As long as it’s with her, I’ll have sex a hundred times a day.
I suit myself up in record time while she lays back looking epically breathtaking in the early morning light.
How am I ever going to be able to look at her in court again without picturing her like this? I’ll have a perpetual hard-on.
“Turn over. On your knees.”
Her eyes twinkle, and I think she’s about to challenge me, but, instead, she licks her lips and flips over. When she raises her luscious ass into the air toward me, I have to bite my lip to keep from saying something very ungentlemanly. That’s for the future. I can’t scare her off now with talk of backdoor encounters.
I settle behind her and press my cock between her thighs, against the wet heat of her pussy. She shudders and shimmies further back, brushing my length against her clit.
“Mmm.”
We did hot and heavy and hard last night. This morning, I want to give her long, slow, and torturously sweet.
JOSETTE
He presses the head of his cock against my core and grips my hips. Instead of shoving into me hard, he ever so slowly eases his way in—inch by glorious inch.
“Holy fuck.” In this position, he’s longer, thicker, and deeper…so much deeper. He drags out gradually and sets an unhurried pace.
The languid drag of his cock is wholly unexpected after last night’s hard and fast sessions, but damn does it feel incredible.
So fucking good.
I clutch the pillows between my forearms and press my cheek flat against the mattress, angling my ass even higher and shifting his position slightly.
“Fuck yes!” He leans an arm down next to me and lowers his chest against my back. His warm breath flutters the hair hanging around my face. Fingers brush it away from my ear, and he slowly sucks the lobe between his lips before kissing my neck and retreating.
The long, lazy thrusts start a gradual building heat that spreads out from where we’re connected. His fingers dig into my hips harder, and I know he’s hanging on to his restraint by a thin thread.
He wants to unleash, but he’s holding back to give me what he thinks I need.
But what I need is for this orgasm to come, not linger on the edges just out of reach.
“Go!”
There’s a slight stutter in his rhythm at my words, but then he groans and slams back into me with enough force to rock me forward on the bed.
Yes!
It doesn’t take long for my orgasm to wash over me like a tidal wave. I cry out and clench around his cock. Four deep, hard strokes later, he follows me over the edge.
He collapses next to me and drags me onto my side, pressing his chest to my back.
“Wow.” It’s the only word I can manage to get out.
He barks out a laugh and rolls me onto my back before pushing up on one elbow. “I concur, counselor.”
I giggle, and he catches it with his lips, sucking out any breath I have left with the passion in his kiss.
Damn.
This man has managed to work his way into my heart in a matter of days. I just hope I’m not making a tremendous mistake.
He pulls back and frowns. “What just happened?”
“What do you mean?”
