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Stevie’s strangled cry makes my dick ache, and then her hands are on my head, pulling me harder to her. She rotates her hips, shows me what she wants, and it’s fucking on.
I give it to her with a long lick up her center that elicits a sob of pleasure. Then I give her everything—my teeth, my lips, my fingers. I circle, flutter, and thrust against her clit while pressing a thumb deep inside her, and Jesus fuck… in seconds, she’s unraveling. An orgasm hits her hard, and while she’s still trembling in the throes of her release, I surge up her body.
And slam into her so powerfully, the bed rocks.
“You okay?” I think to ask, my voice strangled with lust.
Stevie nods, gyrates her hips, and slaps her hands to my ass. “I’m good. Fuck me now.”
I do as she asks, thrusting hard and fast. But I do it with my mouth on hers so she can taste her orgasm. Her tongue slides and tangles with mine, but my mind is completely focused on how damn tight and wet she is.
I’ve had a lot of great sex in my life, but there’s something incomparable about Stevie. She’s as beautiful and sexy as any other woman I’ve been with but infinitely more attractive because of her mind and her heart. Definitely more unique and interesting than most people I know.
But what makes me want to pop off inside her right now is that feelings are already involved. A few magical dinners, long conversations about our personal lives—opening up deep wells of pain due to death and abandonment—add in some insane sexual chemistry, and yeah… this is the type of sex that will become addictive, and I’m here for it.
I bottom out in her body, grind my hips hard, and then go still so I can watch her face. Her eyes are closed, face flushed.
Her lids flutter and her gaze locks on mine. I wish I could take a picture of her right now… memorize that look of desire, joy, and tenderness as she stares at me.
It tells me this moment is as special for her as it is for me.
I pull out, almost all the way free before pressing in slowly. I watch the play of emotions across her face that continue to tell me a story.
Stevie’s hand comes to palm my cheek. “You feel so good.”
Christ, that would be an understatement if I voiced the return sentiment. Instead, I turn my face into her hand and press a kiss there before taking it in my own. I push our hands between our bodies, force her fingertips onto her clit, and smile at her. “Want you to come again. With me, okay?”
She nods, determination in her eyes.
Dropping to my elbows, I kiss Stevie as I move within her. Not hard, but a steady pumping of my hips against hers as my tongue fucks her mouth. I can feel her hand moving between our bodies, bringing herself more pleasure along with what I’m giving her.
Stevie’s hips move more insistently against mine, and she moans into my mouth. My own chest heaves with exertion as I try not to come until she’s with me.
It has to be with me.
That’s what this intense, emotional connection demands.
Stevie tears her mouth from mine and gasps, “I’m going to come, Hendrix. Tell me you’re close.”
I thrust faster. “I’m with you,” I say through gritted teeth. “Let yourself fly, baby.”
Her legs wrap around my waist, her fingers move fast between us, and then she’s bucking wildly as she cries out, “Oh… damn, Hendrix. So good… So good.”
Her words set me off as much as the feel of her orgasm rippling around my cock. My own release turns nuclear in its destruction of my senses. I slam into Stevie’s body, wrap my arms around her, and bury my face in her neck. I come with a ferocity I’ve not felt before, and it’s terrifying and beautiful all at the same time.
I’m starved for air, gasping as my hips buck against hers. “Stevie,” I groan hoarsely. “Goddamn. Please don’t ever let this stop.”
“It won’t,” she vows. Her fingers dive into my hair, and she gyrates her continued ecstasy against me.
It seems to take forever for the pulses of pleasure to quiet. I collapse onto her body, holding a good deal of my weight off her but not sure how much longer I can do it. I’m utterly depleted.
Stevie lets out a long sigh, and I lift up to look down at her. Her smile is gentle as she presses her palms to my chest. “I can’t believe I just met you a week ago. How am I in your bed having just had back-to-back orgasms that might have broken me?”
“Because you’re a loose hussy?” I ask with a grin.
She grins back, and there… that right there. That we can joke like that and she knows I’m teasing. “Okay, Grandpa… pretty sure the term hussy went out in the forties.”
