Sam exploded, a hot wire drawn from the top of his head that ran straight down his spine and through his dick blew in one pounding, electric second. The top of his head threatened to blow off and his toes dug into the mattress so he could be as deep in her as was humanly possible. He clenched his teeth against a shout, it was so intense.
He came in waves, shuddering and spurting in enormous jets, flooding her with his sperm, collapsing onto her. He was heavy, he knew that, but there was no strength in his arms while coming, everything was concentrated on his dick.
It wiped him out. He lay sprawled on her, breathing hard, waiting for the spots behind his eyelids to dissipate, thinking of absolutely nothing, only feeling. Until consciousness slowly returned.
Shit, she hadn’t…
Yes, there it was!
She was coming! Sharp little contractions around his dick, breath puffing in his ear, thank you God, because he hadn’t done anything to deserve this.
He held himself deep inside her while she writhed around him. It was almost better than coming himself, feeling her pleasure. He’d learned to prolong her climax by rocking slightly inside her while she came and he did so now, small little movements with his hips, barely perceptible, but man, she liked that.
Sam smiled into her hair. He didn’t need to look to see her expression, it was imprinted on his brain. On his death-bed, he’d see her face, eyes closed tight with pleasure, long neck arched, luscious mouth open to pull in more air.
The contractions slowed and he stopped his movements. She liked quiet at exactly this moment as she slowly came back into herself.
He loved that. He loved that he knew her so well, knew her body, knew what she was feeling. Nicole never dissimulated, never tried any female games on him. Everything about her was utterly genuine, including her pleasure.
The pleasurehegave her.
Oh man, this was the best.
Her little sex was still now, soft and wet, and her arms relaxed around him. She gave a long sigh of contentment.
Sam nuzzled her temple with his nose, her hair soft in his face. It always gave him a shock to feel how warm her hair was. It was so midnight black, he always expected it to be cool, but her hair, like the rest of her, was warm and soft.
Oh yeah, his woman.
He took the lobe of her ear in his mouth and bit, gently. His dick hardened in her, expanding within her soft wet walls. He licked behind her ear, hips moving forward to go more deeply into her.
“Sam?”
Another nuzzle in the warm, fragrant waves of her hair.
“Mm?”
“Sam—sorry. I think I have to check my e-mail. I haven’t checked it in two days, I can’t simply close up shop. Can you hold that thought?”
She pushed gently at his shoulders and, stifling a sigh, he reluctantly withdrew from her warm clasp. The air felt cold and unwelcoming against the wet skin of his dick. If it had been a person, it would have grumbled. It was not happy outside Nicole.
He smiled down at her, though. Even being near Nicole was better than fucking anyone else. She smiled back, cupping his jaw in a gesture of affection that was becoming familiar.
“When you’re all caught up, could you translate something for me?” he asked. “There’s this bank in Tijuana that wants to upgrade their security. Drug gangs have robbed them fifteen times in the past year, so they’re looking further afield than the local police. They put in a request for a bid but all the technical information is in Spanish.”
She raised herself up on her elbows and kissed his jaw. “Of course. Be glad to. I’ll even give you a special lover’s discount.”
Sam froze. An opening. An opening he could drive a truck through.
His heart started thudding, a frantic tattoo of hope and panic. He’d thought to wait. A month, maybe two. Let her get over the past couple of days, settle down. He had every intention of being by her side as much as possible, of course. Get her used to being with him.
He knew perfectly well he wasn’t the kind of man she ordinarily dated. On the face of it, they were a mismatch.
He was a roughneck, more a beer kind of guy than a champagne one. Nicole was champagne, the finest.
Being with him wasn’t going to get her an entrée into high society, though arguably, as an ambassador’s daughter, she had that covered on her own.
What he could give her didn’t look like much on paper, but was very real, though. Fidelity, devotion, unwavering support. And, presumably, at some time in the future, a normal sex life where he didn’t jump her bones at the slightest opportunity. He knew that was in his future, he just didn’t know when.
