I gripped my cock, squeezing the tip before pumping it a few times. When I groaned, her eyes flew to mine, a challenge behind her caramel gaze.
She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, and the pressure built as I continued to stroke myself. All while watching her. She was magnificent—confident, completely in control, and working herself to a frenzy.
Unable to resist, I leaned over and kissed her, using my free hand to play with her breasts. That did it, and she cried out, rubbing herself frantically until she fell back on the bed.
I pumped myself faster, harder, calling out as I shot ropes of come onto her stomach. Until finally, I was spent.
I collapsed on the bed next to her. “Holy shit,” I whispered, still trying to catch my breath.
I felt the mattress shift, and then my boxers landed on my stomach. “That was fun.”
She cleaned herself off then tucked her shirt into her skirt. I pushed myself up on my elbow and grinned, still enjoying the aftereffects of my orgasm.
“Don’t you want to stay for another round?”
“Maybe next time.” She winked, turning for the door.
I flopped back against the bed, wondering what it was about this woman that turned me inside out. She was gorgeous, sure. Smart, talented, savvy. But it was more than that. She was confident, bold, fearless. I’d met other women with those qualities, but I’d never encountered anyone quite like her.
I loved the push and pull. I loved the amazing sex. But I also enjoyed spending time with her.
Tonight proved what I’d already suspected—the mind-altering sex wasn’t a fluke. And it only made me want her even more. And while that shouldn’t have surprised me, it did.
