IOU Sex

Straddling his lap, I sat up and he followed, wrapping his arms around my waist, holding me to him. An intimate gesture that didn’t scare me. Instead, it intensified my breakthrough. One I was clearly meant to have with this man.

“In the grand scheme of things, it’s my fault I lost Seth to Lizzie. Because I changed. I switched from doing what everyone expected me to do, to doing what I wanted to do.”

He listened intently, still not saying anything.

“I know what I want, career-wise. I know I don’t want to be shackled to my family’s ideals and specifications of how I should live my life.”

“And what about love?” he finally asked.

A valid question. In all honesty, I said, “I don’t know. I haven’t thought about it. I guess I just…gave up on it.”

He nodded. “I can understand that.”

Of course he could. Apparently, he’d given up on it too.

“Why do you suppose you’ve stuck it out with me?” I asked as I pushed a thick lock of hair from his forehead. “I mean, we were friends in the beginning and then better friends after the Seth debacle. Closer still, in an intimate way, when we were lovers. And yet, still great friends after I broke it off.”

He sighed. “I don’t know. All I know is that I value our friendship. Relationship. Whatever it is. I care about you. I also want you in my bed.”

“I am in your bed.”

He laughed. “On a more frequent basis.”

“Oh.”

His strong arms unraveled from my waist, and he cupped my face with his hands. “Guess you could say, one man’s loss is another man’s gain.”

Smiling, I said, “Thank you.”

His soft lips grazed mine before we both opened our mouths and his tongue swept over mine. I melted in his arms. He had no trouble at all making me forget tonight’s ruminations and tomorrow’s party. With just a kiss and his hard body pressed to my softer one, I was lost in a passion-induced haze. His skin was hot against mine, and his hands roamed my body, cupping my breasts, then sliding down my sides and around to my ass.

He leaned back against the pillows, breaking our kiss just long enough to rip open the condom package and then roll the latex down his thick shaft as I lifted slightly off his lap. The tip of his penis nudged my opening.

“Easy there,” he said as he gripped my hips.

I shook my head. The need to have him inside my body was no longer something I could deny. I shifted my hips, lowering myself so I could draw him fully into my pussy. He made a sharp hissing sound just as a low moan fell from my lips.

“Mm,” I muttered. Talk about bliss. He thrust up into me, slowly and with long, full strokes. His hands still held my hips, keeping me from quickening the pace.

“You feel so good inside me,” I whispered.

He groaned. “Keep talking.”

He liked when I left prim-and-proper Fiona behind and got dirty in the bedroom. One of the many things he’d taught me about great sex.

“You’re so warm and wet,” he said. “So fucking tight.” I squeezed his cock with my inner muscles and he let out a low growl. “Careful. I’d like to make this last a little longer.”

I smiled, liking how hot I made him. Me. Fiona Carlisle. I leaned forward and kissed him. His hands swept over my ass and cupped the cheeks. He thrust a little harder and a littler faster, his cock stroking my pussy, hitting all the right spots.

Dragging my mouth from his, I said, “You know how I like it.” My hips rocked in time with his.

“Yeah, I do.” He rolled me onto my back in one swift move, our bodies still joined.

He repositioned himself, hooking the undersides of my knees with his forearms and spreading me wide. On his knees for extra leverage, his hips jerked forward and back, pushing his cock deep into my pussy before pulling out slightly and plunging back in.

Hard and fast. Precisely how I wanted it.

Everything inside me lit up like a pinball machine about to hit a high score. I palmed my breasts, squeezing and pushing them together. Then I played with my nipples, rolling and pinching their hard tips as he fucked me.