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Two orgasms in about two minutes.
Crazy.
He continued to groan as he devoured me.
“I could eat you all night, baby,” he said against my folds. “All fucking night.”
Fine by me. Though I’d be a puddle of butter by morning. Which also sounded fine.
He tugged on my labia as he continued to fuck me with his fingers. I closed my eyes, reveling in the intensity, the sensation, the emotion swirling through me.
Emotion I didn’t want.
I tumbled into another climax and then another.
Another.
Another.
Until my body sank into the bed.
“More,” he said. “Give me one more.”
“Can’t.”
“Can.” He swirled his tongue over my clit and pressed his finger into a spot so deep that I rocketed skyward once more.
So intense, so… God, like nothing I’d ever felt before. I sank down this time, sank into the depths of the ocean where nothing existed except the two of us and this orgasm.
When I finally stopped spasming, I lay limp, whimpering.
“That was hot, baby,” he said. “Did you know you could squirt?”
“I… What?”
“Squirt. A G-spot orgasm. I’ve never been with a woman who could do it.”
“I… What?”
He laughed and crawled up next to me. “You’ve never squirted before?”
“Not that I know of,” I said weakly.
“I’d love to talk about it some more, but I really need to get my cock inside you.”
“Yeah. Okay.”
He climbed on top of me and thrust into me.33RockHome. Sweet. Home.
Damn.
Damn it all to hell.
This woman was pure paradise with heaven between her legs.
She seemed a little dazed. I’d be dazed too after that many orgasms in a row. Women didn’t know how lucky they were.
The squirting had been a major turn-on. I’d seen it in the occasional porn flick—I honestly didn’t watch a lot of porn—but had never encountered it in real life, despite my pretty impressive track record with the ladies.
That said, I wouldn’t mind encountering it again and again.
With the woman beneath me.
She had a magic pussy. Or so it seemed to me, at least.
She closed her eyes, biting her lower lip as I thrust into her.
“Open your eyes, baby. I want you to see me fucking you.”
“Mmm.” She opened her eyes halfway. “Feels good.”
“Sure does.”
Thrust.
Thrust.
Thrust.
I was close. Damn. I’d just come in her mouth, and already I was ready to release inside her sweet heat.
Thrust.
Thrust.
And once more…
“God! Lacey. God.” I plunged into her balls deep, letting go.
Letting go.
A wave of emotion swept over me, nearly bringing a tear to my eye.
Strange.
I didn’t cry. Couldn’t remember the last time I had. Certainly never after a fuck.
I felt so complete, though, still embedded in Lacey’s warmth. So fulfilled. So…
I pulled out.
This was way too much “feeling” for me.
I rolled over onto my back, my arm over my forehead. I lay tense for a moment. Would she want to talk? Of course she would. Women always wanted to talk.
A few minutes later, though, she let out a soft snore. I smiled. No talking. Good. Hell, if I’d had that many orgasms, I’d be out cold too. I yawned, stretching.
I should get out of here. Go home. God himself only knew what awaited me at the office tomorrow.
But I didn’t move. Didn’t want to move.
And that scared the shit out of me.I ended up taking off, but I left a note.
Damn. I’d never left a woman a note before in my life. But I had already asked her to dinner the next night, so I figured a note was appropriate. I kept it simple.
Had a great time. I’ll pick you up tomorrow at seven for dinner.
Rock
Perfect. No one could read anything into that, right?
Back to the hotel for me. My father’s Manhattan penthouse was still a crime scene. Who knew when I’d be able to move in? After grabbing a cab, I took the elevator up to my suite, my soiled shirt in hand. I didn’t actually expect Lacey to have it dry-cleaned. I’d kind of had the wine in the face thing coming.
Why had I been such a dick?
I huffed to myself as I inserted the key card to open the door to my suite.
I knew damned well why, and I didn’t want to even think it. Still, it bubbled to the surface of my mind despite my desire to block it out.
I was feeling something for this woman. Something I’d never felt. Something I’d been pretty sure I’d never feel in this lifetime.
And I wasn’t ready for it, especially not now with all these new responsibilities facing me.
I inhaled. I could still smell her—her coconutty hair, her citrusy fragrance, her musky arousal—as if she’d imprinted on me. Was her scent all over me? Or was it just in my memory?
Most likely a little of both.
I needed to watch myself. This woman could have me by the balls so easily, and I couldn’t let that happen. I could cancel dinner tomorrow. I quickly looked at my watch. Correction…tonight. It was after midnight. I should cancel dinner.
