That’s right, he told himself. Just concentrate on the sex, the physical element. She makes you feel good in the sack—no, incredible—so stick to that and don’t try to complicate matters. In less than two weeks she’ll be leaving and you’ll never see her again, so forget about it. Have fun, move on.
With that in mind, he straightened his back, relaxed his face into a more genial expression, and knocked on the door. She’d obviously been waiting for him, as she opened up almost instantly.
“Hey,” she said with a smile, standing back to let him in, then closing and locking the door. “Right on time, as always. I like that about you. You don’t keep a girl waiting, nor do you freak her out by turning up early.”
He leaned over and pressed a kiss to her cheek. “It’s not difficult. I don’t have to worry about traffic. All I’ve got to do is walk a few metres up the road.”
She chuckled. “That’s true. But just take the compliment, won’t you?”
“Okay, thanks. Have you had a good day?”
“I have, thanks. I headed to Chatsworth House for the day. Stunning place, and gorgeous gardens, too. Fortunately, those ominous grey clouds kept hold of their contents. I really enjoyed it. What about you?”
“Not nearly so exciting. I did some gardening for my neighbour this morning, followed by a shift at the pub. Then Isaac and I made dinner, and now here I am. So my day gradually got better and better.” He slipped his arms around her waist. “I’m glad you had a good day, though.”
“And I’m glad your day got gradually better. Hopefully I’ll be the highlight.”
He let out a little growl, then nuzzled at her neck. “No ‘hopefully’ about it.”
“Ooh, that so?”
“Yes. Now stop talking and get up those stairs.”
“You don’t want a drink first?”
He gripped her hips and hauled her against his burgeoning erection. “What do you think?”
With a wicked grin, she replied, “Getting up those stairs immediately, sir. Right away.”
She disentangled from his embrace, then scurried across the hallway with him hot on her heels. He reached out and landed a playful smack on her bottom. With a shriek, she ran faster, taking the stairs two at a time and almost stumbling at the top.
By the time he caught up with her, she’d already dashed into her bedroom, drawn the curtains, got her socks and top off, and was working on removing the rest of her clothes.
“Aww,” he drawled, closing the door behind him. “I was kinda looking forward to undressing you.”
Sally dropped her hands to her sides. “You can finish the job if you like.”
“How can a man refuse an offer like that?” After crossing the room in a couple of easy strides, he pulled her into his arms. He slanted his lips over hers, then took her mouth as soon as she opened it, moving his tongue against hers in a rhythmic dance that quickly had them both panting.
He shifted one hand to the middle of her back, pinged open her bra and slid it down her shoulders before tossing it onto the carpet. Then he moved away just a little, without breaking their kiss, and cupped her tits. God, they felt good. Hard nipples already pressed against his palms, warm flesh swelled beneath his touch. Sally really was incredibly responsive. No wonder he so enjoyed having sex with her. She was always so into the moment, so enthusiastic, so fucking sexy. And she was just as into giving pleasure as she was receiving. But, for now, it was his turn to do the giving.
He continued to tweak and pinch her nipples as they kissed, enjoying the moans she made into his mouth and the way she arched her body, pushing harder against him, encouraging him to give her more. Soon, he couldn’t resist—he had to give her what she wanted. After one more kiss, he pulled away and dropped to his knees on the carpet, which brought his face level with her beautiful breasts. He glanced up at her face and smirked when he saw her expression. Already she looked blissed out, her lips wet, swollen and parted, her eyes glazed over and her chest heaving. Perfect.
He poked out his tongue and swept it first over one nipple, then the other, so gently she’d hardly feel it. He repeated the action a couple more times, a laugh building up inside him when she let out a frustrated little growl, not unlike a pissed-off cat. Then, with no warning whatsoever, he closed his mouth around her nipple and sucked as much of her flesh into his mouth as he could. He crept a hand up to keep her other breast occupied as his lips, tongue and teeth tormented the first.
