strand of condoms. Hating to lose her lips, he sat up, his ass resting on his heels as he ripped open the packet. Catching her raised-brow look, he assured, “I don’t bring women here. Ever. These I bought today hoping you’d be in my bed.” Her smile slid across her face, and the soft light from the lamp caused her green eyes to shimmer. Having rolled on the condom, he once again shifted his body over hers, placing his cock at her entrance.
With her knees spread wide and her hands clutching his ass, she repeated, her voice firm, “I need you.”
Plunging in one swift movement, he barely managed to utter, “Yes, Ma’am.” Her tight channel felt like velvet and he gasped as he shifted his hips and moved out before plunging in again. He started slow, but the more she clutched his ass encouraging him on, the more forceful his thrusts became.
As though they could not get enough of each other, her fingers dug in and he grunted, their animal sounds echoing against the walls. She was slick and warm, but he wanted her to come again. Knowing he was close, he slid his hand between them and lightly pinched her clit. Her fingernails dug in as she squeezed her eyes closed and pressed her head back against the mattress. Crying out through clenched teeth, he felt her body shudder underneath him as she pulsated around his cock.
Unable to hold off any longer, his expression mimicked hers as his eyes shut, his head was thrown back, and he groaned through gritted teeth as his own orgasm rocked his body. Stars—or fuckin’ fireworks—exploded behind his closed eyelids and, for a few seconds, his mind left his body and he couldn’t have told anyone who he was.
When the last drop left his cock, his arms gave out and he fell straight down, hearing her grunt but uncertain he could do anything about it. With a final bit of strength, he pressed down on the mattress and rolled his weight off her, keeping her wrapped in his arms so that she was half draped over him.
He lost track of time, but right then, time didn’t matter. He lay with his eyes closed, his lungs trying to suck in enough oxygen to keep his heart and brain engaged. He was very aware of the warm female body pressed against his. Never. I’ve never fuckin’ come that hard. I’d call it a fuckin’ religious experience except my mom would have to run to the priest and light a candle… then start planning a wedding. He had no idea where that last thought came from, but instead of adding panic to his already exhausted body, he simply felt peace.
Finally, he managed to pry his eyes open, grateful that Kimberly wasn’t staring at him, repulsed. Instead, her eyes were closed as well, and her cheek rested on his chest. Her breathing slowly began to match his and, finally, she shifted slightly, leaning back so that her green eyes could peer up at him.
“I was wrong earlier.”
Her brow crinkled, silently asking what he meant by that statement.
He lifted his hand and slowly smoothed his finger over her forehead. “Earlier, I said you were the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. But that was a little premature. You, here, right now, are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
16
Kimberly woke and stretched, her body deliciously sore in several places. She felt the hot press of Kyle’s muscular form next to hers, and as she peered at him through the slight early-morning light peeking through the blinds, she grinned. The dark-haired, square-jawed man that had so thoroughly loved her body multiple times during the night was now sound asleep, his face relaxed in slumber.
She longed to reach out and smooth her hand over his brow, but the need to find the bathroom was too strong to be ignored. Slipping from the bed, she glanced down at the floor, spying the tangle of clothing. Eschewing her bra and dress, she snagged her panties and his shirt. Slipping them on, she inhaled his scent as she buttoned a few of the buttons. There were only two bedrooms on the second floor and each one had a bathroom, his being the largest. Quickly using the facilities, she snooped long enough to find an extra toothbrush, still wrapped and labeled with a dentist’s logo.
She grimaced at the idea of her breath last night and brushed with vigor, hoping for more kisses this morning. A