“Oh, please, please, please,” I begged. “Please don’t stop.”
He didn’t. He continued working me into a frenzy. Then, he inserted his fingers, and I thought I was going to die right then and there.
I gripped his hair and pushed on his head. “Wait, wait, wait,” I panted.
His head shot up, and his eyes were full of concern.
“You’re about to make me come.”
He grinned. “Yeah, that’s what I was trying to do.”
“I want to come while you're fucking me,” I quickly explained, hoping I hadn’t ruined the moment.
His grin morphed into a sly smile. “Wish granted,” he said and carried me to my room.
He tossed me onto my bed and removed his shirt before he moved over me. While he sucked on my nipples, he circled my clit with his fingers before sliding them back inside me. I couldn’t take much more.
“Please take your pants off and fuck me,” I blurted and tried to scoot away from him.
I felt him grin against me, followed by the wonderful sound of his pants coming off.
“Condom?” I asked.
He held up one for me to see before ripping it open and rolling it down his shaft. I widened my legs, and thankfully, he didn’t tease me. He lined himself up and thrust inside in one fluid movement.
“Yes!” I groaned. “Oh, fuck yes.”
He moved with precision, hitting all the right spots.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he said, pumping into me.
I was too far gone to formulate words. It was all I could do to hold on and enjoy the ride.
But I couldn’t hold on for long. Suddenly, the orgasm that had been building reached its peak, and pleasure rippled through my body. All the while, Coal continued moving, wringing every possible ounce of pleasure from me. Then, he flipped me over, pulled my hips back as he entered me, and set to work finding his own release.
He dropped to the bed beside me, and I rolled over to face him. “That was,” I started but trailed off, unable to find the right words.
“Yeah, it was,” he said and gently kissed my lips.
8
COAL
After that night, Aspen and I spent most of our free time together. I couldn’t get enough of her, and it seemed she felt the same way about me. Even though it’d only been a few weeks, we’d become very comfortable with one another. So much so that I’d given her a key and the alarm code to my house, and she’d given me hers.
I went to Aspen’s house after work like I usually did on the days I was scheduled to close the gym. When I arrived, I walked to the front door to let myself in and saw another package sitting on her front porch.
“Special delivery,” I said after closing the door behind me.
“Are you serious?” she asked in disbelief and took the box from my hands. “This is getting ridiculous.”
I had to agree with her. A box addressed to S.M. Gal had shown up at her house at least four times. Each time, she returned it to the post office, then another box would show up. After the last time, she thought it might be the same package and used a blue permanent marker to color a small circle on the bottom.
“Is it the same one?” I asked.
“Yes!” she said and pointed to the blue circle. “Why do they keep sending this back to me?”
“I guess because it has your address on it.”