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I slipped deeper as my hands grasped her waist and pulled her back into me. All the way until my pelvis was pressed flat against her ass and I was so hard inside her that I couldn’t see straight. I throbbed inside her, and her body squeezed in reply. I pulled her off the couch, arching her like a bow and drawing my hips back slowly –
Only so I could slam into her, deep and hard. She grunted and arched backwards in response and as my tempo picked up, my grasp on her arm tightened. I pounded into her, our bodies slapping together with a frantic, harsh rhythm. Her whimpers of enjoyment swelled and grew more frantic. My mind focused on a single need, the desperate release of tension.
“I’m coming.” She gasped and I encouraged her by pounding faster till she dissolved in a loud hoarse cry. I came after, sensations blasting up my spine and rippling across my skin, leaving me weak. I released her and we collapsed forward rolling her over so that she fell on my heaving chest. Her rasping breath filled my ears stopping only for a moment to say.
“That was incredible. I’ve never felt that way before during sex.”
I nibbled on her lower ears teasingly my cock recovering faster than I ever thought possible. “There’s more where that came from.”
CHAPTER 13
SOPHIE
Raymond’s comment filled me with a rush of pleasure. I wondered how one man had the ability to wind me up and give me pleasure at the same time. “Oh yes, please.” I responded shamelessly as my body tingled with anticipation.
He gave a half laugh as he pulled up his shorts, flaunting his midriff, and I watched him disappear through the doorway to the bathroom. He wasn’t gone long and as the brief image of him ramming up against me earlier crossed my mind warming up my cheeks, he re-emerged –
Stark naked.
Sweet Jesus. The man was gloriously built. My spit dried up in my mouth as I stared at his firm abs, this strong thighs and cock which looked impossibly big. My thoughts drained from my brain as he strolled across the room coming to the couch, and helped me stand on my wobbly legs. I turned clumsily to face him, not sure what to expect. Was this going to be awkward? He was an expert in these things, I did well by following his prompting.
His expression was soft and full of longing. As he kissed me, his hands smoothed over my curves, moving toward my back, almost as if he was searching for something. He laid his hands on the curve of my neck slowly working it gently, back and forth. It was a soothing feeling and my shoulders shuddered with pleasure. I hadn’t expected seduction after sex. It seemed unnecessary, but – oh God- it felt so incredibly necessary right now. His feather light kisses moving over my bare body was worship.
He didn’t linger there though. He bent to his knees following the trail of kisses down to my navel and lower region. On his knees in front of me, Raymond worked his gaze up the length of my body, and I went from being worshipped to savoured. The air around us was thick. Heavy with an invisible fog that was stuck in my lungs. His stare was intense and amazing.
He slid it in me again and we made gentle, delicate, love. It was as if we were strengthening the bond with a tender,I care about you preciously,vibe.
I didn’t move until he rose to his feet and opened his arms, inviting me to step into them. I melted against him, greedy for his touch. “Put on your dress.” He ordered, his voice low and insistent. I looked up at him in confusion.
“When you are fully dressed, I want you to walk out and enter the limo without a word. I will join you shortly.”
“Why?” I whispered.
“I’ve had always had the craziest fantasy of making love to you in my bedroom. So far, we’ve had sex every other place but there. Can you do this for me?”
My eyes warmed at his words. Of course I would. I was tight and edgy as I slipped into my gown and walked out of the house to wait for him in the limo as he instructed. The chauffeur sprang to attention on seeing me and opened the car for me to go in. I hardly acknowledged his presence. It felt like I was a tightly wound clock, every loud tick reverberating through my body. The wait was both uncomfortable and pleasurable. My mind ran through different fantasies. Would he allow me to role play for him? Could I be the young hapless hooker for him?
The damp, aching throb between my legs was persistent. I was annoyed he’d left me right on the edge. I could keep going all day, but also liked it… a little. We both knew he could get me there, so when he’d made the decision not to keep going and going, it was a way for him to flex his power. The more he did that, the more I grew enraptured by him.
A blur of white moving in the distance towards the car caught my attention. It was his shirt. I felt feverish when he slipped into the driver’s seat and stabbed a finger on the button to start the car’s engine steering it expertly out of the driveway.
“Don’t look so shocked, “He said with a chuckle looking at my expression. “I drive most of my cars.” His eyes glowed as he stared at me and I licked my now dry lips. While the car roared to life, his gaze raked over me, and I melted against the seat. I suspected he must have dismissed the chauffeur to give us some privacy, I smiled at the thought.
“Drive fast,” I whispered.
We didn’t talk much on the short drive to his house, and the atmosphere was taut with sex. I laced my fingers together and tucked my hands under my knee to keep myself from touching him. I didn’t want to distract or slow him down. My heart clogged my throat as he rolled up the driveway and the garage door rolled slowly up and Raymond steered the car inside. His bedroom was only two doors away, and I clawed at my seatbelt, unfastening it in a hurry.
“Race you to the bedroom,” I threw down teasingly as I made a beeline for the door, his low growl egging me on. I ran through the spacious living room and stood in front of his bedroom door. I wanted my face to be the first he saw when he walked in, so I pushed the door open, my fingers tingling in anticipation and my clit throbbing as a sense of excitement wrapped around me.
In a shocking twist of horror, I stumbled halfway through my prancing as I set my eyes on a woman in Raymond’s bedroom. Shock froze my tongue and dread stole up my neck and spread its tentacles around my heart in a chokehold.
“Who are you?” I finally found my voice. She looked achingly familiar, and I wondered where I’d seen her from.
Raymond opened the door and judging by the shock that made him go immobile, I sensed that he knew her very well. It felt like a huge dose of cold water had been poured down my body.
“Who is she?” I directed at Raymond, hoping against hope that this was all some big mistake and we would laugh over it soon.
He avoided my eyes, guilt written all over him. I almost choked on the rising bile in my chest. Again, I’ve been a fool for him.
