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Somewhere around midnight, they finally managed to eat dinner.
“I don’t think I’m going to need to go to the gym as often anymore,” she announced, pushing her empty plate into the middle of the table.
“And why is that?” He eyed her from his seat opposite her. She was so goddamned sexy sitting there in a pair of his boxers and one of his t-shirts. His boxers were so big they barely stayed on unless she was sitting, and his shirt was large enough for her to wear as a dress. If he wasn’t so concerned about her ability to walk in the morning, he’d be taking her again right there.
“Because if we’re going to be having this much sex, I won’t need the extra exercise.”
He laughed and rose to refill her wine.
“All I can say is, I thoroughly enjoy watching you come. I had no idea you knew so many curse words.” Her face turned crimson. She almost never swore. It was one of the biggest differences between her and the other bikers’ girls, and he loved it. A girl shouldn’t talk like a guy. In the throes of passion, however, the words she gasped, screamed, and cried out could put any trucker, sailor, or seasoned biker to shame. One thing was for sure—he truly enjoyed seeing her reactions in bed.
“Well, I had no idea I could orgasm so many times,” she replied, taking a long drink of wine. He chuckled. “Seriously. Most of the time, I was lucky to have even one. I got really good at faking it.” She rose from her chair and padded over to him. Inserting herself between the table and him, she straddled his legs and sat on his lap. “Lucky for me, that won’t be a problem anymore.” One nail scored a path down the middle of his chest, and his cock immediately twitched to life.
“I should never have told you how much I like that.”
“Newsflash, Jase. I would have figured it out sooner or later. Especially from the way you reacted when I dug into your back earlier.”
He grinned. He’d have to wear t-shirts at the gym from now on, but it was totally worth the trade-off.
The hand attached to that nail continued down to stroke his cock, pulling him through the opening in his boxers. His head fell back against the top of the chair, and she shifted herself up. Pushing the leg of her boxers to the side, she sank down onto him.
“Jesus.” She paused for a moment before she began riding him. “Have I mentioned how amazing you feel inside me?” He slid his hands under the shirt and captured her breasts, tweaking the nipples. Her head dropped back and she moaned.
“Have I mentioned how amazing it feels to be inside you?” he countered. And it did. He’d almost died when she told him to take her sans condom. Really feeling her around him…he’d almost lost it on the first stroke, like a freaking newbie. Every time she orgasmed, and those muscles clamped down on him, it was wonderful. She was wonderful.
“Goddamn, this angle is so fucking amazing.”
His face split into a grin. “My new mission in life is to make you curse every day.” He pushed the shirt up to expose her breasts. Goosebumps appeared when the cold air hit her heated skin. Taking a nipple into his mouth, he caught it between his teeth and teased her.
“Shit! Oh God, Jason…fuck!” Her nails sank into his forearms and she fell back across the table, gasping for breath. “Sorry,” she said. “We’ve got to remember to try this again upstairs. This table is killing my lower back.”
“So sit up.”
“I can’t. I can’t move. I think you broke me.”
He laughed as he pulled her into his arms. “You started this one, baby,” he said, his hands on her hips rocking her back and forth.
“Oh God,” she whimpered. Every stroke rubbed her clit along his shaft, teasing her toward another orgasm. He pushed her harder, faster, and she shrieked when it hit. His sac tightened and he pulled her down, driving into her, filling her, sending her over again. Her spasms milked every last bit of cum out of him.
Their bodies still joined, they sat gasping for air, foreheads pressed together.
“I love you, Sarah.”
“I love you, too, Jason.”
“So when can I move your stuff in?”
She laughed. “When do you want to start?”
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