then drawing back until I was almost empty. With each thrust, he delved deeper, taking possession of me. I yielded gladly.
“You’re so tight, little one—so hot. I could fuck you all night. You love it, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I gasped, arching to take him deeper, wanting it to last forever. “I love it…”
He drove in and out, reaming me like the slut that I was. I rocked on the pillow, meeting him stroke for stroke, taking everything he had to give. I felt every muscle as he clutched and thrust and withdrew, again and again. I knew he felt me, too, the fluttering of my stretched tissues embracing him, the building heat.
I knew when he was about to come. I heard the change in his breath. I felt him swell and harden. Yes , I thought as he groaned and ground his cock into my butt. Yes, my love. Yes. It was joy, as much as physical pleasure that sent me spinning into my own climax.
Afterwards, he held me for a long time. I cuddled against him, my head on his chest, soothed by the regular beating of his heart. We didn’t speak. I felt closer to him than anyone I’d ever known. I couldn’t believe we’d met only days before.
I wanted to talk to him, to tell him how much he meant to me. I didn’t dare.
Darkness leached out of the sky. Dawn was not far away. Geoffrey seemed to be asleep.
I tried to extricate myself from his embrace. He clutched at me, his eyes still closed.
“No, don’t go…”
“I’ve got to get least a couple of hours of sleep.”
“No!” His eyes sprang open. “Oh—it’s you, Sarah.”
My heart turned to lead. “Of course. Who else? Don’t you remember—last night?”
Geoffrey’s lips curled into one of his infuriating smiles. “Indeed. Last night. You were quite the slut, girl.”
“Your slut,” I reminded him.
“My slut,” he agreed. “I’m very pleased with you, Sarah.”
I guess he was too tired to notice me blinking back tears. That wasn’t at all what I wanted him to say.
* * * *
I was so groggy at breakfast that I could barely keep my eyes open. I poured myself a huge mug of black coffee and snagged a muffin from the buffet, then went to huddle in a corner seat. My rear hole felt loose, gaping open. My lack of panties made the sensation all the more embarrassing.
I didn’t want to talk to anyone. I didn’t want to think. However, I couldn’t stop Adele from bouncing in and installing herself in the chair next to me.
“How are you, Sarah?” she asked, her green eyes sparkling.
“Fine,” I replied automatically.
“You look tired. But then I’m not surprised…” She could barely contain herself.
I gave her a sharp glance. “What do you mean?” The caffeine was starting to work. I was beginning to worry.
“I heard you,” Adele whispered. “Last night.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Come on! I’m your friend, remember? I heard your voice, coming from Geoffrey Hart’s suite. You can’t deny it.”
I didn’t have the energy to lie. I just nodded. “So?”
“So how was it? I want all the details. Did he do anything—kinky?”
I remembered the suitcase, the butt plug, the crop. “Not really.” I searched her face. Behind her prurient interest, I saw real concern. All at once I needed to talk to someone about Geoff and what he did to me, even if I couldn’t tell the whole truth.
“He’s special, Adele. Smart and strong and sexy—he made me feel special. It was—amazing.”
“Wow!”
“I’ve got to watch myself. I think that I’m falling in love with him.”
“I’ve heard that he has that effect,” my friend confided, “leaving a trail of broken hearts in his wake. You shouldn’t let yourself get too serious about a summer fling. Just enjoy it.”
“You’re right. I’ll try. But it’s hard…”
At that very moment the subject of our conversation sauntered into the dining room. One look at Adele and me with our heads huddled together and Geoffrey clearly knew something was up. He served himself
“You’re so tight, little one—so hot. I could fuck you all night. You love it, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I gasped, arching to take him deeper, wanting it to last forever. “I love it…”
He drove in and out, reaming me like the slut that I was. I rocked on the pillow, meeting him stroke for stroke, taking everything he had to give. I felt every muscle as he clutched and thrust and withdrew, again and again. I knew he felt me, too, the fluttering of my stretched tissues embracing him, the building heat.
I knew when he was about to come. I heard the change in his breath. I felt him swell and harden. Yes , I thought as he groaned and ground his cock into my butt. Yes, my love. Yes. It was joy, as much as physical pleasure that sent me spinning into my own climax.
Afterwards, he held me for a long time. I cuddled against him, my head on his chest, soothed by the regular beating of his heart. We didn’t speak. I felt closer to him than anyone I’d ever known. I couldn’t believe we’d met only days before.
I wanted to talk to him, to tell him how much he meant to me. I didn’t dare.
Darkness leached out of the sky. Dawn was not far away. Geoffrey seemed to be asleep.
I tried to extricate myself from his embrace. He clutched at me, his eyes still closed.
“No, don’t go…”
“I’ve got to get least a couple of hours of sleep.”
“No!” His eyes sprang open. “Oh—it’s you, Sarah.”
My heart turned to lead. “Of course. Who else? Don’t you remember—last night?”
Geoffrey’s lips curled into one of his infuriating smiles. “Indeed. Last night. You were quite the slut, girl.”
“Your slut,” I reminded him.
“My slut,” he agreed. “I’m very pleased with you, Sarah.”
I guess he was too tired to notice me blinking back tears. That wasn’t at all what I wanted him to say.
* * * *
I was so groggy at breakfast that I could barely keep my eyes open. I poured myself a huge mug of black coffee and snagged a muffin from the buffet, then went to huddle in a corner seat. My rear hole felt loose, gaping open. My lack of panties made the sensation all the more embarrassing.
I didn’t want to talk to anyone. I didn’t want to think. However, I couldn’t stop Adele from bouncing in and installing herself in the chair next to me.
“How are you, Sarah?” she asked, her green eyes sparkling.
“Fine,” I replied automatically.
“You look tired. But then I’m not surprised…” She could barely contain herself.
I gave her a sharp glance. “What do you mean?” The caffeine was starting to work. I was beginning to worry.
“I heard you,” Adele whispered. “Last night.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Come on! I’m your friend, remember? I heard your voice, coming from Geoffrey Hart’s suite. You can’t deny it.”
I didn’t have the energy to lie. I just nodded. “So?”
“So how was it? I want all the details. Did he do anything—kinky?”
I remembered the suitcase, the butt plug, the crop. “Not really.” I searched her face. Behind her prurient interest, I saw real concern. All at once I needed to talk to someone about Geoff and what he did to me, even if I couldn’t tell the whole truth.
“He’s special, Adele. Smart and strong and sexy—he made me feel special. It was—amazing.”
“Wow!”
“I’ve got to watch myself. I think that I’m falling in love with him.”
“I’ve heard that he has that effect,” my friend confided, “leaving a trail of broken hearts in his wake. You shouldn’t let yourself get too serious about a summer fling. Just enjoy it.”
“You’re right. I’ll try. But it’s hard…”
At that very moment the subject of our conversation sauntered into the dining room. One look at Adele and me with our heads huddled together and Geoffrey clearly knew something was up. He served himself
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