Rate a Date by Monica Murphy Page 0,61
“Of course not.”
He remains silent and I do my best to rid myself of my tears, but it’s no use. They are now streaming down my face.
It is super obvious I’m crying after I had sex with this man.
“Oh baby.” He hauls me into his arms and holds me close while I just let loose and sob against his bare chest. He runs his fingers through my hair, his mouth at my forehead, murmuring soothing words in between pressing gentle kisses to my temple.
It’s the sweetest thing a man has ever done for me.
Once I’ve composed myself, I’m terribly embarrassed. I can’t believe I fell apart like that. “I’m sorry.” I pull away so I can look into his eyes. “I don’t usually do that sort of thing.”
He frowns, his brows lowered. “What? Have sex?”
“No, silly.” I gently smack his chest. He is a wall of solid muscle. “Cry after having sex.”
The smile curling his lips is nothing short of arrogant. “It must’ve been a good one. That orgasm I gave you.”
Ooh, look, I’m blushing. “It was okay.”
“Uh huh.”
“You seemed to enjoy yourself,” I remind him.
“Being inside your perfect pussy is like heaven,” he says solemnly.
He is so crude. But he also called my pussy perfect, so I can’t complain.
“We should do it again,” he continues, waving toward the box of condoms on the nearby table. “We have lots of protection.”
“We do,” I agree, my body starting to come alive at the thought of putting all those condoms to use.
He rolls us over so I’m sprawled on top of his big body. And I’m no delicate princess, so that I can sprawl and feel like I’m not crushing him is a huge bonus. He is a huge bonus.
“I want you to ride me like a cowgirl,” he says, his hands on my hips as he slides me down so I’m settled directly on top of his junk.
Oh my. I like the idea of that. I can feel his erection nudging my backside, and my core is aching for him to fill it again.
“Let me grab a condom,” I say, leaning over his face to pluck one from the box on the bedside table. He takes this opportunity to wrap his lips around my nipple and suck and bite it, making me gasp.
“God, I love these babies,” he murmurs as he cups them in his big hands, gazing lovingly at my chest. They still manage to overflow his grip, because yes, I have enormous boobs. He sucks the other one in his mouth, nibbling on my flesh, and I sort of just hang there above his head, letting him feast on me.
It feels really good. He is literally worshipping my breasts.
Eventually I push his face away from my chest and slither down his body, putting the condom on his erection myself. It’s a really nice penis, and I’ve never thought that before, but truly, it is. Perfectly proportioned. Nice flared head. Tilts a little to the right.
Pretty sure I’ve lost my mind, considering I’m sitting here analyzing his dick.
“Hurry up, woman,” he says impatiently, like he knows what I’m doing, and I get into position, ready to ride him like a cowgirl, just like he said.
I slide down on top of him, a breathy sigh falling from my lips as he fills me up. It’s been a while since I’ve been on top. I get self-conscious in this position. I’ve been with lean men before and when we do it like this, I always feel like I’m going to break them. Or there are the men who aren’t into boobs swaying in their face, and that happens with me. I don’t know, it can get awkward.
I am the queen of awkward, let’s never forget it.
Mitch really seems into me. Into this moment. He’s watching me, his eyes glazed, his mouth slack, his hands on my thighs. I just sit there for a moment, taking him in, taking in the moment just like he is, and I swear I feel his cock twitch deep within me.
“Did you just do that?” I ask.
“I did.” He thrusts his hips up, bucking beneath me. “Whatcha waiting for? Giddyup, sweetheart.”
Laughing, I start to move. He’s grinning. I’m smiling. We’re staring into each other’s eyes as I shift above him, but soon our laughter dies. And our smiles fade. I’m sliding up and down his shaft like it’s a pole, and he’s urging me on with every subtle thrust of his hips. Soon we’re in perfect rhythm,