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“Get on your knees.”
She almost started to argue before sense prevailed. Why would she argue against something that would probably feel amazing? She trusted him to bring her pleasure. He’d taken her further already than she’d been in years.
Karyn kneeled and closed her eyes, envisioning how she must look. Nude, hands slapped against the glass. Though she’d eagerly abandoned most rational thought, she couldn’t help imagining what elderly Mr. Nelson next door would think if he made the mistake of looking at her house at the wrong moment. But why would Mr. Nelson—or anyone else—be up at almost one a.m.?
When Jeff kneeled on the window seat too, she forgot all about her neighbors. He’d somehow managed to fit behind her and now his thighs cupped hers, his rough hair scraping her sensitive skin. They were plastered together, sharing the same insufficient air. The same seductive scents of their mutual arousal. With their bodies flush, his cock seemed weightier against her back. More likely to give her those screaming orgasms he’d promised.
Without hesitation, he nudged his cock between her legs, sliding through her abundant wetness. Making more from just the movement alone. She glanced up, catching his reflection in the glass as he tore the foil packet with his teeth. Teeth that had already done such wonderful things to her body.
He sheathed himself, cursing as his fingers fumbled, and then finally the crown of his erection poised at her entrance, barely slipping inside. Whether he meant to taunt her or give her time to adjust, she didn’t know.
She sliced her fingernails into her palms. Relax. Relax. She chanted the mantra in her head, grateful the words didn’t fall from her lips for once.
He inched in, slid out. Pumped deeper, pulled away. Just as her frustration swelled to a fuckingly epic level, he hauled her hips up, dragging her higher before he sank all the way in, filling her so completely she gasped.
Her flesh stretched, unaccustomed to a man after so long. Each thrust stirred her unspeakably. More than just her pussy linked with him when he slid into her. A little part of her heart did as well.
Stupid. It was just fucking. But she liked the giddy, reckless feeling that came with tumbling for a man again. Wise, unwise, she didn’t care.
In one fell swoop, wham, her recent memories of dismal sex vanished, replaced by this shining experience. He hadn’t even really done much yet but she knew he’d give her what he’d promised.
Poor guy. She almost felt sorry for him that he would be forever known—in her head at least—as the man who’d helped give her back her dormant sexuality. Who wanted that kind of burden?
He changed the angle and his groan tore through the room, echoing in her head. Mixing with her whimpers and then drowning them out completely.
“You like it fast?” he questioned, delving deeper when she’d been sure he’d reached the end of the line.
How did she like it? Any way he could give it to her, probably.
“Yes,” she whispered, raising her ass as he started to pound into her. “Yes,” she said again, stretching the word out until it had about twelve syllables.
“Oh yeah.” He grunted and jerked her up and down his cock, his plunges accompanied by the most erotically dirty squishing sounds she’d ever heard.
That was her. All her. Her pussy was that wet, that tight. That completely capable of driving a man crazy. This man at least.
His harsh pants blew the damp hair off her neck every time they joined and separated. Her inner walls squeezed him, holding him motionless for increasingly longer moments. It felt so damn good, and God, she wanted to come. Wanted him to come just as much.
Her fists rapped on the glass as he gave up all pretense of civility and ripped into her harder than she’d ever been taken before. Her orgasm swelled—her breasts aching with it, her clit throbbing. Her nerve endings sizzled and snapped like shorted fuses. She bit her lip but a moan escaped her anyway while she fought to match his strokes. As she met them and urged him for more.
He reached around her and rubbed her clit, his fingers slipping down to hold him inside her pussy for a heartrending moment. She looked down, transfixed by the sight of him inside her, of his fingers holding him there. And then he moved again, fingers moving too, and she shattered.
Karyn whimpered, helpless to stop it. Her eyes closed against the whorl of light that exploded in her head. Before she’d recovered, he pressed her shoulders against the cold glass, her sensitive nipples grinding into the frosty pane as he thrust one last time and erupted inside the condom. He rode out the climax, his body jerking, her name tumbling from his lips. “Karyn.”
Eyes still closed, she smiled.
For a while, neither moved. Maybe he’d somehow dropped into unconsciousness while slumped against her in what had to be a most uncomfortable position. Stranger things had happened.
She opened one eyelid and caught him grinning at her in the glass.
“You almost screamed.”
“So did you.” She didn’t sound defensive. Hell no. She couldn’t have been more triumphant if she tried. “You’re still shaking.”
“Is there a scorecard?”
She moaned as he slid out of her, rubbing all those freshly stimulated nerves, and his smile stretched in the glass.
“If so, that moan just lost you a point,” he added, his tone smug.
