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“Are you going to fuck me?” she asked innocently. Her hair had parted a little, and I could see one turquoise eye.
“In a minute, yeah,” I smirked back. “I just… you’re just so…”
She arched an eyebrow.
“Wow…” I breathed.
Twelve
HOLLY
It took another half-minute before Donovan moved again. I spent that time studying
his expression, enjoying the dream-like look of ecstasy on his face as he held my ass against his perfect, washboard stomach. We were lovers now. He was inside me! And through the many fantasies, all the times I’d thought about doing this with him, I never could’ve imagined it would start with a one-stroke timeout.
I guess I should be flattered.
Donovan’s hands flexed as he regained control. His fingers dug in, dimpling the supple flesh as his hands slid down to my ass. Then he began fucking me, for real this time, and I felt a wave of goosebumps spread over my entire body.
Ohhhhh…
Two strokes turned into three, then three dozen. We were screwing, now. Actually doing it. Our relationship up until this point had been friendly but professional. But now… now there was no going back.
Thank God!
I wanted to bury my face in the couch. Just squint my eyes shut and enjoy the raw feel of being so filled by him. Instead, I kept glancing back over my shoulder. I needed the visual — needed to see every ripple of his flawless stomach, every quiver and flex of muscle as he continued pounding himself into me, again and again.
“Fuck!”
Cursing wasn’t something I did often. In my conservative Texan upbringing, I’d always been chastised for it. But right here, right now, anything went. I was thousands of miles from home, surrounded by millions of people… screaming anything I fucking wanted while being drilled by the most perfect specimen of a man I’d ever allowed inside me.
God… just look at him!
His body was beyond amazing with his shirt off. Even more incredible as it moved behind me, pumping me like a machine. I could only imagine the discipline it took for him to maintain such a physique. And here I was, benefiting from all his hard work. Stretching my arms high overhead on the couch so I could shove back against him, taking every last inch of him inside my body.
“Oh my God…”
My trainer’s hands slid up my body. They’d touched me before of course, but never like this. He pushed up my bra, exposing my nipples. Two firm hands closed over my swaying breasts as he continued laying into me…
Donovan’s gaze traveled everywhere, like he was taking some kind of inventory of his own. Probably taking mental pictures, for his own gratification. Either that, I laughed to myself, or he was locating problem areas that he’d have me work on, when I saw him again on Monday…
Monday…
It occurred to me that we’d crossed a line. That nothing could be the same between us after this.
“Mmmmm…”
I realized, as he rolled me over, that I didn’t care. That everything that came afterward could be handled afterward… and that right now, all that mattered was fucking him good.
I found myself sitting on the arm of the couch, facing my new lover as he guided himself back inside me. My legs spread wide for him. Our lips came together so fast our teeth clicked, and we laughed into each other’s mouths.
“To the bed?”
“Yes please,” I grinned.
Donovan lifted me up, staying inside me the whole time. I wrapped my legs around him, locking my hands behind his neck as he carried me into his bedroom.
From there, things got crazy.
