he could use a distraction, I let the towel slip all the way down, revealing my naked body.
Still he didn’t look.
But I didn’t need him to.
Instead, I moved until I was standing directly beside the bed, then straddled his body.
Which then got his attention.
My hot pussy pressed against his bare belly, causing me to squirm.
His eyes, hot now and fully aimed at me, slowly roamed the length of me, starting with my face and going all the way to where I was pressed against him.
His hands moved to my hips and he stared at my breasts for a long second before moving quickly and shoving down his sweats.
I felt his thick cock thwack against my back, the resounding slap making me smile.
I definitely had his attention now.
Which was more than obvious in the next second when he lifted my hips and positioned himself at my entrance.
Before I could fully seat myself, though, he reversed our positions and slammed himself home, making a silent scream take over my face.
“Fuck yes,” he whispered, his mouth now peppering my face with kisses.
My eyes nearly rolled into the back of my head when he started to move his hips, slowly at first, until he’d worked himself up to a fast, punishing rhythm.
I didn’t complain in the least.
Couldn’t, really.
I had nothing to complain about.
And, fifteen minutes later, when we were both spent, and Hayes’ entire body weight was pinning me to the bed, I really had nothing to complain about.
I’d never felt anything like I’d just felt with him in my life.
“We didn’t use a condom.” I panted, mostly because I couldn’t draw in a complete breath with his full body weight pinning me down.
But I was sure it also had to do with my breathlessness due to the three amazing orgasms he’d given me in the last fifteen minutes.
The man was a God.
I didn’t think it was normal to have this kind of sex life.
I mean, how would one survive?
He moved then, rolling until I was on top of him instead of the other way around, and squeezed me lightly around the waist.
“We’re making a mess on the bed,” I breathed against his chest.
I felt like a boneless pile of euphoria.
It was a surreal feeling.
Still, he didn’t say anything.
I sighed and kept quiet, my eyes closing, and my muscles relaxing after a long day.
And soon, I didn’t think of anything at all because I was asleep, protected in my man’s arms.
Hours later, I woke up to Hayes’ rumbling.
There was a pause in the rumbling, and then it started up again.
I went up onto an elbow planted in his chest and stared blearily at Hayes who was talking quietly into the phone.
Not quiet enough, apparently.
Glancing at the clock, I realized it was now six in the evening.
I’d slept on top of Hayes for over an hour and a half. And he’d held me there, throwing a blanket over me at some point.
When I sat up all the way, it pinned his hard cock in between us.
I started to undulate my hips, causing his mouth to twitch.
I didn’t know who was on the phone, but I did know that I liked the way it felt, me grinding down onto him.
I liked it so much that when his cock met my entrance, I purposefully shifted backward so that he slipped inside of me instead of against me.
His words hitched as he spoke to whoever he was speaking to, but I didn’t stop.
Instead, I grinned wickedly down at him and rode him slowly.
“Yes,” he said.
I wasn’t sure if that ‘yes’ was to me or to whoever he was speaking to.
I ran my hand down the length of my body, stopping at my nipples for a few seconds to pluck at them and make them a bit harder.
Then moved down to my pussy where I spread my lips so I could see what I was doing to him.
I looked obscene where I was stretched around the wide width of his cock, and it made my pussy throb in excitement.
“Yes, sir,” Hayes said.
That one obviously wasn’t for me.