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Now free of all our clothes, he picked me up, and I yelped in surprise as he carried me to the bed. On my back, with his incredible body pressing me to the mattress and his mouth once again on my breast, I had to acknowledge another failure in my checklist plan for leaving Kevin. First, the phone contacts, and now I hadn’t packed the one thing that had become important tonight.
Boone shifted his weight and slid a finger inside me. It wasn’t his cock, but the sensation was both unexpected and welcome.
I croaked out my admission. “I don’t have a condom.”
He added a second finger to my slick channel. “Don’t worry. I’ve got us covered.”
Those magic fingers, pumping and curling, were almost too much. His breath scorched my skin. “Always prepared like a Boy Scout?” I teased, trying to hold off the pleasure that was building too quickly to be real.
He rubbed his thick shaft against my thigh. “More like hopeful.” His mischievous thumb stroked my clit, and I nearly came apart.
To keep from thinking about all the girls he’d hoped to get lucky with, I grabbed for his cock. By the time I’d stroked him a few times, I was on a hair trigger, ready to explode. Somehow, he played my body like we’d been together for years. He knew all my secret spots.
Since he’d liked it so much the first time, I did the Laurie squeeze again.
He groaned. “I feel you getting close. Come for me, Angel.” His thumb stroked, and he crooked his fingers inside me.
Adding a light bite to my nipple was all it took to snap me like an overtight guitar string. “Oh, fuck, Boone,” I cried. I couldn’t have held off the orgasm if I’d tried. These convulsions were miles stronger than the tremblings I’d experienced before.
He released my breast, pulled out his hand, and held me close. As the waves mellowed, it dawned on me that he’d given me something spectacular, and I hadn’t given him anything at all. It took a minute to get my breath. “Your turn,” I said as I moved down to take him in my mouth. I didn’t make it.
He pulled me up and into a kiss. “No. Not that.”
“I won’t bite,” I joked.
Kevin had always liked my blow jobs and often insisted on them.
Boone rolled to the side and got up. “No. I’m going to fuck you properly.”
His dirty words excited me. As wonderful as the orgasm had been, I still yearned to have him inside me.
He returned with a condom in one hand, and his cock in the other. I salivated as he stroked himself before ripping open the package. My heat level only rose as I watched him roll the latex down his length.
“Roll over,” he commanded. “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t take it anymore.”
I did, but then I felt the pang of guilt and sat up. “No.”There. I’d taken control like I’d promised myself I would. “I want to be on top, and I’m going to fuck you untilyoucan’t take it anymore.”
His eyes glinted with pleasure as he accepted the challenge and laid down, with his erection bobbing above his abdomen. “Okay, my dirty little angel.”
I smiled. I’d stood up for myself and won.
I straddled him and ran my wet folds along his length. When my clit reached the end and rode over the crown, the wordpleasuresticktook on new meaning. After a dozen glorious strokes that revved my engine to new heights, I lifted up and notched his tip at my entrance.
He’d been passive to this point, hefting the weight of my breasts in his wide palms and stroking with his thumbs. As I slid down onto him, his eyes went wide and his hands came to my hips, but he didn’t pull me down.
I slowed the slide and lifted up to get used to the size of him. No longer empty, but filled with perfection, I tried again and made it down farther before pulling back up.
“I don’t want to hurt you. Maybe we should—”
I cut him off by settling down and taking him to the hilt, now gloriously, decadently as full as I’d ever been. He was both too much and just what I hadn’t known I needed as I ground down on him and started moving in increasingly hungry strokes.
He lifted up into me each time I slid down, trying to reach deeper. All the while his hands cruised my body, paying special attention to my breasts. He did like my boobs. Jolts of electricity zinged through my veins with each plunge, and each moan out of him. He was like a man lost in a passion he couldn’t understand.
The fact that I did that to him was heady beyond belief. But the climax building inside terrified me. I couldn’t understand the pressure that built to such a crescendo.
“I can’t hold off. I need you to come,” he groaned as he moved that magic thumb to my clit again. Then, he slammed up into me on the next stroke and held me deep with his free hand.
His thumb action did me in, and my spasms began again as I clenched around him. He cried out my name and pulsed inside me before loosening his grip on my hip and settling back into the mattress. After a moment I fell forward onto him, my breasts pressed against his chest, my ear to his thundering heart.
