I gripped her ass and grabbed each cheek, my fingers digging deep into her flesh. She had a mirror on the opposite wall so I could see her figure in the reflection. I pulled her cheeks apart so I could look at her asshole. Then I started to guide her up and down, showing her exactly how I wanted her to make me come.
She balanced herself on the balls of her feet, moved herself up and down at the pace I set. It was an athletic thing to do, to use her legs in that way, but she was so conditioned she could do it and only become slightly out of breath. Her palms flattened against my chest for balance, and she rose and lowered, taking me to the tip before bouncing back down to the base of my cock.
I released her ass and folded my hands together behind my neck, watching her do all the work.
She was a good lover because she showed her appreciation for all my hard work. She got hot and sweaty, worked her ass off to fuck me with equal measure after she had her climaxes. It didn’t matter how long it took or how exhausted she became, she kept going until I was done.
My kind of woman.
I watched her perfect figure move up and down, her tits shaking because she moved so fast. She was in such phenomenal shape, such a strong and limber woman.
I felt a spark of pleasure begin in my hands and feet before it moved to my core and made me burn. It was a whole different way to experience an orgasm when all I had to do was sit there and enjoy it. I could sense every single rise of pleasure, every subtle change, and I could anticipate the explosion before it happened.
At the moment of release, I grabbed her hips and pulled her down, making sure every inch of my dick was deep inside her as I came. I looked into her eyes as I finished, exploding inside the pussy I’d been thinking about for a long time. I built up these thoughts in my head, assuming our sex would be unreal, that it really would be as combustible as our fights. But I’d feared that I might be disappointed, that it would never live up to my fantasy.
Fuck, was I wrong.
When I was finished, I relaxed against the headboard, staring at the beautiful brunette on my lap. When I’d gone to the bar that night, I hadn’t known what would happen. When I approached her table, I wasn’t sure if she’d want to talk to me. Instead, she was all over me like I was her man.
I felt like her man.
She gave me a sexy kiss before she rolled off me and onto the sheets. She was warm and sweaty, so she kept her distance to let her body cool down.
I went to her bathroom and cleaned off, adding another used condom to the bin where all my others lay. I splashed cold water on my face then dried off with a towel before I returned to the bedroom.
She finally seemed satisfied because her eyes were closed like she was ready for sleep.
I looked at the time on her nightstand and saw it was five in the morning.
I could go home and she probably wouldn’t stop me, but I wanted to stay. I got in bed beside her and lay back on the pillow, my dick a little sore from all the fucking. I stared at the ceiling and listened to her breathe.
She suddenly moved toward me across the bed, half asleep. Her face rested on my shoulder, and her arm hooked around my waist. She snuggled into me like I wasn’t just someone one-night stand, but a very special man.
My arm lay over hers, and I turned my face toward her so I could smell her hair, smell the scent of her shampoo mixed with sweat, sex, me.
Then I went to sleep.
Her kitchen was still stocked with groceries even though it’d been six weeks since I put most of the stuff there. She must’ve been using the money I left for her to keep her kitchen stocked. I’d given her way more cash than she needed, but I did that on purpose and hoped she would use it to take care of herself. I made French toast and bacon, the kitchen smelling like breakfast time.
Just as I finished, Sleeping Beauty came from her bedroom, wearing silk pajama shorts and a shirt that barely covered her sexy skin underneath. The swell of her breasts was visible, and hard nipples poked through the fabric like they were desperate to burst through her shirt and into my mouth. She ran her fingers through her hair, yawned, and her sleepy eyes were only partially open. “What are you doing?”