The orgasm, more powerful than anything I felt, alone or with another guy, took over my body. The stars in Heaven exploded behind my closed eyelids. It was almost impossible to open my eyes, but I wanted to see him in this perfect moment. To make sure he was the one who was doing this to me.
It was the same man from my dreams. The only difference was the strain I could see in every line of his face. He stayed there, balls deep in my pussy, shaking with the effort to delay his orgasm while my inner muscles spasmed around his hard cock.
My climax was subsiding when he started moving again. The short, erratic thrusts were accompanied by kisses on my lips, on my face. His beard scratched my skin. His strong hands ran up and down my thighs, grabbing, kneading, impatient to feel more, just like me. My own hands roamed over his back, taking in the curve of his spine, like I had done so many times in my dreams. I wanted to clutch at his flesh but my hands were weak and useless. The pleasure he was pouring into me had invaded every fiber of my being. The only muscles that still worked were those that tightened around thick hard flesh. The intense pleasure threatened to burst my heart out of my chest.
His labored breathing told me he was suffering the same way. I couldn’t stand to know him in pain. I traced his temple with my trembling fingertips.
“Oh, Paul.”
At the sound of my whisper, he suddenly stilled. His head snapped back and for the first time, he looked at me. There was only a sliver of moonlight to help us see each other. With infinite gentleness, his hands came up. He cupped my face and looked in my eyes. He blinked a few times, as if he was trying to clear his vision. He rubbed his thumbs over my cheeks, like he wanted to make sure I was there.
My inner muscles fluttered around his cock. He was iron-hard and perfectly immobile inside me.
His name fell from my lips again.
“Paul.”
And with that, in the perfect stillness, I felt his cock twitch. After the first spasm, his hips bucked forward. He thrust forward, again, and again, each thrust accompanied by a grunt. His wonderful voice, always kind, always warm was now reduced to primal sounds.
When it was over, he held me tight. His cheek was pressed against mine. His mouth was near my ear. I could hear his breathing returning to normal while his cock softened. He pulled out carefully, and I unhooked my legs from his hips.
My whole body felt weak. My legs shook and it was difficult to stand on my own. After the rush of adrenaline, I dreaded his reaction. I didn’t want to hear the words I feared were in his mind.
This was a mistake.
I had a few seconds, while he was busy buttoning up his jeans. The first step was unsteady. He raised his head to look at me. I nearly stumbled at the second step. He opened his mouth to speak and the fear that he would say those words was like a shot of adrenaline through the heart.
I ran back to the bungalow.
To be continued…
I was not proud of what happened.
Mr. Sinclair was too drunk to decide, and I knew it. When he kissed me back, the alcohol on his tongue burned me. I should have stopped, but his body felt too good against mine. His hands on my breasts made me feel like a real woman. The way he nudged my thighs apart with his knee drove away any sanity I might have had. I had been wanting him for too long.
How could I have any restraint when this was the last time I would ever see him?
Even if Diane and I stayed in touch, she wanted to grow up, just like me. To break away from her parents and be her own person. We might meet like two wannabe adults, away from our families. I would never see Mr. Sinclair again. I would never get a chance to apologize to him.
He was a good man. I only hoped he wouldn’t blame himself too much. Ever since I first kissed him, I could see in his eyes the painful determination to deny that he wanted me.
That was my only solace. He did want me. Maybe for him this desire felt wrong, it was against his principles, but it was there. It was real. It escaped from his self-control and he satiated it.
What did he feel now?
Did he want more?
I did.
In the space between wakefulness and sleep, I wanted him again. Worse than before, when all I had was my imagination. Now I had a taste of the real thing. Before, I had wanted him like a dream.
Now I wanted him like a drug.
Next
My Best Friend ‘s Dad
Winter Holiday Erotic Romance
Sarah planned on spending the winter holidays with her parents. She hadn’t counted on them inviting Mr. Sinclair.
From Christmas Eve to the New Year party, she has to be in close proximity of the man she tricked into a drunken one-night stand. And she can’t help wanting more.
If the only way to get rid of temptation is to yield to it, I’m doing it wrong.
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07YRTKWXV
My Best Friend ‘s Dad
Valentine’s Day Erotic Romance
Sarah went home to escape the Valentine’s Day atmosphere. She finds the house empty because her parents went on a romantic long weekend. Home alone, she tries to make the best of it, but when she accidentally starts a fire, the fire sprinkler gets activated and floods the kitchen. Mr. Sinclair shows up to help her, and with the house all to themselves…
For the third time, Sarah gets her way with her best friend’s dad. The third and last time. Or is it?
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07YZNKYBQ
My Best Friend ‘s Dad
The Maid of Honor and the Father of the Bride
Three years after the hottest weekend in her life, Sarah has to face Mr. Sinclair again. It’s her best friend’s wedding and as Diane’s maid of honor, Sarah can’t avoid the father of the bride.
She’d like to believe that she got over her crush. For Diane’s sake, she will not make a fool of herself. She’s pretty sure she can survive the wedding with grace, even if it’s in the Bahamas, where it all started. But what if she can’t? What if her feelings burst full force and she can no longer deny them?
Read Sarah and Paul’s Happily Ever After.
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07Z79XWSW
Author notes
Thank you for reading this story. It was supposed to be a short story ending with the sex scene, but I was so caught up by this couple, I wrote another episode immediately.
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