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She moaned and her back arched and she sped her pace. I moved my hands from her hair to her hips, helping her move faster and faster over my cock.
“Touch yourself,” I said, and she did as I asked. One hand went to her hair, raising it off her back and drawing my eyes to her curves. Her folds. The stretch marks along her sides. Everything about her was sexy.
Her moans grew louder, and her pussy tightened around my cock.
“Come with me,” she said. “Come with me!”
It was the easiest command of my life to follow.
I lifted my hips, pumping into her as she screamed and clenched around my cock, milking me for everything I had.
Mara was mine.
And I was hers.
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Mara
Confession: I had good sex with an accountant.
The aftershocksof my orgasm were still shaking my body as I lifted myself off Jonas and rolled to the bed beside him. He handed me his white undershirt and said, “If you want to clean up.”
The gesture was so matter of fact yet thoughtful I almost melted. Or maybe that was all the dopamine running through my body at the hot-as-fire sex I just had with the accountant. I took the shirt and wiped myself off, then he took it back and flung it toward the hamper in front of his closet. He missed completely, and it landed on the floor.
I giggled.
“What?” he asked.
“I think this might be the first time your room has been messy.”
He rolled to his side and propped his head in his hand. My eyes drifted to his arm muscles. I’d been so fascinated with them, but never able to touch, until now. I ran my fingertips over the ridges of his skin curved and shaped by the muscles underneath and then back to his eyes.
They were dancing with his smile. “That was amazing.”
I couldn’t help but agree. “Who would have thought you’d be so good in bed.” I grinned evilly. “Maybe it was beginner’s luck?”
He rolled his eyes at me. “I’ll take you in the shower right now and prove it wasn’t.”
I raised my eyebrows and pretended to think it over. “I do need to clean up...”
He grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the bathroom, and I followed him, laughing as I went.
He pressed me against the glass shower wall, silencing my laugh with his kiss. It was playful, sexy, and I loved that I could feel him smiling through it all. Jonas deserved to be happy.
We both did.
He flipped the head and water cascaded to the floor, sending droplets bouncing back up over our feet. As soon as the water warmed, he led me in, letting me stand underneath the stream while he reached for his loofa and soap.
I dipped my head back under the stream, letting the water wash through my hair, not worried about what it had done to my makeup. I watched Jonas’s eyes trail the beads of water down my breasts, over my stomach, and down my thighs to the floor. It was hot, the way he watched me without reserve.
I’d been with guys before who tried to look away from my body. They wanted me to fuck them but acted like they could ignore the extra weight I carried. Jonas didn’t even try. He took me in, every single inch of me, and worshipped me with his eyes.
I drew my fingers from my hairline, down my neck to the space between my breasts, and his lips parted.
“You have such a beautiful body,” he almost whispered.
I took in his form, the ridges of his stomach muscles, not quite a six-pack but clearly strong and firm. And then his dick. Even soft, it was big, tempting. “I could say the same for you.”