I cried out as I came, my legs refusing to hold me up any longer. Scott held on to me, somehow managing to guide me back to the bed while I was still coming.
I stretched back on the rose petals, glorying in the aftershocks. Scott stripped off his pants and underwear, his cock standing long, thick and ready. I licked my lips, wondering if I had enough energy to return the favor he’d done for me. Selfishly, I wanted to fuck, wanted to hold him deep in my body, to keep feeling how much he wanted to please me.
He took one of my legs in his hand, raising it to his shoulder. The high-heeled boots that had seemed so practical when I’d put them on for dinner now looked terribly erotic. He ran his fingers over my calf, rubbing that spot behind my knee I swear is a direct line to my pussy.
“I thought I’d have you suck me off in front of the window to finish the show.” His voice was rougher, deeper than usual. The image he painted flashed in my mind. This night would be fueling my fantasies for months to come. “But I can’t think of anything else but this.” His hand left my knee, his fingers spreading the lips of my pussy.
I gasped as his fingers played with me. Not just from the feel of him but from the intent way he watched what he was doing. His thumb pressed against my clit and I nearly came again, would have if he’d stayed with me a moment longer. He moved his hands to my hips, pulling me to the edge of the bed. He took his cock in his hand, sliding it back and forth along my wet slit, rubbing the head against my clit as I squirmed.
My pussy was so primed it didn’t take much and I was coming again. Just as my climax started, he thrust inside of me, burying himself deep. It stole the air from my lungs. I reached out, grabbing fistfuls of the comforter in an effort to anchor myself.
He fucked me hard, the entire length of his cock pounding into my pussy and then retreating. Emptiness to complete fullness, over and over. I tried to work with him, but the force of his thrusts pushed me deeper into the bed until I could only take. He let my leg drop and grabbed my hips, angling me so he could drive into me faster and faster.
I was so slick and ready from his mouth, it wasn’t long before another orgasm was cresting. The faster he fucked, more of his cock stayed inside of me, stroking me faster and deeper. It felt so good to swallow him up, knowing he’d be buried as deep within me as our bodies would allow when he came. He leaned forward, his hands on either side of my head as he drove deeper. I watched his eyes close, his eyelids start to flutter in the way they did just before he let himself go.
My own orgasm started, radiating out from so deep that I lost track of where I ended and he began. The pulses of pleasure were bigger than my body, as if my flesh couldn’t possibly contain how good this felt. I heard him cry out, but it seemed to be both far away and within me. Scott lowered himself onto me, his weight like a warm blanket on a cool night, comforting and decadent and all together right.
I wrapped my arms around him and held on, enjoying every nuance of feeling. It was like climbing off a roller coaster, still giddy and breathless and terrified and thrilled all at once. Laughter bubbled up as my heartbeat returned to normal.
Scott pushed up, looking down at me. He narrowed his eyes in a serious expression before pushing into me one last time, then broke into a smile and pulled out. He lay down on his back next to me.
I turned to face him, drinking in the passion that shone in his dark eyes. I smiled wider, feeling more than a little punch drunk. There was nothing like the feeling that came over me whenever he was lying in bed next to me.
“Do you think someone saw us?” I giggled, the images flashing through my mind again in the naughtiest pictorial I’d ever seen.
“I hope not. It seemed hot at the time, but I don’t like the idea of someone beating off to your picture.”
“Picture?” I scooted back on the bed, then rolled to my side, propping my head on my hand.
“Someone might have had a camera with a zoom lens.”
“Wow, that is some imagination you have.”
“I’m well paid to think of every possibility. It’s unlikely, but I’m not sure I’d want to risk it again.”
“So you wouldn’t want me to return the favor tomorrow night?” I leaned over, kissing his neck, tasting the salt of the sweat from his effort of loving me.
“Tomorrow night we’ll be on a plane, remember?”
I rested my head on his chest, the scent of roses wafting up from the bed. Our body heat must have been releasing their perfume. “I hate red eye flights.”
“You didn’t want to miss Janelle’s soccer game, remember? I thought we should stay the weekend.”
“You should have been more persuasive.” I smoothed my hand down his arm, twining his fingers in mine. It still felt like we were
