Strike by Sheryl Zaines Page A

weird to watch as a man touched himself, but she was getting turned on as she did.
    This time when she came down on him, she made sure his cock was sliding up inside her. It was everything she remembered it to be and everything she had been waiting for. She liked that she was in control of the pace. Sometimes she took her time, slowly sliding down his shaft. Sometimes she slammed her body down on his.
    She knew she was going to be there for a while, so rather than sit up over him, she rested her body on his. He didn’t seem to mind and it gave her access to kiss, lick and suckle his neck and ear. Her legs were tucked up under her and as tight up against his sides as she could get them. All the time his hands were wandering over her ass and up her back.
    She wasn’t prepared when the orgasm hit. It wasn’t like anything she had had before. Not even with him. It took control of her body, leaving her helpless against the muscle contractions. Her back arched, but that was something she was used to. What happened to her legs was something else altogether. They unfolded and, in the process, her feet slid under his knees. The muscle contractions didn’t stop there as her legs continued to arch just like her back. She felt like a bow being pulled tight and his body was caught up in it. He didn’t seem to be offering any resistance, so he must not be getting hurt.
    By the time she got her body to relax, she was spent. She melted over the top of him, trying to catch her breath. She was content to lie there for the rest of the night, until she heard and felt him chuckle.
    She started to move, but in the end she didn’t need to. With just a couple of movements he had them both flipped over and he was settled between her legs. She wanted to resist and tell him that she couldn’t go on, except he was already inside her and it felt too good to do anything but lie there and accept it.
    She was glad that he was able to do everything, because the orgasms had depleted any strength she’d had. Though she was surprised that after a few minutes she was able to rock her hips up to meet him. When she was able to focus again, he was smiling down at her. She didn’t even want to think about how she looked. Probably rode hard and put away wet.
    As soon as she felt as if she might recover from the last orgasm, the next one started. There were times that she forgot breathe, then had to gasp for air. Just when she thought she couldn’t take it anymore, he finally groaned, his body going rigid above her. Then he flopped down on top of her.
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    Tori must have fallen asleep when he did. When she opened her eyes, the clock next to his bed said 5:05 a.m. She was late for work. Just as she was about to panic, she made herself stop and take a deep breath.
    She needed a change of clothes. The easiest thing to do would be to go home and get them, except she didn’t have her key. The building manager had been up late taking care of her door and whatever other damage had happened. He probably wouldn’t appreciate being woken up.
    There was an extra set of clothes in her locker at work. It was an emergency set, but this probably qualified as one. All she had to do was get there. Using his phone, she called for a taxi to meet her in front of the building. There wasn’t time to walk to work. Nor did she have shoes to walk in.
    Shit, I need shoes . She scrambled around his room with her pants still in her hand, not bothering to put them on as she scrambled to find something to cover her feet. She opened up his closet, even though her mind was telling her there was no use. She couldn’t fit into anything he wore. That was when she saw the pair of flip-flops. They were a little big, but at least she had something between her feet and the ground.
    She made it down to the street just as the taxi was pulling up. She had borrowed a ten dollar bill from the top of his dresser to cover the cost and a sweatshirt so she didn’t feel as if she was running