And, boy, did he torment it. He alternated between hard, deep sucks of the plump flesh and light, teasing flicks of his tongue. Occasionally, he’d give her nipple a gentle bite, especially if he thought she wasn’t expecting it. Delighting in keeping her on her toes, he played the game for several minutes until she was writhing and wriggling so much he had to hold her in place to stop her from falling over. Only then did he switch to her other tit, giving it the same luxurious treatment and enjoying it thoroughly.
Eventually, he forced himself to stop. He didn’t want to go too far and make her sore. Not in a bad way, anyway. A dash of good soreness was a delicious reminder of great, satisfying sex. And Matthew hoped that by the time the night was over, both he and Sally would be experiencing just that.
Making sure she was steady enough to stay upright, he released her, then shifted both hands to the front of her jeans, undid the belt and button, then pulled the zip down with deliberate, almost painful slowness. He kissed every inch of skin he exposed—her soft, rounded belly, each of her hips, the very top of her mound, just visible above her skimpy knickers. It took a great deal of willpower not to yank her underwear down and bury his face between her thighs. He very much enjoyed eating her pussy—especially when she came into his mouth, her tangy juices flowing over his tongue. But he’d have plenty of time for that. For now, he’d tease, titillate, torment, until he could take no more—and nor could she.
He continued kissing her body as he tugged down her jeans and helped her to step out of them, even pressing his lips to her feet, which made her giggle. Then he worked his way back up her left leg, across the knee, up the thigh, then gripped the barely-there waistband of her thong between his teeth and dragged it down. She held on to his shoulders, her laughter quickly morphing into a gasp, as once he’d divested her of the thong, he swept her up and dropped her onto the bed.
He stepped back and began to remove his own clothes. Sally watched the entire time, her gaze hungry as it raked his body, her eyes widening as he finally stepped out of his boxers and his cock slapped his lower stomach, ready and raring to go. She tore her gaze away, only to retrieve a condom from her bedside table.
By the time he joined her on the bed, she’d removed the protection from its foil packaging and had the tip pinched between her thumb and first finger, ready to roll it down his shaft.
“My, my,” he said, sliding his hand into the hair at the base of her neck before using it to tug her head back and pepper kisses over her exposed throat, “somebody’s eager.”
A sound that was somewhere between a moan and a giggle escaped her lips. He released her and she moved her head back up and met his gaze. “What can I say? You’ve just teased me for God knows how long, and it’s had the desired effect. Would you prefer me to be only lukewarm at this stage?”
“Are you being cheeky, madam?” His cock lurched. Sexy, horny, and sassy? Christ, he was almost immortal, and this woman was going to be the death of him.
Chapter Twenty-six
Sally’s grin was wide. “Why, do you want me to be?”
“You can be whatever you like, gorgeous, because I’m going to fuck you now. So you’d better hurry up and get that condom on me.”
“With pleasure,” she said, placing her free hand in the centre of his chest and pushing him until he lay flat on the bed, his head on the pillows. Then she shuffled down between his legs and grasped his cock, before pumping it slowly a couple of times.
Matthew grunted. “Christ, woman, roll that fucker on fast.”
“I
can do better than that.”
“You can?” Instead of asking how, he propped himself up on his elbows to see exactly what she had in mind. When he realised what she was about to do, his eyebrows shot up of their own accord. He hadn’t been expecting it, and he’d never had it done to him before—a novelty, given how long he’d been around.
He watched, rapt, as she rolled her lips over her teeth and carefully positioned the tip of the condom between them. Then, steadying herself by laying one hand on his inner thigh, she used her other hand to hold his cock still. After what felt like an age, she lowered her head, touching the rubber to his tip. He held as still as he possibly could—no mean feat, given how damn sexy she was being, how much she was turning him on—as she slowly but surely used her lips and tongue to work the protection down his shaft. It was like receiving a quirky blowjob, and an experience he enjoyed very much.
