Sweet Satisfaction

“Watch me fuck you, Natalia .”

Her head jerked up as I positioned myself and drove inside her with a shudder that ripped through my body .

We both groaned at the intensity of the angle. She held the barre while I pumped in and out of her from behind. Watching her eyes, her nipples, her slice of paradise, dripping wet from wanting me .

I looked down. My hands gripped her just above her round ass. I could see every time my shaft withdrew, then was lost inside her again. I fucking loved it. I could watch this all night .

Nothing had felt like this. Nothing was this fucking hot. Her hands slapped the mirror as I reared back and thrust with sudden force, pushing her forward .

“Sam, it’s so intense. I have to come. Please let me. Please .”

I wanted to give her everything she wanted. And if she wanted to come on my dick, she was going to come hard .

I reached in front of her and began to flick over her clit with my fingers, feeling her squeeze my cock with powerful strength .

“Oh yes,” she screamed. “Yes, like that.” Her hips moved wildly and I knew we had both lost control .

“You’re mine, Natalia. I’m not stopping. You’re mine .”

I was going to come inside her and I couldn’t stop it. There was no time to grab a condom or pull out. I wasn’t going to do that. I needed to fill her and make her mine. I buried myself with a final thrust as we came together, gasping for air, clinging for balance. I watched in the mirror as her eyes burned into mine .

I unleashed everything I had inside her, feeling my belly relax as the orgasm pumped through my limbs. I slid my dick from her and kissed her back, which was damp with sweat .

“You are so fucking amazing.” I twirled her into my arms, crushing her lips against mine .

“I’ve never done that,” she whispered. “But God I’ve wanted to .”

I laughed. “We can do that as many times as you want .”

Her palms locked around my neck. “Welcome back to Austin.” She reached up to kiss me and I took her lips .

Twenty-Two

Natalia

“T he shower is ready,” I called out to the living room. Sam was on the phone. He looked annoyed. I hadn’t seen that kind of scowl on his face before .

“Sorry,” I mouthed. I pointed to the bathroom door so he would know I was going to jump in .

I couldn’t help but pause when I heard him say, “Don’t ever call me again. I mean it.” I strained my ears in his direction. It was none of my business, but I’d never heard him sound so angry before .

“I told you. I’m not going to do it. I don’t care what happened or why,” he seethed .

I felt guilty for listening much longer. Maybe it was a reporter begging for a story about him. I had a feeling it was more personal than that. Maybe it was the anger in his tone, or the way he was trying to shield the call from me. I tiptoed away and headed for the bathroom, trying to focus on what we had shared .

I’d had a dozen fantasies about the mirrors in my studio. They mostly came to me in the middle of the night when I was asleep, and would rouse me with wicked thirst for something I knew I couldn’t have. Until now .

Watching Sam’s eyes as our bodies aligned. As he moved inside me. It sent a shiver through my body. I was still tingling. It was erotic. It was the hottest thing I’d ever done in my life. Each time we were together topped the last time. Not that it was a contest. I didn’t want to have to out-best our sex life. But holy hell, it was amazing .

I stepped into the shower and let the water wash over me. We hadn’t had the safe sex discussion either, but as I soaped up, I was reminded we hadn’t used a condom. I was on birth control, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t sleeping with an AFA player .

When was the right time to have this discussion? Probably before I let him come inside me. I turned the water up, making the steam rise over the glass door .

Sam walked in. “Sorry, I had to take that .”

“Everything okay?” I asked .

“I don’t want to talk about it. Actually, I want to forget that call ever happened,” he grumbled .