So she rode him. Hard, desperately, taking complete control of how fast and how intensely he entered and filled her. When orgasm began to reappear, she clawed into his shoulders again, thrusting herself back onto his cock while her clit grazed his abdomen and the soft hairs growing right beneath it. Ken timed his upward thrusts to meet her downward ones.
Ah… there it was. It had been a false alarm last time. Ken hadn’t been on the verge of coming back then. He was on the verge of coming now. So happened that Lana was relaxed enough to take whatever she damn well pleased in her tight cunt.
“I’m gonna come,” she announced. Her breasts were pushed in front of her arms, and her hands reddened Ken’s chest from how hard they pushed against his skin. “Fuck me until you come too. Don’t stop. Don’t…”
Damn, another one clobbering her in the back of the head.
Lana didn’t know what the hell she said when orgasm first broke, but she didn’t care. She doubted it was coherent anyway. Just a mess of sexual curses that implored her to impale herself on this man’s cock and take everything he had. Mine, mine, all mine, everything related to this cock is mine. The man, the rigidity, the seed coursing through his cock and doing its damndest to fill her up. All of it. Ken belonged to her. Maybe not outside of this bedroom, but certainly in this moment, in her bed.
She would make sure he knew that he was hers. Her nails scratched his skin, leaving claw marks down his chest.
Lana’s euphoria lasted longer this time, but it was a sweet paradise she lived in. The satisfaction she felt, not only physical, brought her slowly down from the deepest parts of her mind and let her rejoin Ken in the here and now. After letting out a laugh of carnality, she fell forward, covering Ken’s face in girlish kisses. He grabbed her ass, pushing aside the hem of her skirt in favor of feeling nothing but skin against his.
They remained like that, Lana hovering above him and offering kisses that carried a wind of familiarity. How much time passed? Lana didn’t know. Perhaps it was an hour. Perhaps it was ten minutes. All she knew was that Ken did not topple her off him until he was good and ready to leave her body.
“You’re amazing, Ms. Losers,” he said with a husky post-coitus voice.
She chuckled in his arms. “That was worth not getting to work with you.”
He neither agreed nor disagreed. He kissed her instead, quite pleased with what they both managed to accomplish that night.
***
Lana awoke to a sunny New York morning after a fitful night of sleep in Ken’s arms. Or at least she assumed she spent most of the night wrapped around him. Hard to tell when a girl conked out faster than a truck with a busted motor.
Also hard to tell when a girl woke up alone.
Not surprising, though. Her clock said it was almost ten in the morning, and there were at least two voicemails from Roger on her little Nokia clamshell phone. Lana held the phone to her ear and listened to her boss ask her where the fuck she was… they had a brunch to get to.
Ken undoubtedly had other important things too. More important than spending the morning with his conference lay. Whatever. Lana had been enthralled with him last night. Today was a new day. She would get over him by the end of the conference.
Or so she told herself until she rolled over on her other side and saw a folded card sticking up on the nightstand. A brand new conference pass – with her correct name and agency, no less – was beneath it.
“I took the liberty of having your makeshift nametag replaced. Although I’ll miss the rabbit. See you around, Miss Bunny. Perhaps we’ll chat again before the conference ends.”
Ken had elegant handwriting. Not quite cursive, but more slanted and tied together than print. Every letter was distinct, with large capital letters starting every word and smaller capital letters following. Lana flopped onto her back, holding the card above her face and smiling at her lover’s penmanship. Maybe she would keep it as a souvenir of their night together.
“Yeah, Mr. Andrews,” she said with a yawn. “I’ll see you around.” Now, what should she wear to the second day of the conference?