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His tongue came out and licked her once. Then twice. She squealed a little and pushed his head right to where she wanted it.
He wasn’t going to deny her and she couldn’t be more thrilled over it.
One of his large fingers found her opening and slid in, moving in and out, while his tongue continued to taste her like she was the best piece of meat on the table for him.
He was working her up so much and it’d been so long that the orgasm slammed into her out of nowhere, had her screeching out with her nails leaving marks on his back.
Her hips were moving up faster and trying to get as close to him as possible while wave after wave of pleasure went through her body.
When she thought there was no way to have another pulse come out of her, he got up, the heat of his body gone, the cool draft in the room taking over.
But he wasn’t gone long. He had a condom on and was back on top of her, his knee nudging her legs apart, his dick finding her opening and sliding right in.
She wasn’t sure how it was possible her body was working its way up again, but there it was, building for another release and she started to meet and retreat with the same action as he was.
His bed was squeaking and she didn’t care. It’s not like it was hitting the wall or anything, but they were making a lot of noise in here.
His hands slid under her ass, lifted her up higher and he just started to pound into her like he was a man on a mission and it was to get her to scream as loud as she could.
Which she started to do as another orgasm hit her.
He covered her mouth with his as he kept going at it until he let out a loud groan and just stopped moving. Like dead weight on her body.
He was heavy and she was finding it hard to breathe, then nudged him a bit and he moved over. More like flopped.
“Damn,” he said. “That was one hell of a workout.”
“Are you saying I’m a lot of work?” she asked, frowning.
“If you are, it’s worth it. I just meant that my heart is pounding more than when I was chasing that mugger down on a full sprint.”
She laughed. “Well then. Good. Totally worth it for me.”
“And I’m glad I don’t have neighbors all around me. You are loud.”
She felt the heat fill her face. “Not sure I’ve been that loud before.”
“Good for me then,” he said. “But maybe not so much for Fred. How do you think he would have reacted to hearing that?”
“I don’t know who he might have felt he would have to save. Me or you. That poses a problem. I hope if he smells your shirt and you on me when I get home, things will be a little easier going forward.”
“We can try for tomorrow night if you don’t have plans?”
“Only with you if you want to try to stay the night and give me a bit more of this?”
“Shit yeah,” he said, then rolled and kissed her quickly. “Now, let’s get you that shirt and the doggie bags from dinner and see if Fred will behave tomorrow.”
She was walking in her door forty minutes later with two T-shirts of Sawyer’s. One he’d worn today and one clean. He’d balked over the dirty one, but she didn’t care. She needed to try everything she could with Fred because she wasn’t going to give up more time with Sawyer.
“I’ve got food for you,” she said to Fred, holding the bag up.
Fred barked once and then followed her to the kitchen. She’d met Sawyer out for dinner tonight rather than coming here and getting Fred worked up.
She fixed his bowl and cut up the steak and gave it to him. While Fred was eating she took the two shirts out. The clean one she brought upstairs and put on the extra pillow on her bed. The one that had been worn today under his shirt—which was only a few hours so she didn’t understand the big deal—she put on the couch.
When Fred was done eating and went outside to do his business, she was on the couch and he came trotting in.
Her dog was drawn right to the shirt, picked it up in his mouth and she snapped a few pictures. Then Fred lay down in his spot on the couch, his head on the shirt. She sent that last picture to Sawyer and got a smiley face in return.
