Page 31 of The Sailor

Marit brought both hands up to his chest and pinched his nipples . . . hard.

That seemed to do the trick. He pushed all the way into her in one fast, brutal thrust.

“Yes . . . like that,” Marit encouraged.

“I wanted to go slow,” Zach complained under his breath, as he began to pump in and out of her body.

Marit was done talking. All she could do was feel. She’d never taken a man as big as Zach, and she was shocked by how much size actually did matter. Her nerve endings were tingling, and she felt him from her toes to the top of her head.

He filled her up so completely, and she couldn’t think of anything but him. She stared up at him in awe as he rocked his hips faster and faster. At one point, she had to lift her arms and brace herself against the headboard so he didn’t push her any farther up the mattress.

Constant moans were coming from her lips now, and she wasn’t even self-conscious about it. Every time he pulled out and pushed back in, it stretched the skin around her clit, and when he bottomed out inside her, his pelvis rubbed her just right.

She’d never, not once, come while being fucked . . . but there was a first time for everything.

Before she could warn him, Marit felt herself coming. Her thighs shook, her belly clenched, and every muscle in her body stiffened. And that made her passage tighter, making Zach’s cock feel even bigger. Resulting in her climax going on and on and on.

She was still in the middle of her orgasm when Zach shoved himself one more time as far as he could get inside her body, pulling one of her legs up onto his hip, and groaned as he came, as well.

Marit felt as if she’d been turned inside out. She’d never come so hard or so long in her life. Her inner muscles were still twitching around Zach’s cock. He made no move to pull out. Nor did he collapse on top of her, for which she was thankful. Instead, he turned onto his back, taking her with him.

Her cheek rested on his chest as she attempted to control her breathing, to recover her equilibrium.

“That was . . .” She literally had no words.

“Yeah,” Zach agreed, panting.

She smiled against him. Happy they were on the same wavelength. If he’d wanted to have some long conversation about how great the sex was, she would’ve been disappointed. Instead, he seemed content to bask in the moment, same as Marit. To enjoy the feeling of fulfillment that coursed through her blood.

All of a sudden, she was exhausted, as if she hadn’t taken a three-hour nap earlier. So much so, she could barely keep her eyes open.

She needed to stay awake. Figure out how to say goodbye, then get back to her apartment. She and Zach had had sex—really, really good sex—but that wasn’t an invitation to spend the night.

She’d rest here for a second, then get up so he could take care of the condom. Then she’d get dressed, thank him for an amazing evening, and head home.

Yeah, that’s what she’d do. In just a moment.