Joey lifted her knees and splayed them open.
“I like that,” she said.
“Good angle?” He pushed in again, pulled out, pushed in and in...
“I like that you called me babe.”
“I liked that you liked it.”
“We’re a good team.”
“Yes, yes, we are.”
Chris shifted so that he was on his knees and hands and could move his hips more freely. He rolled his pelvis against hers, not pulling out but staying inside her as he moved. Her clitoris needed as much attention as her vagina and at this angle he could graze that sensitive skin with every thrust. Joey gasped as he hit in just the right spot.
“You liked that.”
“I did...” she breathed. “Do it again...”
“Say the magic word.”
“Please?”
“That’s the magic word.”
He shifted again and thrust. Once more she gasped, twitched, shuddered and moaned. In high school she seemed so untouchable, so young and innocent. Didn’t stop h
im from having obscene sexual fantasies about her, but even back then he hadn’t believed they’d ever come true. But this woman was made of passion. This was a woman who adored sex. There was no faking pleasure like this. He could see it in her eyes, in the way she looked up at him under the veil of her eyelashes. And her wetness was incredible. Her inner muscles clenched around him with each thrust. She was enjoying this. Maybe as much as he was—but he wouldn’t bet money on it.
Chris bent his head to suck her nipples again. They felt perfect in his mouth. Her breasts were his ideal—not too big, not too small, a perfect handful with reddish-brown nipples he couldn’t get enough of.
“You’re a breast man, aren’t you?” she asked, her voice hardly a whisper.
“I am,” he readily confessed. “Ass is nice, but tits are the tits.”
“Don’t make me laugh while you’re fucking me. I once laughed a guy right out of my vagina.”
“I dare you to try. I’m not going anywhere. I’m in and I plan on staying...” He thrust in deep. “Right.” He thrust in deeper. “Here.” He thrust in as deep as he could go before pulling out again to the tip.
“So good.” Joey wrapped her legs around him, tucking them against his sides and resting her heels on his back. “Kira says it takes six months at least to rebound from a bad breakup.”
“You want me to fuck you for the next six months?”
“Solid,” she said. “Non stop.”
“I don’t know if one condom’s going to last six straight months. Better go to Costco.”
“That’s what oral is for.”
“If you think I wouldn’t spend half a year eating you out, you don’t know me.”
“I don’t know you. Not anymore. But I’m enjoying getting to know you.”
“A pleasure to make your reacquaintance, Joey Silvia.”
“The pleasure is all mine...”
Joey raised her head and kissed his naked shoulder. It was a small thing but felt so good he swore an electric current passed from her lips to his shoulder all the way down to his toes and back up to his cock. She kissed his shoulder again, licked and bit it. She liked his shoulders. She liked his body. He could tell because she couldn’t seem to stop touching him. Her hands wandered down his arms, down his back, up his sides and his neck and over his chest. She kissed him everywhere she could reach. He had to block out the pleasure of her touches and kisses as he fucked her or he would come in the next fifteen seconds when he wanted to last another fifteen minutes at least. Or another fifteen hours. Fuck it, he’d stay in her the next fifteen weeks. Who needed to work when he had a girl like this willing to spread for him?