their wine, she asked, “What time are you leaving tomorrow?”
She would really rather not have asked and she was upset with herself for being maudlin about his leaving. Just because he had given her more orgasms in a couple of hours than she had had in her entire life was no reason to suppose he had any interest in more than sex. No matter how she felt, he probably didn’t feel the same way. She would be a fool to assume he did. Still, the gnawing ache had already begun. She didn’t know how to ease it.
She felt his cock stir under her. He took her glass and put it on the ground beside the chair. He claimed her mouth, as he grew hard. Then, he he picked her up and took her to the bed. Throwing the clothes on the chair, he lay her down. As he sucked her nipples, he said to her, “I want you again.” His voice was husky enough to turn her on so high she burned and creamed at his touch.
This time, they made love spoon-style. They explored each other and got to know each other’s bodies. Her pussy was slick. Most of his cum still inside her. He smiled at the sound of his cock, as it forged in and out. Their climaxes were sweeter this time round.
When they had finally come down, they lay together. His arms were around her and his hands cupped her breasts. Even after his cock had slipped out of her pussy and his cum had started to seep out and coat her thigh, he made no attempt to let go of his hold.
When they finally parted, she was crying again. This time she made no attempt to hide her tears. Jay had brought her to a climax many times without any help from her. She supposed it was because she had been prepared to give herself completely to a lover for the first time in her life. Even if she was prepared to give herself wholeheartedly to him, was he prepared to reciprocate or was he only interested in sex?
“I’ll be leaving before dawn,” he finally answered. “You’ll still be asleep.”
I doubt it, she thought. She must have unknowingly voiced her thoughts aloud because he asked, “Why would you be awake?”
She flushed and tried to move away, but he refused to let her go.
“Tell me,” he demanded.
“I don’t sleep well sometimes...” She stopped.
“If you’re wondering, I’ll miss you, too,” he told her, understanding what she wouldn’t say. He turned her face to him. He realized she had given herself completely to him and wanted him to do the same, but he couldn’t. His life was too complicated for simple solutions. Regardless of how much he wanted her as part of his life, it would be unfair to both of them. He kissed her tenderly. He hoped the tenderness would provide some indication of what he felt.
“I know we are still strangers, but I don’t regret tonight. I hope you don’t, either,” he said.
Without waiting for a reply, he sat up, got off the bed, and pulled her to her feet. When she was standing next to him, he said, “Let’s shower and get dressed, okay? I know we’ve had our dessert,” he chuckled, “but I did actually buy you something. Come on.”
She followed him into the bathroom. After he had set the water temperature, he pulled her in with him and washed her tenderly. She was fascinated by the dragon tattoo that was spread over his chest. The tail flicked dangerously across his back. She traced it with her fingers, as he washed her. She watched his muscles twitch, as he reacted to her touch.
Jay’s cock twitched in response to her caresses, but he resisted the urge to take her again.
“Pass me the soap,” he said instead, as he started to wash her. He wanted to start with her breasts, but knew, if he did, he would not be able to contain himself. He was on the edge, fighting the desire to bend her over and fuck her blind. Washing her feet would be his antidote.
“Turn round,” he told her gruffly.
She turned and waited, as he knelt and started washing her feet. He loved the curves
She would really rather not have asked and she was upset with herself for being maudlin about his leaving. Just because he had given her more orgasms in a couple of hours than she had had in her entire life was no reason to suppose he had any interest in more than sex. No matter how she felt, he probably didn’t feel the same way. She would be a fool to assume he did. Still, the gnawing ache had already begun. She didn’t know how to ease it.
She felt his cock stir under her. He took her glass and put it on the ground beside the chair. He claimed her mouth, as he grew hard. Then, he he picked her up and took her to the bed. Throwing the clothes on the chair, he lay her down. As he sucked her nipples, he said to her, “I want you again.” His voice was husky enough to turn her on so high she burned and creamed at his touch.
This time, they made love spoon-style. They explored each other and got to know each other’s bodies. Her pussy was slick. Most of his cum still inside her. He smiled at the sound of his cock, as it forged in and out. Their climaxes were sweeter this time round.
When they had finally come down, they lay together. His arms were around her and his hands cupped her breasts. Even after his cock had slipped out of her pussy and his cum had started to seep out and coat her thigh, he made no attempt to let go of his hold.
When they finally parted, she was crying again. This time she made no attempt to hide her tears. Jay had brought her to a climax many times without any help from her. She supposed it was because she had been prepared to give herself completely to a lover for the first time in her life. Even if she was prepared to give herself wholeheartedly to him, was he prepared to reciprocate or was he only interested in sex?
“I’ll be leaving before dawn,” he finally answered. “You’ll still be asleep.”
I doubt it, she thought. She must have unknowingly voiced her thoughts aloud because he asked, “Why would you be awake?”
She flushed and tried to move away, but he refused to let her go.
“Tell me,” he demanded.
“I don’t sleep well sometimes...” She stopped.
“If you’re wondering, I’ll miss you, too,” he told her, understanding what she wouldn’t say. He turned her face to him. He realized she had given herself completely to him and wanted him to do the same, but he couldn’t. His life was too complicated for simple solutions. Regardless of how much he wanted her as part of his life, it would be unfair to both of them. He kissed her tenderly. He hoped the tenderness would provide some indication of what he felt.
“I know we are still strangers, but I don’t regret tonight. I hope you don’t, either,” he said.
Without waiting for a reply, he sat up, got off the bed, and pulled her to her feet. When she was standing next to him, he said, “Let’s shower and get dressed, okay? I know we’ve had our dessert,” he chuckled, “but I did actually buy you something. Come on.”
She followed him into the bathroom. After he had set the water temperature, he pulled her in with him and washed her tenderly. She was fascinated by the dragon tattoo that was spread over his chest. The tail flicked dangerously across his back. She traced it with her fingers, as he washed her. She watched his muscles twitch, as he reacted to her touch.
Jay’s cock twitched in response to her caresses, but he resisted the urge to take her again.
“Pass me the soap,” he said instead, as he started to wash her. He wanted to start with her breasts, but knew, if he did, he would not be able to contain himself. He was on the edge, fighting the desire to bend her over and fuck her blind. Washing her feet would be his antidote.
“Turn round,” he told her gruffly.
She turned and waited, as he knelt and started washing her feet. He loved the curves
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