Page 62 of Never Till Now

Her tongue darts out to lick her lips as she pushes to her knees. Her arms wrap around my neck and I capture her lips in mine. A soft moan fills my mouth, testing my restraint as the video she sent flashes through my mind. I’m desperate to savor this moment, but at the same time, my hands grab the back of her knees as I lay her down.

My cock slides between her legs and I feel her slick slit through my boxers. It’s a huge ego stroke to know how much I affect this woman. I bury my face in her neck, breathing in her sweet scent as her hands grip my hair. Snaking my hand underneath the lace, I cup her breast and pinch her hardened nipple. Her breath hitches and her hips buck up.

“I need you inside me,” she pants. “Now.”

“What if I want to savor you?” I taunt. My hand rests on the side of her face and my thumb traces her plump bottom lip.

“Savor me in round two.” She arches her back to shimmy out of her panties.

I reach for the condom already on hand by her nightstand and slip it on. “You sure you don’t want foreplay?” I line myself up at her entrance. “Your video plays in my mind rent-free.”

“I’m about to explode with just your scent.” Her heels dig into my ass. “It’s pathetic how bad I need your dick right now.”

I enter her in one move. Her wet center easily accepts me, so I keep a hard, constant rhythm. I pull one of her legs over my shoulder, lifting her back off the bed. I’m hitting the right spot by the look on her face. Her mouth hangs open and her eyes are wide. Her chest heaves for air and I notice a small vibrator from last night’s video by her light. I reach for it, holding eye contact and place it between her folds, directly against her clit. Her hips move to angle the exact position needed as I continue to pound deep. Her arms rest above her head, taking as much pleasure as she can. In seconds, she tightens around me as I pull out and hold the vibrator against her clit. When a stream of fluid gushes out, I push back in and finish with a grin.

“That was fucking hot.” I pull out as she looks at me in disbelief.

“I’ve never squirted before.”

“Glad to be of service.” I lie beside her to catch my breath. “I missed your body the past few days, and maybe even you.”

“I may have missed you bringing me ice cream.” She nudges me. “And orgasms. How was Aspen?”

“Full of mountains, paperwork and lack of a pretty girl.” I wink, kissing the top of her head. “How were your shifts?”

“I worked as much as I could to try and rid you from my mind.” She shakes her head. “What has your body done to me?”

“Likewise.” I notice a large binder on the floor covered with sticky notes. “Homework?”

“No. It’s something I’ve been working on for years.” She gets out of bed. “You’ll find out one day. This binder is why I sold my car and the real reason I work so much.”

I hide my suspicion with a brief nod and give her the benefit of the doubt. She wouldn’t use me for whatever is inside that binder, right?

It didn’t take much convincing this time around for Lauren to agree to spend a couple of nights with me. I even offered to steer clear of her if she needed time alone to just enjoy the quiet outside of the city.

A chill follows us through the door stealing the coziness from inside. The rustle of trees is the only sound for miles. We both sigh after our busy week as I set our bags down.

“I’ll start the woodstove and we can cook steaks on top later.” I head farther into the cabin. “You can choose whatever room you want, or we can share.” A shudder courses through me as I push a past memory away. “Just please don’t choose the main master bedroom at the end of the hall. I learned the importance of knocking the hard way as a teenager.”

“Did you assume parents stop having sex once their kids are born?” Her laugh fills the cabin.

“I wanted to pour bleach in my eyes after.”

“So, if you become a father, you’d give up sex?” Is she changing her mind about children now?

“I wouldn’t risk my kids witnessing me in action.” I keep my face straight to catch her reaction. “As soon as the woman tested positive, I’d cut my dick off.”

“Well, it’s a good thing you won’t ever have to worry about that then.” Lauren, yet again, passed another test. “I’m going to go change.”

The woodstove is crackling with warmth as Lauren walks past me in a dainty bikini. I should focus on the jiggle of her ass when she walks to the back door, but I zone in on her hand gripping a book with a shirtless guy on the cover. Kelsie had given me the rundown back in university when she’d do freelance PR for some authors. I never understood the craze of reading sex, but then again, I watched a fair amount of it online through my teen years. I never picture Lauren to be one to read those books, especially when her own bedroom life is as eventful as it is. Lauren’s hand rests on her hip as her teeth pull her bottom lip back and forth. Is she thinking about pulling one of those hip strings and giving me a tease?

“I probably should have asked before changing, but is the hot tub on the deck working?”

“That bikini is working.” I glance down at my pants.

She rolls her eyes and shakes her head, flopping her messy bun side to side. “Later. I want to relax and finish my book.”

“The hot tub should be heated, or it won’t take long to warm up.”