Sure she’s not the first woman to tease and do a little dance as she strips for me, but she’s the first woman who’s done so and held my attention as opposed to annoyed me. She’s gorgeous and the epitome of what a beautiful woman is, and I reach down and stroke my cock as I watch her, unable to resist. She’s making me feel desperate, feverish with want and I kneel down onto the bed again with a smirk, draping myself over her.
She presses her palm to my chest and pushes and at first I’m concerned that I’ve done something wrong, so I open my mouth to ask her what, but the words catch in my throat, and I grin when she shoves me onto my back and climbs on top.
She sinks down on my cock with one single motion and my eyes screw shut with a groan, head falling back against the mattress as she grinds down on me. I don’t want to miss a second more though so I snap my eyes open and drag my gaze up her form, eyes lingering on each curve as she moves and teases. Her hands skirt up her abdomen and cup her breasts, squeezing them together with a playful grin as she rides my cock like she’s been doing it her whole life. There’s something to be said about a woman who knows what she wants and takes it, and Jane is definitely one of those women.
She’s hot and wet and tight and so fucking wet, and I think she might be the best sex I’ve ever had. No scratch that, she’s definitely the best sex I’ve ever had. There’s something different about sex with Jane than with other women, something deeper, and I’m not just talking physically. She ropes me in, and I can’t think, can’t focus. The only thing mattering is the two of us here together.
Each grind of her hips brings me closer to my end, and I desperately want to feel her come on my cock again before I end things, needing to feel that rush again. I slide one hand down her front and roll my thumb around her clit, and she moans and lets her head fall back, supporting herself with her palms on my thighs. She really starts moving then, hips grinding and swiveling down on me, and each thrust brings me closer and closer.
The room is filled with a mixture of her moans and mine, and before I know it she’s coming again, and the sweet, fluttering heat around my cock pushes me over the edge, and she drags me down with her.
“Fuck!”
A slew of curses fall from my lips as I spill myself into her, and she falls forward with her hands pressed to my chest, her lips crashing into mine in a desperate, gasping kiss. I can feel her heartbeat against mine, and she whimpers and whines as she starts to come down, chest heaving she slumps forward. I wrap my arms around her and hold her there, slowly catching my breath and trying to come down.
“You know,” she says with a chuckle, still breathless, “I think you were right, this was better than dinner out.”
That catches me off guard and I laugh, Jane laughing right along with me as she rolls off of me and onto her side next to me. I pull her in close, so her back is to my chest, and I place playful nips and kisses to the back of her neck, my hand draped over her middle. We lay like that for a few minutes, and it’s not long before I feel her relax completely against me, drifting off to sleep and making me smile. I’m not far behind her, and I drift off to the sounds of the city in the background and the feel of her breathing against mine, lulling me into a deep sleep.
I wake up in the morning to the sounds of shuffling and soft footsteps. Confused, I reach to the other side of the bed for Jane only to realize that the bed is empty. I squint and force my eyes open as I sit up, realizing that the noises I heard were her getting her clothes back on and gathering her things, clearly trying to duck out before I woke up. I’ll be honest, it hurts a little bit, and I sigh and pat the bed, shrugging my shoulders at her.
“What gives? Come back to bed, it’s so early.”
“I’ve really got to get going. there’s a lot to do today, and I need to get ready.”
“Oh, alright, sure.”
I’m not about to sit here and beg her to stay—that would be humiliating and it’s not my style—so I just nod and offer to call her a car, which she politely refuses and says she already called one. She gives me a quick kiss on the cheek and then jets out the door, leaving me sitting there still half asleep, wondering what just happened.
We had a great time last night and she obviously enjoyed herself—four times in fact, if I counted correctly—and there was no mention last night of her wanting to leave. I get up and decide to get myself ready for the day and have a shower, trying not to focus on the fact that I was just left high and dry with no explanation why. This isn’t me. I don’t get hung up on women and I don’t care for them to stay in the morning.
So then why is this bothering me so much?
16 Jane
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