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“Just like dancing,” he repeats. Keeping his eyes on mine, he pushes his hips forward and buries himself inside me.
I groan, close my eyes, and arch my spine. “Fuck.”
“Does that feel good, baby?” His voice is husky with desire. He lifts up onto his hands and withdraws until he’s almost out, gives a couple of shallow thrusts, teasing my entrance, then plunges inside again, right to the hilt.
I reel off a string of swear words, and he chuckles and bends to kiss me. I slide my hands up his back as he starts to move with purpose.
Mmm… His muscles are nicely defined, and I follow them up his spine, then curl my fingers to dig my nails in a little and draw them back down. He grunts and lifts his head to look at me.
I sing to the music, telling him I might be crazy, while he moves inside me, still looking into my eyes. I feel dizzy from the bizarreness of it all, from the notion that I’m in the penthouse suite of some rich guy I’ve just met, whose surname I don’t even know, and who doesn’t even know my real name, and we’re having fucking fantastic sex, the best sex of my life, in fact.
When I agreed to come back to his room, I didn’t expect this. I thought he’d be inside me in seconds, thrust himself to a climax, then maybe finish me off with his fingers, if I was really lucky. I didn’t expect… lovemaking, for want of a better word.
We kiss while he moves, and my body stirs beneath his touch again. I think he really is going to deliver what he promised. Three orgasms in one night! That would be worth writing about in my diary, if I had one.
As the first flickers of pleasure begin to grow deep in my belly, he holds me tightly and rolls onto his back, bringing me with him.
I groan and sit up astride him. “I was so close.”
“I know.” He pushes my hand away when I go to touch myself. “Slow down. If I’ve only got one night with you, I want to make it last.”
I rock my hips, touched by his ability to flatter me so many times in one night. Mmm… this position is good too. He strokes down my body, then plucks at my nipples lightly, while I continue to move on top of him, driving the pace. Regardless of what he says about going slow, it’s impossible not to get aroused. I can easily come like this whether or not I’m touching myself, and I close my eyes as heat builds in my belly, my hips speeding up.
“Ah,” he says, “come on, that’s cheating.” He twists yet again so I’m under him, withdraws, then pulls my arm across me so I roll onto my front. “Up,” he instructs, delivering a moderately hard slap on my butt.
I lift onto my hands and knees, and he positions himself behind me, strokes the tip of his erection through my folds, then sinks in. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I say, dropping onto my elbows and groaning at the sensation of being filled so completely.
Singing along that he’s in love with my body, he begins to move, and this time I can’t grind against him, I can only take what he’s willing to give me. I lift a hand between my legs, but he laughs and pushes it away, and all I can do is bury my face in the pillow and let him thrust.
Ahhh… God, this is amazing, I’m hot and sweaty, tangled in the bedclothes, and aching for fulfillment. Wrapping my hair around his hand, he pulls it to lift my head up, bending briefly to kiss me. He’s heavy on top of me, and we fall forward, laughing, so I’m pinned beneath him.
“I can’t move,” I say with a groan.
“That was the plan.” He takes my hands and holds them above my head, then continues to thrust hard. Ah, no, even though he’s not touching my clit, I can feel everything clenching deep inside, the longest, slowest approach of an orgasm I think I’ve ever experienced, as if it’s coming from a mile away, happening in slow motion.
“Saxon…”
“Yeah,” he says, “all right, come for me.” Giving me pleasure leisurely, when he’s ready.
Oh fuck, he’s going to thrust me into next week, and still I can’t quite get there… Ah holy shit… I exclaim with every thrust he gives and moan out loud… Oh God, oh God, oh God… Here it comes, agonizingly slow… Ah I’ve never felt anything like it…
I squeal as it hits, not quite screaming, but not far from it, crying out, and he rides me all the way, through four pulses, five, six, seven, eight… Jesus it’s never-ending… It seems like a lifetime before I finally go limp.
But he’s not finished yet. He withdraws, pulls me onto my back, then slides inside me immediately again, and starts thrusting with purpose. The music has changed to the next Ed Sheeran song on the list—I think it’sPerfect, but my brain isn’t working properly. Saxon is literally fucking me senseless. I wrap my legs around his waist and move with him, and he groans, lifting up onto his hands.
“Is that all you’ve got?” I whisper, locking my ankles behind his back. “Come on, Saxon. You can fuck me harder than that.”
He gives me a wry look, then puts his heart and soul into it. Oh man, I really like this guy, I’m having the time of my life here tonight. He’s going at it hard, and even though I’m spent, I get something like aftershocks, little ripples of pleasure deep inside, ahhh… it’s amazing…
I look up into his eyes, catching my breath at the intensity of them, before he finally closes them, thrusts a few more times, then gives a beautiful fierce frown, and a half-groan, half-sigh as he comes. Is there anything more amazing than watching a guy come inside you? I’m so glad he asked me to go back with him. He really has made me feel like a billion dollars.
When he’s done, he opens his eyes and looks right into mine. “Jesus,” he says.
“I hope this building’s earthquake proof,” I tell him. “Because the earth just moved for me, I don’t know about you.”
He laughs and lowers down to kiss me. “Glad to hear it.”
“Three times. You’re a god.”
