His body pushed and tightened before he let out a deep, long groan of release.
Finally!
Kayla’s head spun. Her body was no longer hers. It still hummed as all of the feelings roiled around inside her. Her climax went on and on; something she never pictured happening like this.
He was on top of her and his face pressed against her shoulder. His body was still fully embedded inside her and his breath felt warm on her skin.
It was a very long time before all the sensations and her boiling blood and hormones started to settle down. They began to calm. She was ready to come back to herself.
She blinked her eyes open and found herself staring at the black cushion of the couch back. He must have pinned her between the deep folds of the cushions.
Oh, for the love of all that was holy. Jim!
Jim was lying on top of her. Inside her. Starting only now to finally diminish in size.
So many orgasms… who knew she could do that? Kayla thought she knew her body so well from end to end. Having had many wonderful sexual escapades with herself and others, she felt like an old hand when it came to sex. But this outdid anything she ever experienced.
She didn’t understand why. Not at all. Not for a second.
She had sex with Jim. First, he told her not to touch him and then this?
And here’s the big news flash: Jim was no virgin. No. No. Oh, no.
Jim moved and Kayla sucked in a sharp breath as she bit her lip. What should she do or say? Kayla never once felt shy after a night of sex with a man. She chose the men or guys or boys, for there was a difference, she slept with. She had to be attracted and interested and comfortable with them. She had to want them too and the day after for her was always good. Pleasant. Fun.
Not gut-roiling or stomach-knotting.
Not with Kathy’s fiancé.
She almost groaned out loud. Oh, dear God, no.
But she did. They did.
And Jim definitely had plenty of sex before Kayla showed up tonight.
It was nothing short of mind-blowing, just like the sex had been. With Jim. Jim! Pastor Jim! How could that happen?
But it did.
He lifted himself off her and paused while just above her. His hands cupped both cheeks of her butt and he felt it again like he wanted to memorize everything about it. His hands drifted to her back and shoulders. She swallowed, keeping her gaze towards the couch back and her eyes shut. She tried to ignore her embarrassing thoughts. But she couldn’t, because of his hands. They were magic. After all those orgasms, her body instantly reacted.
No!
But all a once, he was gone. No more touching or feeling.
She heard him wrestling around. Mustering her strength and overcoming her own shock and shame, she prepared to turn over and face Jim. A naked Jim. She cringed and flushed pink. But he was also staring down at her naked body so… here they were.
There was some shuffling before something fell over and then… click.
Kayla blinked and sat up.
Holy fucking shit. NO! She didn’t imagine it. Jim left?
Yes. His clothes were gone. His front door was what clicked shut. He knocked over a pile of books in his haste to leave.
Was he so anxious to get away from her? Because she was still naked on his couch?
She stared, and her mouth dropped open at the closed door.
He left her.
Without a word. Or a touch. Or anything.
But she knew a secret now: he was no virgin. That man was a master at sex. Maybe even more knowledgeable than her.
So why would he run?
She was in his apartment. His home. What the living hell?
She slowly swung her feet around and her legs shook as she rose to get up. She worried for a second that he might come back. Where did he go? Who knew? But she would not be found here still lying naked on his couch. Where did he stash the condom so fast?
She didn’t know. She had to get dressed though.
She could analyze it all later. After categorizing it properly, she would find a reason or explanation. At home. Not now in Jim’s messy, shabby, book-strewn apartment.
Jim.
Fuck. Jim. She fucked Jim.
Or more accurately, he fucked her. And from behind no less. Oh, goodness.
Slipping her bra and shirt on as fast as she pulled her panties on, she started feeling better just to be covered. She found her socks… when did she take them off? The sensual haze Jim wove was so powerful, she didn’t think that would be possible. Yet he wasn’t particularly smooth or seductive No, he was hot, hard, hurried, commanding and cool, which resulted in the most potent and rewarding sexual climaxes she ever felt.
But where did he go? She pondered every imaginable solution as she slipped her pants on. Then she bent forward and stuffed all the scattered stuff back into her purse.
He didn’t even have his own condoms? What man didn’t own condoms?
Celibate men who weren’t having sex. Who hadn’t touched a pair of naked breasts in at least two-and-a-half years—as far as she knew—until tonight? She shut her eyes as shame filled her and reddened her cheeks with warmth.
What to do? What to do? The thought hammered her weary brain. Her nerves were overly stimulated. It was so unusual for her to wonder what to do in a situation or how to react. She was usually confident and capable of finding the best approach. But not now. Not with this. Sex. On the couch. With Jim.
Maybe Jim sexed up other women so he could keep Kathy as his ideal woman. Like that old-fashioned Madonna-whore syndrome. Maybe he always had sex on the
