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Sarah moans and thrusts up with her hips, the tone of her voice taking on a pleading edge.
When I’m ready, I go to her clit and start slow, letting it build up, listening to her body, her movements, and her voice.
That magic hiss of breath and the pitch change in her moan is joined by the upward thrust of her hips, her cunt pushing into me and I know I have it. That sweetest little spot, the moves that make her crazy. And she wants me to pick up the pace. I don’t. I keep it the same, each beat of my tongue and fingers, each suck of my mouth, until she’s almost yelling.
“Yes. Leland. God, yes. There, there. Oh, don’t stop.”
She takes on a whimper as her juices really flow, and I promise myself I’m going to make time one day to spend hours down here, touching, teasing, but for now, she’s so close that I let her come, and as she screams and starts to convulse I rise over her and enter her.
I ride the wave with her, and each thrust builds it. The spasms of her cunt practically milk me, and soon, I’m coming too.
And after that, we lay there, wrapped in each other.
“Leland.”
“We’re not done, Sarah.”
“Tonight then.”
“We’re not done.”
And I wonder if we ever will be.
I stay the night, but she’s dressed when I wake. It’s a feat she’s up before me because I’m usually up by dawn when I go for a run before the day really begins.
She’s smoothing out her shirt when she looks at me, like she knows that my eyes are open.
“Morning.”
“This—”
“Sarah,” I say, “I’m not letting you go on about how this isn’t happening again. Not unless you can look me in the eye and say it and mean it.”
For a moment I think she’ll go there, but she looks at me, swallows and then looks away. “It’s not smart. I’m not looking for anything.”
“Neither am I. Didn’t I say I want to see how this goes, for how long it might be? Nothing more. No rings, no promises, no forever in a bow. The one thing I’ll give is what we did last night and maybe us getting to know each other better. It’ll be just you and no one else.”
“That sounds like commitment,” she says, cocking a brow hands on her hips.
I throw back the covers, pull on my clothes, and stalk up to her. “If you have a pile of men you’re boning, I want names. Addresses. Numbers.”
“I never thought you were the jealous type.”
“Yeah? Seems we both learn something new every day.” I stop, smoothing a hand over her hair. “Sarah, I might be a player because I’m single, but if I’m ever fucking the same woman, I only fuck her. I don’t go and fuck others, okay?”
“I’m not. . . not used to this. To a man, not really. I’ve been concentrating on my career.” She drops her head and shakes it.
Pulling her against my front, I wrap an arm around her waist, grip her chin with the other, and lift her face back up. I kiss her slow and sweet like but keep it short and step away. “We’re good?”
She nods, and that’s all I’m going to get.
“I have to go. Work.”
“Right back at you.” She bites her lip. “Try not to be seen?”
“I don’t care who knows.”
“I do. I work here. I’m new I’m . . .”
