the afterglow. “Please. Need you. Now.” He was intense. Craving me. Aching for me.
I gave myself, totally. I said good-bye to that control panel in my head and just let go.
I positioned my body quickly, then crashed down onto him, taking all of his monstrous size. He jerked up, gripping my butt again, half rising off the bed. He was nearly there. I was nearly to the second, still overflowing from the first.
I pitched and swayed, working different angles, feeling full and stretched. He messaged my clit while he pumped, rubbing against my G-spot and forcing the world to fall away.
I flipped around in a backward cowgirl and hit new senses and pleasures, striving for harder. Aiming for higher. He then turned me around again and sat up with me, getting deeper. Getting closer. More personal.
I cried and groaned in pure elation, the deep places inside me opened to the light as he unbolted and opened my world through my senses. Our two bodies were merging and rocking to a great symphony of the soul, another first for me. We were headed to that great crescendo that I seemed to visit often in the last couple days, but rarely before.
The feeling was more intense, higher than last night, harder than a moment before. We moved together, building, but not reaching. Sliding on top of each other. Him deep inside me, working.
“Almost. There. Jess!” he exclaimed, rocking his cock against my inner walls.
I grunted. It was all I was capable of.
He slammed into me harder, smacking, our bodies wet from the oil, slick from my his and my combined juices. My groin moved in circles over him, grinding him home, making him my prisoner, giving him a ride he wouldn’t forget. Getting him addicted.
“Oh Je—!” he screamed, his whole body shuddering.
His thumb continued to work my clit, knowing he was a second ahead. And then he wasn’t. I hit that crescendo and hollered.
Then went limp. Absolutely limp. My head lulled on his shoulder. My body cascaded over and around his. I did the setup, he could put everything away.
He lowered us to the bed, leaving himself inside me. We lay for a while, time having lost its meaning. He cradled my head on his chest and stroked my hair.
He kissed my head and said quietly, “You’re ever so welcome,” with a song in his deep voice.
Seemingly he accepted my thank you on a level deeper than mere sex. It thrilled me and terrified me in equal parts. I couldn’t help but smile.
Chapter Four
“’Morning Juniper.” I mumbled as I trudged into my cube.
“Have you seen that dad-gum new I.T. intern?” Juniper yelled, head poked through the leaves of her plant.
“What?” Hands full of sweater and handbag, I half turned to see what the commotion was. Usually she just ignored me in the mornings, for which I was thankful.
“That new I.T. man— boy, more like. He’s as windy as a sack fulla farts!”
“A sack full of farts? What are you talking about?”
“He done said it Friday afternoon—he’d be around first thing Mondie mornin’ and fix up my email right quick. Well, hel-lo, if it ain’t Mondie, than I don’t know what.”
Not Mon day , Mond ie. I didn’t feel like making fun of her out-loud.
“It’s 8:06 Juniper, give the kid a break. I wouldn’t want to deal with you before my coffee, either. And what does farting have to do with any of that.”
“Dumb Cal-i-forn-ian don’t know what language is. Don’t that just figure. Don’t know whether to check her ass or scratch her watch.”
“I can still hear you.” I shook my head. She would be funny if she was someone else’s problem.
“It mean’s liar!”
How does a sack full of farts have anything to do with lying? I shrugged, I didn’t want to ask.
“And why is you late?”
Oh boy. I hunched into my seat.
I still didn’t have a car, so William decided he would work from the main office for a while so we could carpool to work. Since we couldn’t be seen in this capacity together, he had
I gave myself, totally. I said good-bye to that control panel in my head and just let go.
I positioned my body quickly, then crashed down onto him, taking all of his monstrous size. He jerked up, gripping my butt again, half rising off the bed. He was nearly there. I was nearly to the second, still overflowing from the first.
I pitched and swayed, working different angles, feeling full and stretched. He messaged my clit while he pumped, rubbing against my G-spot and forcing the world to fall away.
I flipped around in a backward cowgirl and hit new senses and pleasures, striving for harder. Aiming for higher. He then turned me around again and sat up with me, getting deeper. Getting closer. More personal.
I cried and groaned in pure elation, the deep places inside me opened to the light as he unbolted and opened my world through my senses. Our two bodies were merging and rocking to a great symphony of the soul, another first for me. We were headed to that great crescendo that I seemed to visit often in the last couple days, but rarely before.
The feeling was more intense, higher than last night, harder than a moment before. We moved together, building, but not reaching. Sliding on top of each other. Him deep inside me, working.
“Almost. There. Jess!” he exclaimed, rocking his cock against my inner walls.
I grunted. It was all I was capable of.
He slammed into me harder, smacking, our bodies wet from the oil, slick from my his and my combined juices. My groin moved in circles over him, grinding him home, making him my prisoner, giving him a ride he wouldn’t forget. Getting him addicted.
“Oh Je—!” he screamed, his whole body shuddering.
His thumb continued to work my clit, knowing he was a second ahead. And then he wasn’t. I hit that crescendo and hollered.
Then went limp. Absolutely limp. My head lulled on his shoulder. My body cascaded over and around his. I did the setup, he could put everything away.
He lowered us to the bed, leaving himself inside me. We lay for a while, time having lost its meaning. He cradled my head on his chest and stroked my hair.
He kissed my head and said quietly, “You’re ever so welcome,” with a song in his deep voice.
Seemingly he accepted my thank you on a level deeper than mere sex. It thrilled me and terrified me in equal parts. I couldn’t help but smile.
Chapter Four
“’Morning Juniper.” I mumbled as I trudged into my cube.
“Have you seen that dad-gum new I.T. intern?” Juniper yelled, head poked through the leaves of her plant.
“What?” Hands full of sweater and handbag, I half turned to see what the commotion was. Usually she just ignored me in the mornings, for which I was thankful.
“That new I.T. man— boy, more like. He’s as windy as a sack fulla farts!”
“A sack full of farts? What are you talking about?”
“He done said it Friday afternoon—he’d be around first thing Mondie mornin’ and fix up my email right quick. Well, hel-lo, if it ain’t Mondie, than I don’t know what.”
Not Mon day , Mond ie. I didn’t feel like making fun of her out-loud.
“It’s 8:06 Juniper, give the kid a break. I wouldn’t want to deal with you before my coffee, either. And what does farting have to do with any of that.”
“Dumb Cal-i-forn-ian don’t know what language is. Don’t that just figure. Don’t know whether to check her ass or scratch her watch.”
“I can still hear you.” I shook my head. She would be funny if she was someone else’s problem.
“It mean’s liar!”
How does a sack full of farts have anything to do with lying? I shrugged, I didn’t want to ask.
“And why is you late?”
Oh boy. I hunched into my seat.
I still didn’t have a car, so William decided he would work from the main office for a while so we could carpool to work. Since we couldn’t be seen in this capacity together, he had
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