Perfect Game: A Single Mom & Bad Boy Billionaire Romance
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Neither of us said a word. But I felt him fluctuate and decided to remove myself from that decline. I then turned over and went with an open mouth and ready hands to get more out of Jonathan. He let me, for more than two-minutes. Then stopped. Laid me back down and applied his tongue. My eyes were shut. My hands stayed sweaty because of my nervousness. And my body reacted with twitches and triggers.
Jonathan licked, and I twitched and tried to remain quiet when a tiny flicker of his tongue connected with my clit that erupted and I jolted up and tried to stop him. But he continued to disobey me into a leg-marathon that wouldn’t let up. I was tired as I fought Jonathan for the control of my body. He was winning. “Oh no. You’re going to make me cum!”
The wall knocked. “Jonathan. Quiet down man.” They might’ve thought he was watching porn. But Jon, being the tease that he was, stopped the licking; stroked his own rod; and entered and gave me an encore over-and-over with his hands that caused fingerprints that made me feel like I had the flesh of playdough.
“Are you …” Jonathan couldn’t finish asking me if I was coming. I wasn’t. But he was. The dive went on … the moans reduced. And then his tremors ruptured into a need to see if he was ok? He had collapsed on me, and I stroked the back of his head as he caught up with that heart rate that was competing with my own.
Mine returned. But Jonathan’s own went on. And I was glad that he didn’t come off me. We were comfortable and embarked on the aftermath of a new sexual partner, which included chemistry that I had never felt before since my Marie’s father. I valued, when it came to what next?
The fact that Jonathan made no rush to speak or comment on how good he was? Or cockily declare that he had made me cum when he hadn’t. It was just being at ease with it all. And then finding that the next morning, neither of us wanted to leave the bed. But Steven: my best friend in the world, must’ve gotten drunk, and was the one next to me. And I concluded he must’ve drunkenly climbed into my bed when Jonathan had left.
But the truth was there does come a time when a person needs much more than this? And what I meant when me and Steven went off to find him, was that I needed to face my feelings and let him know that I can’t continue seeing him if Marie wasn’t in the picture.
But when I went down to the play area, and saw Jonathan standing over her with a caring smile. I almost couldn’t believe the words that came next, “I had a long think. And I would like to see a lot more of you.” He gets up and approaches me. “And Marie, if that’s ok with you, Sandy?”
I pecked him on the lips. “Try stopping me. Because I know Marie is going to absolutely love you. Because her mother just can’t get enough of you.”