Once she’d rolled it on as far as possible with her mouth, she pulled away and checked it with her hands, making sure it was safely in place and that she’d not damaged it. By the time she was satisfied, he was fit to burst.
“Everything all right?” he ground out.
Glancing up at him, she nodded. “It’s fine. I was just checking.”
“Well then, get your sexy arse here, now.”
She didn’t seem to take offence at his bossy, demanding tone. Instead, she quickly straddled his waist, rested her elbows at his sides, and presented her face for a kiss. Immediately, he obliged, capturing her lips and sending his tongue to seek out hers. They danced together, fighting, ducking, exploring, caressing.
Matthew slipped a hand between their bodies and sought Sally’s pussy, where he dipped his fingers into her vulva, finding her hot and slick. Ready. That was enough for him—he needed her, and fast. He grasped his shaft and held it steady, while he used his other hand to grip her hips and guide her onto him, all without breaking their kiss.
He continued to plunder her mouth as his cock parted her pussy lips, then breached her entrance. She was so wet and aroused that she stretched easily around him, but her grip was still like a tight fist—delicious.
Satisfied his cock wasn’t going to slip out, he moved his hand to her other hip and pulled her onto him, hard, until he was buried inside her to the hilt. She gasped and dug her teeth into his bottom lip, which set off a chain reaction. The pain of her bite instinctively made him grip her hips harder, which in turn caused her to clench her pussy walls around him. It went on and on, driving them to the point of distraction.
Eventually, Matthew could take no more of the tit for tat. He needed to come. He flipped them over so he was on top, then gave her another breathtaking, toe-curling kiss.
He pulled away and flashed her a wicked grin. “You ready, gorgeous? You’d better hold on tight, because I’m going to fuck us into oblivion.”
“I was born ready,” she shot back, the glint in her eye and seductive smile tugging at her swollen lips telling him just how true that was.
“Okay. Don’t say you weren’t warned.” With that, he made good on his comment, fucking her slowly at first, hitting both their pleasure points, then gradually building up his speed until he was sure that if anyone walked in now, all they would see was a blur. He still held back to a degree, knowing if he truly gave it one hundred percent, Sally would—once she’d got over her multiple orgasms—notice something amiss. He didn’t want to risk it, so he kept his speed and strength within the realms of human capability, and still enjoyed himself thoroughly.
Sally had gripped onto his biceps and was holding on tight. They were bouncing around so much he could barely focus on her face, but he could just about make out her expression was one of pleasure, not pain, so he carried on pounding into her. It felt incredible—so tight the friction was immense, but still slick enough that it was a delicious friction, not the sort that burned.
Squeezing his eyes closed, Matthew concentrated on maintaining the pace. He was vaguely aware Sally had already climaxed once, possibly twice, so he wasn’t worried that he was all about taking and not about giving. They were both having a damn good time.
After a while, even with his superhuman willpower, he couldn’t hold on any longer. His balls boiled and had been ready for release for some time, and he hadn’t let them. Now it was beyond his control. The sensation was just too much. It had overtaken his entire being, every last cell, and he’d long felt as though he was no longer inhabiting his own body—more as if he were floating above it, still experiencing everything, but from outside his skin. It was bizarre and he wasn’t sure he liked it.
He was thrown firmly out of the weird sensation by his orgasm. His entire body tingled and his balls drew sharply up towards his body, then shot cum that felt like molten lava up his shaft into the condom. Despite the fact he and Sally had been fucking frequently, it felt as if he hadn’t come for months. His balls kept on emptying to the extent he was worried he’d overflow the damn rubber. He had barely enough presence of mind to pull out and check—which resulted in a whimper from Sally.
“Shhh.” It came out sounding slurred to his ears, as though he was drunk. Lust-drunk, perhaps. “It’s okay. Just making sure we’re all good in the protection department.”
“Mmm-hmm,” she said, her hand creeping down to her clit.
