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“I guess.” She looks doubtful, though.
I don’t want her to think about it now. I tease her lips with mine, then slide my tongue into her mouth and kiss her deeply, and she moans and sinks her hands into my hair.
I begin to spiral out of control, carried away on a wave of longing and desire so intense that I know there’s no coming back from it. This was always going to happen, though. I was never going to last long on our first time, after being celibate for, what, nearly eighteen months, and then having sex with the one girl I’ve been dreaming about for so long. No man’s willpower is that strong.
I lift up again and start moving faster, plunging down into her soft body. It’s warm in the room—I haven’t switched on the air con. Missie’s face is flushed, and her skin is glowing. She’s so goddamn beautiful. I’m going to make her come again and again. But first things first.
I close my eyes, concentrating on the growing sensations inside me. Missie says, “Oh, baby,” and I feel her cup my face, but I can’t do anything but thrust as my muscles contract and heat rushes up from my balls. I shudder and groan as I come inside her, frozen in position, turned to rock for ten long seconds, until my body releases me, and I let out my breath in a rush.
Opening my eyes, I look into hers, which are filled with delight. “At long last,” she teases. “Alex Winters, out of control.”
Giving her a wry look, I sit back on my heels and ease out of her. I stroke a hand down, dipping my thumb inside her and stroking my release through her folds. That’s fucking hot.
As I touch her clit, she sighs. She wasn’t far away from coming.
Nice. Kind of like a head start.
*
Missie
I drift on a cloud of hazy pleasure as Alex strokes me lazily. Unfortunately I was only minutes away from another orgasm, but I know he hasn’t had sex in a while, so it was unfair to expect him to last too long. Shame, though. I wonder if he’ll mind if I finish myself off?
He hasn’t moved, and when I glance down, I see him give himself a couple of strokes before he presses the tip back against my entrance. Once again, he lifts up and leans over me, and then he slides inside me again.
“You’re still hard,” I observe, amused.
He just smirks and gives long, slow thrusts.
I blink, realizing it’s not going down. “Is that normal?”
“Normal for me.” He slides a hand underneath me and then, without warning, rolls over, pulling me with him so I’m on top.
“Ooh!” I sit up astride him, clenching and feeling him inside me, all the way up. “Oh my God, you really are a Christmas miracle.”
He laughs, his eyes creasing at the edges, showing me his beautiful white teeth, and then he pulls me down and gives me a fierce kiss. “Make yourself come for me,” he murmurs as he releases me. “I want to watch you.”
I rock my hips, feeling a tad shy, but he’s looking at me with such admiration that it’s impossible not to feel like a priceless work of art. I lower a hand between my legs, and he gives a satisfied sigh, lifting his hands to my breasts while I swirl my fingers over my clit.
Mmm… this is fantastic—a guy who actually cares about my pleasure, and, even better, who seems able to keep going long enough to let me get there more than once. He’s as hard as he was before, and clearly up for another round.
I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.
I was close before, and it doesn’t take long for me to cover any lost ground. Within minutes, I feel the pleasurable sensations begin, and Alex must feel them too, because he says, “Oh yeah,” and tucks his hands behind his head, obviously wanting to watch the performance.
I have a few seconds of feeling self-conscious, and then I think oh fuck it, he’s given me enough compliments to suggest he doesn’t care that I’m not skinny and perfect, and I abandon my shyness and give myself over to the amazing feelings deep inside me.
Ohhh… there’s nothing like an orgasm, so sweet and overwhelming, so intense that for a millisecond you think you’re not going to survive it, and it’s actually going to kill you, and you cry out and your hand and toes curl, and you lose any ability to control your voice or your body, and it’s all just pleasure and fireworks, and you want to cry or scream or say every swear word in your vocabulary.
And then seconds later it’s gone, and you’re left with this amazing warm glow, and a feeling of it being your birthday and Christmas all rolled into one.
“Fuck yeah,” he says, and then he rears up and twists, and I’m on my back again, tossed across the bed like I’m one of the pillows and weigh nothing at all.
As he plunges down into me, kissing me like there’s no tomorrow, I feel a moment of realization, a revelation that’s almost alarm, as true understanding finally sinks in. Oh man, this guy really does want to wear me out. If he can keep going, oh my God, I’m going to be a shadow of my former self.
“Can you put the aircon on?” I whisper. But he just shakes his head. “Please?”
“Nope.”
