Mr. Right Now by Kristina Knight

reached between their bodies to press his fingers gently against her core. His shaft was long and hard against her thigh, pulsing as he delved two fingers under the elastic of her panties and found her center. She was ready for him and his digits slid easily inside, filling her, reaching up, up, up inside. As his fingers worked their magic inside her, his thumb pressed against her clit. Pressing, rubbing, releasing but never letting up for long.
    She couldn’t decide where to focus her attention. There was his thick cock. His yummy chest. That back that begged to be explored. But turning him around would entail him removing his hands from her body and she didn’t want that. Not even a little bit. She settled for drifting.
    Teasing his nipples with her fingers, she first tweaked them between her fingers and then soothed the burn with her tongue. She reached between them to palm his erection and her belly tightened at the thought of his length replacing his fingers. Oh, it was going to be delicious.
    “Damn, woman, slow down.” He whispered the words between them, but didn’t really seem to mind when she squeezed him once more and then went back to work on his chest. His mouth. Her mouth met his and the thrusting of her tongue mimicked the thrusting of his fingers.
    He pulled away, putting an inch of space between them. His breath was hot on her neck, sending another pleasurable shock to her system. “You haven’t told me yet. What do you want?”
    The words barely penetrated the fuzz in her brain, but she knew without a doubt what she wanted. She wanted control tonight.
    She reached to draw his penis up. She rubbed her thumb over the tip and felt him tremble. “I want you inside me.”
    Slowly, he withdrew his fingers, sat her back a scant few inches and reached for his jeans. He pulled a foil packet from his wallet then tossed it onto the chair with their clothes. When he was sheathed, Casey straddled his hips once more.
    As she slid down his length, her muscles tightened in response. He moved his hands to her hips as she found her rhythm. He reached between them, his thumb brushing against her clit and she was lost. On a low moan, Casey threw back her head and watched the sky above explode in tiny twinkling color.
    She climaxed as he bucked beneath her. He pulled her chest to his and drew his strong hands down her back, around her buttocks and squeezed.
    “I definitely like your booty,” he joked.
    “Not on a first date you don’t.” She chuckled. She settled against his side, her arm thrown over his chest and her legs tangled with his.
    In two years with Nate, she had never felt this release. Never felt as thoroughly satisfied. How could a virtual stranger give her pleasure that a man who knew her for years couldn’t?
    They lay quietly for a few minutes. She teased the hair on his chest. She listened as their harsh breaths subsided, but couldn’t bear to break the contact between them. His heartbeat thundered beneath her hand. She imagined she could still feel his length pulsing inside her.
    It was only her imagination creating this feeling inside. A feeling that told her to settle in and stay in his arms forever. There was nothing between them but a vacation fling. Nothing more than two attractive people hooking up and going their separate ways.
    When she thought she could speak, she rose from his lap and reached for her shirt. Eyes closed, muscles relaxed, he slept. His mouth was slightly open, expelling small breaths every few seconds. He wasn’t deeply asleep, but now was her chance to escape without that horrible Moment After conversation.
    How could she explain this crazy situation to him? Somehow she didn’t think , I know we just slept together, but I’ve got another man staying in my room, so please don’t come there again. It’s not serious, he’s a paid escort, but I can’t exactly kick him out. Sorry , would do the trick.
    He would think she was nuts. Or lying. Either way, he’d despise