I’m not going to lie. Yeah, I started to take a cold shower and repress my desire for Romi, but hell, like I said, I’m a man. My thoughts of her and the memory of the way her hips feel in my palms and how her breasts feel pressed up against my chest when my mouth is devouring hers sends me quietly moaning her name on an exhale of breath as I release my built up frustration into the stream of steamy water. Hopefully, that will last me until I can get her safely back home tomorrow.
Ha! Who am I kidding? Sleeping in the same bed with her will have Big Tex’ awake all night.
Sun shining in from the large window wakes me to a warm body curled up against my naked chest. I have to remind myself that this is a fake, and a very temporary situation, but I can’t deny that there’s something satisfying about waking up next to Romi. Today’s tasks include driving her home, dropping her off at her place and then it’s done. I go back to Heartville, while she stays in Dallas. Two different lives, each with our own life goals, neither of us fits into the other’s. The way her body rolls toward me to lay her arm over my chest, how her face cuddles into my neck and how her leg covers my thigh with her center radiating heat onto it, tells me that we may have one other task to add to the list before we get out of bed. Last night she had too much to drink for her to think clearly, and I didn’t want to take advantage of her, but that’s not the case this morning. If she’s going to initiate it, I ain’t gonna deny it. Big Tex’ agrees and throbs with excitement.
I wrap my arm around her back and hold her a little closer. Her nearness and feather-like kisses against my neck makes the need to be inside her painful. A slight move north with her knee proves just that to her, and she climbs completely on top of me, her body lying flat on mine. She sits up slightly, lining herself in perfect position to grind on my shaft. My hands involuntarily grab her ass cheeks to fluidly move with her hips to the rhythm of the music in her head that will sync our bodies. Mesmerized, I watch, study and learn her body. The friction with our clothes rubbing on her clit has her unabashedly coming fast. Beautiful. Intoxicating. Unforgettable. I’ve never seen anything so gorgeous.
My need to be seated deep in her warmth is paramount. I can feel her readiness through her skimpy pj shorts and my boxer briefs. The question now is, will Big Tex’ fit? How tight is her pussy? How hard will it hug my cock and beg for release to quake with spasms and pulsate inside of her. Time to find out. I roll us to place her on her back and murmur into her neck, “God damn, I need to be inside you.”
“Stop holding back and fuck me. I need you too.” She’s breathless, and as I climb over the side of the bed to grab a condom from my bag, I watch her breast rise and fall from her heart rate still pounding from the climax. She’s absolutely stunning with creamy, smooth skin, dark pink nipples and her blonde hair fanned out over the pillow. Simply magnificent and radiating. “Clay, are you going to just stand there and look at me all morning?” She reaches between her legs and inserts her own two fingers to stroke herself. “I guess I’ll just have to take care of myself, again.”
I reach back over her body, grab her hand and reprimand her, “Oh no you don’t. I’ll be the only one making you cum.”
“Then you better hurry and get your dick inside of me.”
“That’s Big Tex’ to you, ma’am,” I say as I pull my boxers off.
She shimmies out of her shorts, giving me the full show. “With the size of it, I don’t give a fuck what you’ve named your dick. Now, come show me what that thing can do.”
Without another minute wasted I cover myself, line up to her, and after one little tease to coat the condom, I push in her. Fast and hard. The air leaves her lungs on a deep groan, and I pause, seated deep in her warmth, to allow her to adjust to me. Her pussy walls clamp down with perfection. Wet. Tight. Bliss. Pure pleasure. I have to still to catch my breath for a brief moment, or I’ll fill this rubber before I can make Romi cum again. Slowly, I began pistoning in and out of her. Moving and responding together in unison with one objective.
“Oh, Clay, right there. Don’t stop.” Hearing my name leave her lips drives my hunger for her, needing her to be so breathless that she won’t be able to speak.
I don’t have to wait long, only a few more passes into her, and I feel her walls close in on my dick, squeezing me. Her body tenses, and then she breaks, screaming my name to where I know the people in all the adjacent rooms heard. Fuck yeah! Pride from the success of her climax makes my balls tighten, and the way her pussy is pulsating around me drives me over the edge. My eyes close, letting the sensations rise up my body from my toes to explode into a moment of pure fucking tranquility.
12
I lay my head back and relax into the comfort of Clay’s truck seat to savor the moment and not take it for granted. Did I think that this crazy idea would turn into a one night fling? No. Did my body want things to happen between us? Absolutely, I mean, have you seen this fine piece of ass.
“Hey, what are you smiling about over there?” His husky, deep voice makes me open my eyes to see the wide grin on his profile, staring straight ahead, eyes on the road. I take this brief time to take him in. The v-neck, slim fitted, baby blue t-shirt allows his defined arm muscle to be on display as he grips the steering wheel. He knows exactly what I’m smiling about, and it matches the look on his face as well.
“So, you seriously have never had a long term girlfriend? That’s really hard for me to believe,” I interrogate while he’s glued to his driver’s seat, not able to get away from the answer.
“Yes, that is accurate, but tell me more about your business.” He’s trying to divert me from the unpleasant and awkward topic.
“Oh no, Clay Walker, nice try, but you are not getting out of this conversation, we are staying right here. Please tell me why a handsome, caring and attentive man could have possibly been single your entire life.”
“There’s not much to tell, always working, no time for much more.” Was that a flash of hurt I just saw before he turned his head toward the side window, looking briefly at the landscape and then back at the road? Surely not, he agreed to this only being a fake deal that we made. Was all the drama from last night too much? Did we cross the line by having sex? Is he wishing he never said yes to this arrangement and counting down the minutes to drop me off and be rid of me?
“Yeah, I know what you mean. I don’t have time either, got to focus on getting my business off the ground.” There, maybe that will show him I’m not looking for more either, but, damn, I’m not going to lie and say that I didn’t think about what it would be like to have him in my bed to wake up to every morning.
“What about you? Other than Allen.” I bite my lip, thinking about what to say.
“Oh my God, Clay! That car in front of us just hit something big with white fur.”
“What? Where?”
“Right over there.” I point. “To the right shoulder of the road.”
“I see, okay, hang on.” He makes a sharp maneuver to pull over and slowly comes to a big brown and white fluffy dog lying on the side of the road. My heart breaks at the sight of the helpless creature.