Having satisfied himself that his cum hadn’t escaped, he slapped her hand away and replaced it with his own. “Hey, you. You want another orgasm, that’s fine by me. But I’ll be the one to give it to you.” He mock-glared and received a dopey smile in response. She shrugged and let her arms fall to her sides.
Centring in on her massively swollen bud, he made sure it was well lubricated with her juices and began rubbing it. It didn’t take long to make her come again—it seemed she’d had so many orgasms she’d be on the knife edge of another for as long as they fooled around. And given the fact his cock was already rising again, he suspected it would probably be another all-nighter.
He’d let her rest first. She was only human. He removed the condom and tossed it into the nearby bin, then scooted up beside her. “Hey,” he said, scooping her gently into his arms. “You all right?”
She nodded, still dopey, and snuggled into his embrace. The fingers of one hand brushed through his chest hair, tugging it lightly as she draped the other arm over his waist, her hand resting on his buttock. She was spent, totally wrung out, and it made him happy and guilty at the same time. He thought she’d had a good time, but had he gone too far?
He brushed damp hair away from her face, kissed the top of her head, then murmured, “You sure? I didn’t hurt you, did I? I know I was a little rougher than normal. It’s just… you drive me crazy. In a good way.” Great, he was babbling now.
With what seemed like a supreme effort, she tilted her head back to look at him. “I’m fine, honestly. I just feel as though I’ve been thoroughly fucked. Fucked into oblivion, actually, which is what you promised. So you have nothing to worry about. Except maybe topping it.”
“T-topping it? You liked it then?”
She frowned and landed a slap on his arse cheek. “Since when did you get all paranoid and need your ego massaging? That was, Matthew Adams, the single most amazing sexual experience of my life. Honestly. I have no reason to lie to you, do I?”
He shook his head. “I guess not. Thank you. It was mind-blowingly incredible for me too.” As he pressed a playful kiss to the tip of her nose, he was overtaken by an urge to kiss her lips. He wanted her all over again, so badly it felt as if he’d never had her before, and certainly not as if they’d literally just finished fucking.
“Christ,” he muttered to himself. “I’m insatiable.”
“You are, but that’s another thing I really like about you. You make me feel very desirable and, more importantly, you follow through on that desire. Each time we fuck, even though it’s utterly satisfying, it makes me want more. I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing, but sex with you is totally addictive.” She giggled, the
n cupped his jaw and stretched up to kiss him.
He growled, pulling her to him once more, his erection nestling against her tummy. “You are very desirable. The most desirable woman I’ve ever met. And I feel the same—about being addicted to sex with you. And I’m not just saying that because you did either. Seriously, feel how hard my cock is!”
“Oh, I can feel it all right,” she said, reaching out and fisting his shaft. “And I think I’ve got somewhere nice and wet for it to go and play. Make sure he’s got a raincoat on, then he can play to his heart’s desire.”
“Really? So soon?”
She rolled over and plucked another condom from the bedside drawer, then tossed it to him. “Really. Now stop waffling and get on with it.”
He raised an eyebrow. God, she was just as insatiable as he was.
Carefully, he tore open the condom wrapper and sheathed his cock. Then he settled onto his back and manoeuvred her on top of him. Her beautiful breasts, tipped with their perfect, pert nipples, soon mesmerised him, and he watched them bounce as she began to ride his cock. Her wetness had dried up a tad in the little break they’d had between bouts of fucking, but it soon came back with a vengeance. Before long, she was saturated again, her juices making his rubber-clad cock shine and his lower stomach and groin sticky. He didn’t mind, though. Far from it—knowing she wanted him just as much as he wanted her was the biggest turn on ever.
As he reached up to play with her jiggling tits, he changed his mind. He didn’t want to use his hands. He wanted to use his mouth. So he sat up, cupped her delectable arse cheeks and began assisting her slide up and down his shaft, leaving his mouth free to tease her nipples. Talk about the best of both worlds. All three, including the tight glove gripping his dick.
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