She peered up at me as she lay waiting, leaning back on the modern cushions of the sleek couch, her knees up, her legs spread, her lush breasts begging to be free of the black lace bra that accented them so perfectly. The glistening flesh at the apex of her thighs waiting for me to bury myself inside. I was so driven by desire I was afraid I’d come before I even entered her.
“If I come inside you, will you steal my soul?” I asked coming down on top of her and into her waiting arms. If she would have said yes, in that moment, I would have sacrificed it willingly.
A small smile curved her mouth but when I used one hand to move the head of my cock along her slick folds her head turned to the side, her fingers slid up my arms and her heels hooked into the back of my thighs. She was pulling me closer, her hips arching to mine. This was the moment I’d been fantasizing about.
“Uhhhh,” she cried as I nudged inside. She was hot, wet, tight, and in one smooth thrust I was inside her. “Mmmmm,” she moaned as I began to move inside her. I wasn’t gentle as my hips thrust fast and hard as I drove into her again and again. “Yes, Jax… Oh, God.” I could feel her walls tense and squeeze around me and then release every time I pushed into her and pulled out. It was heaven, like we were two pieces of one puzzle, made for fucking each other; it was that fantastic.
“Jesus Christ,” I said, dropping my head to her shoulder. She met me thrust for thrust and the magnificent and delicious pressure began to build as I slid in and out of her. I was close to coming, lost in my abandon, so I slowed my strokes and bent to kiss her. “It’s so good.” My words were deep and guttural before my mouth began to tease and taste hers. I used my tongue in her mouth the way my cock was working inside her pussy, echoing the rhythm.
Normally, I was the king of control, but I felt like I’d wanted her forever and now finally, she was here, beneath me, and it was more than I could have ever imagined. I pushed in as deep as I could and held, willing myself not to come. I wanted this to last more than a few minutes. The slow squeezes around my cock continued. “Addison,” I breathed. “Don’t.”
Her hips arched up and she squeezed again. Even without the thrusts, I was teetering on the edge. Her teeth pulled on my lower lip. “Fuck me,” she said softly. “I’m almost there. Don’t stop.”
Her sweet voice, begging me to fuck her was the trigger that set my hips in motion again; albeit against my will. I tried to move slowly, but her hands pushing my boxers and pants down my ass communicated her needs. One of her hands raked down my back as the other clasped around my butt, pressing me forward. I didn’t want to overthink it; I couldn’t. I just had to lose myself in her succulent body.
My hands cupped her head and I buried my face in her neck and pumped into her. She gasped and met my movements.
“Oh, yes, that’s it. Uhnnnnn, mmmm.”
When I felt the spasms of her orgasm begin, I let myself fall off the edge with her. My balls tightened and I exploded inside her in three long spurts, hooking her leg with one elbow I kept moving. Her body kept working mine, her hips moving and milking me for every drop.
I inhaled deeply, willing my breathing to return to normal.
Addison crossed her legs around my hips, and I raised my head to gaze down into her face. Even in the dim light I could see the flush of pleasure warm the skin of her cheeks. Her hair was messed up from my hands, and I brushed it back, using both hands to graze her high cheekbones. She was stunning and I was in awe.
“Wow,” I murmured, brushing her nose with mine, then placed a soft kiss on her open mouth. She squeezed around my dick again and I chuckled softly. “You surprised me.”
“Really?” Her hand lifted and threaded through my hair, pushing it off of my forehead and away from my temple. “How?” Her eyes were soft and filled with satisfaction and something else I couldn’t place.
I offered a lazy smile. “Just… how honest you were in your needs.” It was a huge turn on combined with the soft allure that seemed innate to her. It was refreshing to be with someone who, despite her lack of experience, was so vocal. “I loved it.”
She inhaled and her expanding chest reminded me that I was still on top of her.
“The sex was incredible, but this feels easy. Doesn’t it?”
“Uh-huh.”
I didn’t want to move because while she had told me what she needed during sex, she seemed pensive now that it was over. I didn’t want to pull out, but I knew if I stayed where I was, we’d have a mess all over my leather couch.
“I’m going to get a towel,” I said easing out of her and grabbing the end of my dick to try and catch any errant fluid. I pushed myself up and hurried up the stairs into the bathroom off my bedroom to clean myself up. I threw off my pants and soiled boxers choosing a pair of black silk pajama pants and hurriedly slipped them on.
I went back, grabbed a clean white hand towel off of the rack by the sink, dampened it with warm water and took it back into the living room so she could clean up, though I’d already formulated plans to get her into the shower for a do-over and then to take a swim in the Egyptian sheets of my California king for another round. I had so many erotic plans for little miss Addison Tomms. I was feeling more sated, relaxed, and happy than I had in a long time.
I’d ruined her panties, so I went to the dresser inside my closet again and found a pair of my silk boxers for her to wear instead. Not that I was ready for her to leave, I planned to keep her with me all night, but when she did go home, she’d need something to wear. I smiled at the thought of her with my shorts under her little black dress.
“I brought this for you to clean up with—” As I walked down the stairs my eyes flew to the sofa where we’d had our first romp, but she wasn’t there. “Addison?” I called, my words echoing through the empty space. Maybe she was in one of the bathrooms. I had four and it wouldn’t be difficult to find one. I placed the clothing on the bar, I bent over and reached for two glasses and the decanter of my favorite single malt Irish whiskey. She’d probably hate the strong liquor I decided pouring two fingers into both glasses. I’d have to ask what she preferred and make sure to stock it from now on. I took a drink of the amber liquor and felt the familiar burn on the back of my throat and the heat as it traveled down toward my stomach.
“Addison?” I called again. “Are you okay?”
I put down the glass and walked around my apartment checking for her, but she was nowhere to be found. My heart sank. Maybe she didn’t enjoy being with me, or perhaps I’d scared her, after all.
Suddenly, I panicked, and I felt sick inside that she would leave without saying goodbye when I was hoping she’d stay all night. I didn’t want her bailing on this after what we’d just shared.
My phone was in my jacket pocket which was lying in a heap with my discarded shirt on the floor in the living room. I reminded myself who I was and that I didn’t freak out over a woman’s emotions or a great lay. I took my drink and sat on the sofa we’d just christened with our lovemaking. I grabbed my jacket and found my phone with my free hand. Staring at it, I fought with myself. Should I call her? Maybe she needed space. If not, why would she run out of here like a frightened cat? Especially when she’d just been so open. What did this mean?