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“I like how it feels,” she said. “Perfectly balanced. It’s magic.”
I was turning red, but the euphoria lifted me a couple inches right up off the floor.
“I don’t have a mysterious trick,” I admitted. “I appreciate what you said, but it’s just my speech patterns. I think you’re reading far too much into it.”
“No, actually. I really don’t think so.” She drank the water I’d given her, looking me up and down with a frank approval that made my face heat. It made my dick swell, too.
But not quite yet. Ten more orgasms, and then we’d see how things went. I took the empty glass of water and placed it on the little table next to the futon, then went into her unimaginably small bathroom to get rid of the condom.
When I came back out, I tugged her toward edge of the futon mattress. She sensed my intention and grabbed my hair, as I pushed her shapely thighs open. “Liam?—”
“Shhh.” Her pussy was beautiful—juicy and glowing, soft in the morning light, adorned with soft ringlets, wet with her lube, sweet, hot.
I kissed my way slowly up her inner thigh, all the way up to the secret tender inside bits and groaned with pleasure when I finally tasted her. Tender, slick folds, juicy and delicious. I could have stayed there forever, slowly teasing her pleasure out of its hiding place. My fingers dug into her smooth thighs, tongue circling gently around the taut nub of her clit … first a soft gentle pressure, then a flirtatious tongue swirl, slowly around, around … until she was clutching my hair, making those choked, gasping sounds. I couldn’t get enough of that.
And when she was almost there, I slid two fingers inside her, massaging that sweet spot while I sucked her clit into my mouth and gave it a deep pull…
She convulsed, fingers clutching, her pussy fluttering around my fingers. Best moment ever. I realized with a lightning-flash of clarity that I was born for this. To be close to Nancy. To please her, protect her, stand by her.
To love her.
Whoa, ease off. My hormones were running wild. They had left my brain zip-tied to the railroad tracks. I had to slow the fuck down. Two days, I’d known this woman. Two days, and with a murder and an attempted abduction folded in the mix. I needed to take it easy. I needed to breathe, and wait. Be patient.
I lifted my head, wiped my mouth, licked my fingers. Stared up into her eyes. The warning bells jangling in my head were drowned out by the roar of need inside me.
I’d never felt anything like this. I was bewitched. I never wanted the spell to break.
She fished up the other condom from where I’d left it on the corner of the futon, and
I clambered onto the mattress, smoothing it over myself. She seized my shoulders, swinging her thigh up over my lap and straddling me, those beautiful little tight-tipped breasts right at mouth level. I pressed my face to them hungrily, kissing and stroking and suckling those small, puckered nipples while she shivered and gripped me closer. She leaned her head forward, making all her thick, fragrant red-brown hair tumble around my head. I was lost in her scent, her taste, her strong, slender body moving against mine. I suckled those perfect, exquisitely sensitive breasts.
She swayed over me, sliding her pussy lips up and down the length of my cock. The sensual stroke felt like a sweet, teasing lash of a tongue. Undulating up and down, offering her breasts to my mouth. My hands moved hungrily over her, committing every detail to memory. The voluptuous swell of her taut ass cheeks. The sweet little dimple right above them. Her warm, ticklish curtain of hair. The strength and hunger in her embrace, the soft catch in her breath as she moved against my body.
I suckled her, pressing my dick up eagerly against her hot, slick core, petting her clit with it, a slow, slick push and pull. She squirmed and struggled toward her pleasure … and exploded again, arching and gasping. I held her, braced against me, as pleasure pumped through her.
That was more like it. Maybe it wasn’t quite ten orgasms yet, but whatever. I would make my quota. I’d persist through the day, into the night, into tomorrow. Into forever.
I was a man with something to prove.
Color had begun to return to this feast for my eyes. I could see the sheen of sweat on her lip, her forehead. I could see the deep red blush of her lips. The little line between her brows that I had noticed before was almost gone. She looked relaxed. Lush, sensual.
I gripped her hips, and lifted her up off my cock, positioning myself with my fist below her. She steadied herself on my shoulders, swaying, nails digging delicately into my skin like kitten claws as I rolled my cockhead around her slick, drenched opening, and then drove upwards, pulling her down. Letting her take in all of me. Her snug sheath clenched and squeezed eagerly around me.
She made a soft, startled sound. “Oh,” she murmured. “I can’t move.”
“You will,” I promised, surging up to thrust deeper inside her hot, slick depths.
Then her cell phone rang.
We froze, staring at each other. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
“Do you usually get calls at this hour?” I asked.
“A lot of my clients are night owls,” she offered. “They’ve gotten used to me being up at that hour, too.”
“At six a.m.? Jesus.”
“Sorry, but I just have to see if it’s one of my sisters.”