Page 8 of The Baby Twist

“I’m single because I’m unique, and finding the right guy for me is not easy.”

The corners of his mouth curved upward.

“Plus, I’m already a whole person and don’t need to find another half to complete me. Not to mention that I also love the casual sex where I can walk away the next morning and go on with my independent life.”

“Wow. Impressive.” He threw back his drink and set his glass down. “You’re a very beautiful woman, and I’m completely turned on right now.” He stepped closer to me and placed his hand on my cheek.

His lips softly brushed mine with caution while my lips went in for the kill. I was so horny for him that I thought I would die. As our passionate kiss continued, I unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants while his hands unzipped my dress. He took my dress down in one swoop as I kicked off my shoes.

“Damn.” He shook his head and stared at me in my black lace push-up bra and black lace thong.

Wrapping my legs around him, he picked me up and carried me to the bedroom as our lips stayed locked. Laying me on the bed, he hovered over me as he slid his fingers through the sides of my panties and softly stroked my vagina.

“You are so wet, and I’ve barely touched you,” Lucas whispered. “Do you know how much that turns me on even more?”

“I suggest you show me how turned on you are.”

As he stood up and unbuttoned his shirt, the only thing my eyes could focus on was his hard cock protruding through his black boxer briefs. The only thing my mind registered was “holy fuck.” After he tossed his shirt on the floor, he took down his underwear. I gulped at how perfect it was. Big, but not overlylarge, straight, beautiful and lusciously hard. Reaching behind me, I unhooked my bra and tossed it over the bed.

Chapter Four

Lucas

She lay on the bed like pure perfection. I took my time and explored her entire body. I could feel her skin trembling as my tongue stroked her flesh. The subtle moans that escaped her when she orgasmed heightened my arousal. Her body shook with pleasure as I held her against me. Reaching into my nightstand, I pulled out a condom and slipped it on. She was more than ready, as was I. The anticipation of being buried inside her was killing me. I started at a slow pace, for I didn’t want to hurt her. She gasped as she took me in, inch by inch, until I was fully inside. I grabbed her wrists and held them over her head as I slowly moved in and out of her. The moans that escaped her lips were music to my ears. She orgasmed again, and I asked her if she wanted more. She breathlessly told me yes as I pulled her up, and she wrapped her long, lean legs around me while I thrust in and out of her. My tongue slid across her neck as her hands slid through my hair, and the warmth of her breath intoxicated me. She had me so worked up that I started to get rough, and she welcomed it. She enticed it, and I lost all control. I thrust in and out of her from behind like an animal.She screamed and begged me to go harder. The more she begged, the faster I moved until I couldn’t hold back anymore, and I exploded inside her. She dropped down on the bed, and my body collapsed with her. I struggled to catch my breath, as did she, and we lay there for a few moments until our racing hearts returned to their normal rate.

I pulled out of her, and something didn’t feel right, so I reached over and turned on the light.

“What’s wrong?” she asked as she rolled over.

“Oh shit. There’s a large tear in the condom!”

“No worries. I’m on the pill.”

“You are?” I asked with a sigh of relief.

“Yeah. I have been for years. We’re fine.” She smiled.

I got up, went to the bathroom, removed the condom, and threw it in the trash.

“I’ve never had a condom break on me before,” I said as I walked back into the bedroom and pulled the box from my nightstand. “What the hell?”

“What?” She sat up.

“According to this box, these condoms expired over a year ago, and I just bought them yesterday.”

“Don’t you usually check the date before you buy them?” she asked.

“No. I guess I never really thought about it. I’m taking these back to the store.”

“I hope you have the receipt.”

I got up from the bed and pulled my wallet from my pants pocket. Looking inside, the receipt was folded and sitting amongst my cash.

“It’s right here.” I held it up.

“I know this is kind of awkward now, so do you want me to go?” she asked me.

“It’s late. You might as well stay until the morning.”