Dancer in Lingerie (Lingerie 13)

I tilted my head back and pressed my body harder into him, feeling the sweat start to drip down my back. There was so much wetness between us that we slid back and forth without friction.

My clit dragged down his wet length, and my body tightened as the pleasure radiated out from my body. I was surprised by an unexpected crescendo, a climax that made me buck and grind into him harder while he sucked my tits until they were raw. “Bosco…” I didn’t care if it inflated his ego like a balloon. He made me come so easily, and he always made me come so hard. He deserved to hear his name on my lips, listen to the way he pleased me.

He sucked my nipple hard, giving it an aggressive bite as I rode the high down to the bottom. “Fuck, you just got wetter.” He licked the valley between my tits and then leaned back against the couch, his breathing deep and ragged. He reached into the front pocket of his jeans that were still around his knees and fished out a foil packet. He ripped it open and then pulled his cock toward his stomach, his large fingers wrapped around his thick length.

I watched him roll the condom onto his long length, pinching the tip so he had plenty of room to place his load. He kept his eyes on me as he did, strategically getting the rubber in place by feel. When he was ready to go, he grabbed my hips and directed me down his length, his cock pushing through my arousal. He kept guiding me until I contained every inch of his length, his balls right under my ass.

My nails dug into his chest when I felt him, and after the intense climax I’d just had, I was surprised I wanted another. His thickness immediately recharged my batteries, refreshed my body so I could come all over his dick once more. “Make me come again.” I didn’t apologize for my selfishness. The reason we were doing this was because we were both selfish. We just wanted to have good sex, to screw without meaning, not to have to give any explanations.

He thrust up into me, hitting me deep and hard with his massive dick. “Yes, Beautiful.”

After I cleaned up in the bathroom, I pulled on a new thong and then walked into the living room, expecting Bosco to be gone because our fun was over. He’d made me come again, made me scream in his face because the climax was good, and then I’d watched him explode, watched his beautiful jawline become even tighter as he clenched his teeth.

Just watching him come turned me on all over again.

When I returned to the living room, he was on the couch in his boxers, his muscular thighs spread apart as he stared at the low burning fire. His broad shoulders dipped into the couch, and he rested his fingers along his jaw, feeling the stubble under his fingertips.

I’d expected him to be gone by now. “Want some water?”

“I’ll take scotch, if you have it.”

“Actually, I do.” Now that the fun was over, I wanted him to leave my apartment so I could go to sleep, but I didn’t want to be rude. He knew I didn’t want him sleeping over, so he wouldn’t try. I went into the kitchen and poured two glasses before I joined him on the couch.

The corner of his mouth rose in a smile. “I like a woman who has scotch on hand.”

“My father drinks a lot of it. I prefer wine, but sometimes scotch hits the spot.” I took a big drink before I set the glass on the coffee table. When I looked at the fire, I noticed the flames were burning brighter because he’d tossed another log onto the pile.

He drank his entire glass in one gulp before he set it on the table. He leaned back and wrapped his arm around my shoulders, pulling me gently into his side. His eyes glanced down to my tits. “You should dress like this all the time.”

“I thought you would be gone when I walked into the living room.”

“As long as you’re showing off those tits, I’m not going anywhere.” His hand moved into my hair and pulled it off my shoulder, revealing more of the side of my face. For a harsh man, he could be surprisingly gentle.

I grabbed the blanket off the back of the couch and wrapped it around myself, keeping warm in the cold apartment.

He didn’t try to yank it off. “You have a nice place.”

I was sure he lived in a mansion, but it was nice of him to say anyway. “Thanks.”

He kept running his fingers through my hair as he turned his gaze toward the fire. He watched the flames dance around, the gentle cracking and random pops filling the silence of my apartment. The curtains were closed on all the windows, but I knew they were frosted from the cold.