Weekend Wife (Sassy in the City 1)

“What do you see?” she asked, before biting her bottom lip in a way that made my cock harden even more inside her.

Leah’s legs squeezed tighter around me and her eyes were glazed. Her nails were pressing hard into my flesh and her entire body was arching up toward me, questing more.

“I see a woman who is about to come. Either that or she’s an incredible actress.”

“Oh, I’m an amazing actress,” she said, her voice breathy. “But… I am about to come. You’re right about that.”

She squeezed her eyes shut briefly as she panted, then she opened them and locked eyes with me. “Oh, God, Grant…”

I both felt it and saw it the moment she went over the edge. Her inner passage gave a little squeeze to my cock and her mouth flew open on a sharp cry.

It was a total turn-on and had me following right behind her.

I thrust harder, faster, until I was gritting my teeth. Her twin bed was creaking as I exploded.

Damn. It was intense, and super fucking satisfying. I let out a deep sigh as I came to a rest, leaning my weight a little on Leah.

“That was fun,” she said.

I nodded. “To understate it, yes. That was definitely fun.” I ran my thumb over her lip before giving her a soft kiss. “You’re amazing.”

“You’re enjoyable yourself.”

Rolling off of her, I tried to find a place to go but the bed was too small. I was on my side but there was nowhere for my arm to lie but right over her chest. My leg was crushing hers. And I could basically eat her ear if I wanted to. It was hot in the tiny room and I wasn’t going to last long in this position. The intimacy of sex retreated to crowded, but it was more amusing than annoying. “This bed was not made for two people.”

Since my hand had nowhere to go but on her tit, I teased at her nipple just because I could.

She actually picked my hand up and moved it off of her nipple and down onto her stomach. My wrist twisted at an awkward angle. I didn’t want to move too soon to get out of the bed and look like a complete dick, but this was not enjoyable cuddling. It was like trying to spoon in a car trunk.

“Grant.”

“Yes?”

“You need to get off of me. I’m so freaking hot right now.” She gave my arm a gentle but firm shove. “Seriously, get off.”

I gave a laugh. “Damn. No problem. But there is nowhere for me to go, you do realize that. I’m crammed against the wall. So you have to get out of bed first or I’ll have to climb over top of you and if I do that, you’re going to find yourself with me inside you again.” There was no way I could slide over her soft and sexy body and not want another taste.

“I’m not opposed to that.”

I liked the sound of interest in her voice. “I thought you were hot. And you wanted me off of you,” I said.

“Don’t twist my words around. Those are two totally different things.” Then she picked my hand up yet again and returned it to her nipple.

That was all I needed to get hard again. I wasn’t sure how the hell I was going to do a condom switch though. I’d have to fish my pants off the floor and that might risk shattering the mood. Besides, I was ninety-five percent sure that had been the only condom I had. Not as prepared as I would like to think I was. I decided to just focus on getting Leah off again. That would be satisfying as hell.

I gave her a slow kiss as I shifted over top of her. “How is this? Are you getting hot?” Skimming my hand down her soft naked body, I eased a finger inside her. She let out a little sigh of pleasure.

“I’m very hot. And if I’m going to be this hot, I might as well have an orgasm.”

“Sounds efficient to me.” I watched her face as I stroked, testing what angle and speed brought out the most positive reaction from her. Leah was expressive, which wasn’t surprising given her chosen career path.

It was easy to see when I hit the sweet spot. Her back arched, her hips fell apart, and she gasped, her eyes widening. “Very, very hot…” she murmured.

Working with a steady rhythm, I moved in and out of her, retreating to skim her clit, enjoying the way she started to move her hips in harmony with my finger.

“I thought…” she said, words trailing off as she reached for me, trying to find my cock. “You were…”

“I don’t have another condom.”