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Nestling between her legs, I leisurely lick and suck her as she moans with pleasure. Her hips writhe beneath me, urging me to go faster, but I ignore her plea, wanting to savor the taste of her pussy on my lips. But she won’t be denied, and as her hips rock back and forth, I press a finger inside and raise my head to look at her.
God, I love fingering her. Love the gasp that escapes her lips as I dip my fingers inside. Love the moans she makes as I slide them in and out. Love the friction and the heat that engulf me. The only thing I’d like better is to feel that heat along my cock, but I know once I get inside her, I risk losing myself in my own pleasure, and fingering her lets me concentrate on hers. On how her breasts rise when her breathing quickens. On how her cheeks flush. On how she clenches at my fingers. I press my mouth to her clit and suck, hard, as my finger strokes her from the inside. Her hips begin to buck urgently, and she cries out as she finds her release.
I grab my pants and retrieve a condom from my wallet, rolling it over my now-hard cock as I climb onto the bed and lean against the headboard.
“Come here,” I tell her, guiding her so that she straddles me. “I want my sexy librarian to ride me.”
Lisa smiles seductively as she mounts me, obviously turned on by the idea of fulfilling my fantasy. She unhooks her bra and cups her breasts, molding them as she moves over my cock. Her head rolls back, and she moans as she covers me to the hilt and rocks back and forth while rubbing her tits. Dear God, I thought that blow job was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced, but this, reclining on the bed while Lisa writhes on my cock, is even hotter.
When I can’t take any more, I lurch forward and wrap Lisa in my arms, pressing our bodies together as my mouth meets hers. I hold her tightly as my hips surge upward, and when her body contracts around mine, I let myself go.
Though my heart is pounding and my lungs cry for air, I can’t take my lips from hers, and hold her to me as our breathing returns to normal.
“That was even better than my fantasy,” I say against her lips.
“I like acting out your fantasy. I’ve never done that before.”
“Never?” I remove her glasses and set them on the nightstand before leaning back against the headboard, taking her with me so that she’s resting on my chest.
“Never. No one’s ever told me their fantasy before,” she admits.
“This wasn’t a fantasy of mine until the first time I saw you.” I kiss her forehead. “But it’s the first time I’ve acted out a fantasy, too.”
“Really?” She strokes my chest.
“Really. I seem to have a lot of firsts with you. First time taking it slow, first time acting out a fantasy, first time going behind my brother’s back.”
“I don’t like that, either.” She stiffens. “I’m sorry.”
“Why are you sorry?”
“It’s my fault you’re going behind his back.”
“No, it’s not.” I stroke her back. “You’re not the one he talked to. You didn’t know he had any concerns.”
“But I did know,” she says softly. “You told me about that before our first date, and I’m guilty of ignoring his concerns, too.”
I kiss her forehead. “The only thing you’re guilty of is being yourself, and it turns out you’re pretty irresistible to me. Don’t apologize for that.”
“Still, I don’t want to be the reason you’re hiding things from your brother. Do you want to tell him?” She looks up at me.
I think about all the implications of that, of everything I discussed with Erik. Of course I want to tell my brother, but not unless Lisa’s comfortable with it. “Would you be okay with that? I don’t want to make things awkward for you at work.”
“It would probably be more awkward to wait.” She reads my mind. “Do you want to tell him yourself or do you want to do it together? I know he only talked to you about not wanting us to get involved, but I went behind his back, too.”
My heart lurches with the knowledge that Lisa is willing to help shoulder a responsibility that is clearly mine. I cup her chin and bring her mouth to me, kissing her softly. “Thank you,” I tell her, “but I think it needs to come from me.”
“Okay.” She smiles. “When do you think you’ll talk to him?”
“I don’t know. I’ll check his calendar tomorrow, see when he might have time. Speaking of, it’s getting late.”
“Are you leaving?” Lisa blinks.
“Actually, I was hoping to stay here. I like waking up next to you.”
“I like that, too.” She smiles.
We get cleaned up and climb back into bed, Lisa nestling against my side, and I drift off wondering how in the hell I’m lucky enough to find a woman that intrigues me mentally, physically, and emotionally.
