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As she slides over me, she moans throatily, and I feel a mix of heat and pressure engulf me. She settles firmly on my abdomen, my full length buried inside her, and stills. I’m momentarily frozen, marveling at the beautiful body, the beautiful soul, that holds me inside her. I’ve never paused like this during sex, never stopped to savor the moment, but right now, locked in her gaze with our bodies fused together, the need to share this connection is even greater than the primal urge to move.
Lisa leans forward to kiss me, teasing her breasts across my chest, then sits up and starts to move. I feel her clench around me as she rises, gripping at my cock as it leaves her, then opening up to take me in as she slides down my shaft. As she rides me leisurely, her head falls back and she sighs, and damn if that isn’t the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Until she cups her own breasts and massages them, gently. She’s much more uninhibited than I expected, more erotic. She’s a vision, and I’m enthralled.
“I like this.” I meet her gaze.
“You like me riding you?”
“I like watching you touch yourself while you ride me.”
She smiles mischievously and moves a hand from her breast to reach behind her and between my legs. She cups me, squeezing softly as she urges us toward the brink. I watch my length disappear, slowly, into her, over and over again, until I’m ready to burst. When I can take no more, I flip her over and claim her mouth with a searing kiss, thrusting deep and hard until we shatter together.
Hovering over her, I breathe her air as our heartbeats return to normal. I take in her swollen lips, her flushed skin, and marvel at what just passed between us. Lisa had been sultry, playful, needy and giving, all in this one encounter. I’ve never experienced anything like it, and already I want more.
“That was…” she starts.
“Yeah,” I breathe. I kiss her softly and start to pull back.
“Stay,” she says.
“I just need to get rid of the condom,” I reassure her before leaving the bed and searching for the bathroom. When I return, I find her under the covers, a sated smile on her face. I slide in next to her, and she rolls into me, laying her head against my chest. As I drift off to sleep with Lisa wrapped in my arms, I realize that for the first time after being with a woman I feel…content.
Yeah, that’s probably the hottest sex I’ve ever had, and I want her again, but I also enjoy the feel of her curled around me while she sleeps. Enough so that I’m satisfied just being next to her, holding her, without having to be inside her. This is a new sensation for me, and instead of feeling strange it feels right.
Chapter 12
Lisa
The simmering ache between my legs rouses me from a deep and restful sleep. Chris and I sought each other out several times during the night, slow and sensuous, urgent and needy, uninhibited and unfiltered. How can I still want more? Of course, maybe that’s normal when each time gets better and better. The man knows how to use his hands, his mouth, his sex. Speaking of, it seems to be hard and pressing into my back. But that isn’t the reason for my growing desire. No, that comes from the hand cupped around my breast, and the finger gently sliding back and forth over my nipple.
I savor the feel of being cradled in Chris’s arms, my back to his chest, as he strokes me. I could lay here forever, suspended in the euphoria of a man’s hands waking up my body. Looking down at my breast, round and full in his hand, I sigh.
“Good morning,” he says against my neck as he trails kisses along my collar bone. He fondles my nipple with his left hand and begins stroking my hip with his right.
“Good morning.” I press against him and feel him twitch.
Chris continues his slow exploration of my body, dipping his hand between my legs. I shift slightly so he can stroke me fully, relishing the heat building there. Back and forth, gentle circles, spreading my arousal over my sensitive skin. Is there anything better than waking up to a sexy man caressing you? I’m in heaven.
Chris rolls over long enough to sleeve himself then nestles between my legs, tormenting me with slow, steady strokes that teases but never penetrate. Then he plunges in, and I feel myself tighten around his girth.
“I don’t know what you’re doing to me,” Chris whispers as he gently thrusts, “but I can’t seem to stop wanting you.”
“I don’t want you to stop.”
I reach a hand between my legs and softly rub my clit, knowing that with Chris behind me I’ll have trouble finding release otherwise.
“Let me do that,” Chris says, nudging my fingers aside with his own.
“I don’t mind,” I say.
“I do. I like feeling how wet you are on my fingers.”
I moan, his words making me even hotter.
“And I can’t see you touching yourself while I’m behind you.” Chris rocks his hips forward.
“You want to see me touch myself?”
“Yes,” he groans as he rocks deeper. “Watching you touch your breasts last night nearly sent me over the edge. I want to watch you touch yourself.” He traces gentle circles around my clit. “I want you to sit in front of me with your legs spread and show me what you like.”
