“You are famous under there, aren’t you?” I say, a mocking reprimand in my tone, like I suspect she’s lied to me. Not that I have any right to the truth from her; she’s entitled to her privacy.But even so, something about the strength of my reaction to her has me feeling like secrets are unnecessary between us. On my side, at least. I’d tell her everything about me if she wanted to know it.
She laughs. “No. Not really.”
“So I’m not about to fuck the next Academy Award winner?”
“Definitely not.” A heavy silence spreads between us, which she breaks with a softly mumbled, “Thank you.”
The phrase creeps under my skin, infusing me with a cloying sense of intimacy again. Perhaps I should have fucked her from behind and gone home, because I am not good at this shit. She’s lying here, open for the taking, waiting for me to fuck her, and all I can think about is leaning in to kiss her again.
She pushes up on her forearms and takes me in as I lounge on the bed, resting against the pillows, legs outstretched and dick so hard it aches where it presses against the fly of my suit pants.
Her attention snags on it, and she pushes up a little more and edges closer, cupping it over my pants with one hand. Her touch soothes the ache and simultaneously makes it worse. I need more.
“Holy fuck,” she mutters as her fingers wrap around my girth over the fabric. “I mean.. Itfeltbig, but… fuck. How big is this thing?”
I suppress a smile, resting my hands behind my head, and nudge my dick into her hand with a gentle hip thrust.
She scrambles to her knees, fingers fumbling at my pants like she can’t wait a second longer to find out.
I place a hand over hers. “Take your time. I’m not going anywhere.” She freezes.Shit. Maybe that sounded too serious… toocommittedfor this liaison we’re having. I don’t want to scare her off. “Right now, I mean. I’m not going anywhere until we’re finished. You don’t have to rush.”
She shakes her head, the tiniest smile gracing her mouth as if she’s embarrassed by her own eagerness. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be.”
Her shoulders drop on an exhale, and she begins again, loosening my fly and edging her hand inside my boxers. My stomach swoops as she grips my aching cock. I haven’t been touched like this for far too long and, unable to hold back, I thrust my hips off the bed like I’m trying to fuck her fisted hand.
“No need to rush,” she teases, her eyes sparkling as she takes over the motion, pumping her hand up and down.
I let out a groan, half-desirous, half-ashamed, and her mouth forms the sweetest O shape before curving into a wicked grin. “I knew I picked a good one,” she says. “I could just tell. One look at you and I knew.”
“Knew what?”
“You had a huge dick.”
I chuckle, swiping a hand down my face. This is a fever dream, and if I died in night-sweat-soaked sheets, I wouldn’t care.
She tugs at my pants and briefs, eyes fixed on the bulge beneath. Fuck taking our time, I need to be naked with this woman,now. I lift my hips to help her, but she fumbles—too slow—and I take over. In seconds my pants are flying through the air and landing somewhere on the floor with a clank and thud.Did that look too keen?
Ah, fuck it.
She needs no encouragement to kick off her shoes and slide her dress down her hips, leaving her completely naked and standing at the end of the bed.
Breathing heavily, we stare at one another. She’s all smooth, creamy skin and soft curves. I want to touch hereverywhere.
As I lie back on the bed, propped up with pillows and half-naked, it occurs to me that she has total control here. I’d doanythingto have her. If she chose to walk away, I’d be destroyed.
With one hand, she teases her nipple, rolling the pink bud between her fingertips. Lowering her other hand down the neat strip of hair at the apex of her thighs, she curls her fingers to touch her pussy, moaning as she rubs at herself. Not once does she break eye contact. It’s a private performance just for me, and her sensuous moans travel right to my dick, which leaks a drop of precum in response. I’m so turned on, my entire body throbs. The pleasure of teetering on the edge of explosion is a sensation I’d forgotten existed.
I’ve been burying myself in work and family and forgetting about everything else. Dating women who didn’t move me, about whom I didn’t give a fuck. Repressing every need and hint of desire so I can focus on the next million dollars. The nextbillion.
But here is this gorgeous woman, touching herself right in front of me, reminding me that I’ve neglected a huge part of myself for months. For years.
One night.
But I already know I’m going to want her again. And again. Andagain.
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