Page 11

“I have a little exploring of my own to do, but I’m going to need to hear you too. Stand up.” I’ve never been this assertive, but this incredibly loquacious man keeps giving me directions. Why not return some. I flip over and balance on one arm as he stands at the edge of the bed. I go to all fours as he stands hard and long, but not wide. His penis looks like him. It’s as tall as he is and just a tiny bit crooked. I lick and tease it. Pre-cum bubbles up, and I lick that too. He groans. I take all of him into my mouth. He’s moaning. “Tess. Fuck.” He arches his back, and I take him in further.

He leans over me moving my thong to the side and tracing the path left by his tongue with his fingers. I don’t think I can keep doing this. The faster I suck, the more he thrusts into my mouth. It’s fucking amazing because with each thrust, his fingers work faster. I pull back breathless.

He looks down at me. “Holy fuck. You’re amazing.”

I smile at him and bat my eyelashes.

“And that ass,” he says.

I turn around and crawl up the bed, looking back at him. “This one?”

“That’s the one.” He reaches up and finally removes my dripping thong, tossing it after a quick swat of my ass. I watch him walk to the bathroom, and he’s back in a flash with a condom in hand.

“Disease-free?” He cocks his head with the question.

“Yes, but fertile.”

“Huh?”

“We’re in the zone of ovulation. I’m always on the road and forget to take the pill. IUD needs refitting, and I haven’t had time.” He walks back to the bathroom and reappears with another condom.

“Then, we’ll use two.” I laugh, and he stands before me, kissing me. His dick is so hard and oddly beautiful. Somehow the coloring is different than all others I’ve seen. It’s even and almost like it has a sexy tan. I stroke him to get him super hard again. I open the condom with my teeth and roll it down, delicately with my fingers.

He grabs my hair and yanks my head back, lifting my face to his. “And I thought the way you drank bourbon was sexy.” Then he nips at my neck and whispers in my ear, “Scoot your hot ass back.” He’s on top of me, kissing my breasts again. I’m holding his head and guiding it between the two, so neither nipple gets jealous of the other. We’re face to face, and I reach down to easily guide him inside of me.

“Uh. Oh, my God.” We stare at each other as we adapt to each other. He feels so large inside of me. He moves slowly inside. It’s intense and satisfying. He’s deep but not hurting me. “You ok?”

“Yessss. Yes. Yes. I’m so good. You’re so good. Fuck, this is good.” And with that, our conversation becomes a series of grunts and moans. No fancy positions or reversals, just straight up insanely pleasurable missionary sex. Every time I think we’re almost done, we recommit. I like our stamina. I like our eye contact. We kiss intermittently until the breathing gets ragged. I lock my legs behind him for a better angle for all. Then I rock my hips.

He approves. “FUCK! Holy shit, you doing those things. So good. Yes.”

He taps my leg, and I unlock it. He pulls me to the end of the bed and stands. He balances my leg on his shoulder and plows back into me. So good. And then he finds the perfect rhythm and spot for me. “There. Right there. Oh, God. Yes. There.”

“I can’t hold it,” he blurts out.

“Don’t wait. Go ahead. Do it. Do it now. And open your eyes. Look at me.” I tell him this knowing my little secret. I’m not one of those girls who are afraid to enjoy it or one of those whose orgasms are elusive. I’m kind of dialed in every time, and especially as a man is about to blow, I can find my own moment.

“I want you to—”

“I can. I will. Just go. Fuck me harder.” And he does and reaches down to give my incredibly sensitive clit a swipe. He speeds up, and both of us release within a minute of each other, not sure who triggered whom as I was off in my own head. But he thrusts until I quake, contracting around him. We both groan as we ride out the end of our orgasms and collect our breath.

He throws the condom away, rinses off, and returns with a towel for me. We’ve said nothing, and he lies down next to me. I put my hand on his face.

“Now, I’m freezing.”

6

Alex

I leap on top of her to be a blanket. I want to warm her up, keep her protected. Whoa. Shut up, Alex. You don’t even protect your floors from your furniture with those annoying little felt circles. Nope.

She sighs. “I don’t know what to do with you.” I’m outlining her lips with my fingernail. I don’t want this to be a one-night stand, but we don’t live near each other. And I don’t have time for a relationship. Certainly not a long-distance one. I’m too busy. I don’t know what to do, so I joke.

“We just did it. I’m good.” She laughs, and I tell her the truth. “I don’t think I’ve ever been busier in my life. And then you made me present. I’m always thinking about what’s next. That’s why I knew what you were feeling.”

She exhales, and even her breath is sexy. “I’m on the road until almost Christmas.”

I don’t want to dismiss the idea of us.