by Dena Garson
It didn’t take long before I was hanging on the edge of oblivion. Noel knew exactly when to slow my ascent, making me want him more. Finally he dropped to his knees and pulled one of my legs over his shoulder so he could have full access to my core. The leg I was standing on nearly gave way when he spread my pussy lips and thumbed my clit. Noel certainly knew how to lick and suckle in all the right places. Before I knew it, my legs began to tremble and I was crying out my release.
Thankfully Noel caught me when my legs gave out so I didn’t collapse into a heap on the mat. Even after that mind-blowing orgasm, I still wanted to feel him inside me.
“Please tell me that you have a condom somewhere nearby,” I said between pants.
“Shit.” He jumped up and ran toward the back office. “Don’t go anywhere,” he shouted over his shoulder.
As if.
I heard the sound of a package ripping as he all but ran back to me. By then I’d recovered enough to sit up, so I held out my hand for the condom. “Can I do that?” I asked, anxious for a reason to touch him.
“I’m not sure I could do it right now anyway,” he said with a laugh as he dropped the package into my hand.
I smiled what I knew must be a very satisfied, feline smile and quickly rolled the thin membrane into place. Just to make sure he was still in the game, I took his now-encased cock into my mouth, paying extra attention to the sensitive underside with my tongue.
“Dammit, you are good at that,” he whispered harshly as he pulled his cock out. He dropped to the floor and kissed me thoroughly once more. “But that’s not how I wanted to finish this.”
He pressed me back onto the mat, keeping most of his weight off as his fingers worked my still-drenched clit into another frenzy.
“Please, Noel—” I wanted to beg him to finish what he had started again.
“God, I hope you’re close,” he rasped into my ear as he shifted position so his cock was pointed at the entrance of my pussy. “Because I can’t wait anymore.”
Finally he was filling me. Instinctively I wrapped my legs around his hips, drawing him even farther inside. The solid feel of his chest rubbing against my breasts as he moved in and out was more than I could take. The familiar rush of orgasm flooded my senses and I arched farther into Noel’s embrace.
My release must have triggered his because next thing I knew his head was resting on my shoulder as we both tried to catch our breath. I’m not sure how long we lay there but he didn’t seem to be in a big hurry to move. I certainly wasn’t. Eventually the pounding of both of our hearts slowed to a normal pace and Noel shifted his weight off to one side.
“Sorry. I hope I wasn’t smashing you.”
“No, you weren’t.” A tremor ran through me, making me shiver.
“Are you cold?” He sat up and looked around the room. “I can grab your shirt if you need it.”
I smiled at his show of concern or perhaps his display of nerves. I wasn’t sure which it was. “I’m fine, really. I think it was just aftershocks.”
He smiled then rolled over so he was lying over most of me, enveloping me in his warmth again. “That was a pretty good one, wasn’t it?”
“Hmmm,” I purred my agreement. “Yes, it was.”
“This floor isn’t very comfortable.” Noel lifted his head and looked around the room at our surroundings. “But the mirrors add a nice touch now that I think about it.” When he looked back down at me, he had a cheesy leer on his face.
Laughter bubbled up and made me realize how much I missed having that special connection with a man.
He kissed me quickly on the mouth, making a loud smacking sound. “I need to dispose of this.” He looked down at the condom. “Why don’t you find all of our clothes and we’ll go get something to eat.”
“Uh…not to complain, but a shower would be nice,” I added hesitantly, unsure what he had in mind for the rest of the night. Was this just a nice interlude for him and it would never happen again? Or was it too much to hope that he wanted to see me again? Outside of the gym, that is.
He stood then reached down to help me up as well. He pulled me into his arms and began nibbling on my neck, making my legs go weak once more. “I was thinking we could grab some takeout and eat it at my place. We could take a shower or a bath there.” He pulled back where I could see his playful grin. “Or both if you don’t have to be up early tomorrow.”
I smiled in anticipation of the possibilities. “I think I could go in to work a little late tomorrow.”
About Dena Garson
Dena Garson loves to read romance—the hotter the better. When one of her BFFs said “one of us should be writing this stuff”, she took up the challenge. If she isn’t writing, she’s designing jewelry but somehow she still manages to make it into the office on a regular basis.
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Working It All Out
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