Fat Cat Liar

“No?”

“No.” She lets out a low, slow moan that sends my blood rushing south.

I try to push us apart, but she surges up, throwing her arms around my shoulders and lowering her forehead to mine. “Just feel, Lawson. Stop thinking and feel.”

“I feel everything, straight in my dick, which is screaming at me to get inside you.”

“Then I’m doing it right.”

“You always do it right. That’s why I need to get you naked.”

She sweeps her lips back and forth across mine. “I swear it’ll be worth it.”

“Everything about you is worth it.”

“Then trust me on this. Stop thinking about what’s ahead and let the anticipation grow.”

It’s my turn to thrust my hips into hers. “It’s grown. Don’t you feel it?”

“I do, it’s hard and thick, the heat radiating through your jeans. I’m soaked thinking about the way it stretches me every time you slide inside. I’ll tell you when to take over.”

The picture pops vividly in my mind, and I grit my teeth to stop from flipping her onto her back and shredding our clothes off.

She continues her assault, keeping her eyes locked with mine. The air thickens with sexual tension as the coiling in my gut tightens. The friction is almost too much to handle.

“Stop thinking so much and enjoy it,” she repeats.

I close my eyes, unable to hold her stare, and do as she says. Then I start to feel it. The peaks of her nipples poke into my chest, the scent of her arousal fills the room, and the warm breath of her panting coats my face.

Anticipation isn’t nearly strong enough to describe what she’s doing to me. Filthy and erotic thoughts run rampant through my mind until I’m more worked up than I’ve ever been in my entire life. I open my eyes to find her staring intently, the green of her eyes now gleaming. As if she can tell I’m about to lose my mind, she presses her lips back to mine.

“Now,” she whispers.

In a flash, I have us both naked and her pinned underneath me. She locks her ankles around my back, and I plunge inside her wet heat, sinking all the way in one stroke.

The single movement sets her off, and she screams into the room, arching her back off the bed and trembling around me. Her pussy clenches tight, and I groan at the sight below me. She doesn’t stop moaning, chanting my name, thrashing, and crying out in pleasure as I pound into her.

I try to hold back, but it’s no use. My balls start to throb, and I give her one last thrust before I explode, pouring myself deep inside her. Sweat rolls down my neck and chest as I convulse, my whole body shaking.

Electric shockwaves shoot through my veins as I try to come back down from the greatest sexual high I’ve ever experienced. My chest heaves, fighting for breath, and when I can finally open my eyes, I find Greer grinning seductively.

“Jesus, what was that?”

“Well, I don’t know about you, but I just had the best sex of my life.”

“Can you even call that sex?”

“If you have to ask, maybe we need to try it again.” She wiggles her hips, and my still hard cock lurches inside her.

I hiss at the sensation, and she giggles.

“Come here.” She reaches for me, and I lower myself, bracing on my elbows, careful not to crush her. “I’ve always wanted to try that, but I’ve never found anyone I trusted to experiment with.”

The thought of her experiencing anything sexual with anyone else sends a surge of red-hot jealousy through me. “No one else will ever fucking get the chance to, either,” I growl.

She rolls her eyes and places a hand on my cheek, running her thumb across my lips. “One summer, Jenny, Bessie, and I took a human sexuality course for fun. Our professor at MIT carried her Ph.D. in Human Anatomy, Chemistry, and Biology to name a few. She was also a sex coach on the side, teaching couples that had lingering troubles in their intimate lives. She taught a class on the peak of anticipation and how it can enhance the climax to the point of multiple orgasms and ultimate pleasure. So many people rush into the act of sex without giving thought to how a certain level of build-up will actually increase the endorphins—”

I cut her off by crashing my mouth to hers, unable to control the new desire building. The picture of her earlier replays in my head, with her words ringing in my ears. I’m turned on and ready to go again.