The feelings finally ebbing, I rested my head on his shoulder, panting. I knew I shouldn’t be so surprised with how fast I came, but I was. Coupled with his obvious skill and the constant build-up of arousal over the past few days, it had been quite a while since I’d been with anyone.
He kissed me on my head, stroking my back while he gently withdrew his hand. I wished I could hold onto this moment forever.
I heard the faint sound of a zipper and scooted back to see what he was doing. He watched my face, perhaps to gauge my reaction, as he pulled his cock from his pants. I was aware of my tongue licking my lips. His cock was divine—massive, bigger than I imagined even when I saw it from beneath his towel. I needed it inside me.
“Come here,” he breathed, holding his arms out to me. I didn’t need the invitation. Hiking my skirt to my waist, I clambered on top of his lap. He unbuttoned my blouse and drew out one of my breasts from within my bra.
“Perfect,” he purred, thumbing my nipple and watching the rosy nub harden. He pulled my other breast from its covering and compared the two like pieces of fruit he was thinking about buying.
“Absolutely perfect.” He put his face between them both and kissing whatever flesh he could reach. I closed my eyes, keening at his ministrations. It felt amazing. I hadn’t been touched like this in ages. His attentions were careful and intimate.
“Are you on the pill?” he murmured. His hand reached into his pocket for his wallet and produced a wrapper.
“Yes,” I breathed.
“Good. I’m clean, but I’ll put this on for your safety until you can trust me.” He ripped the package open with his teeth and rolled the thin material over his throbbing shaft, the faint trace of precum already visible at the tip.
Digging my knees into both sides of his legs, I lifted my pelvis and positioned myself over his straining cock. Grabbing at the roof to keep steady, I lowered myself slowly onto his shaft. His girth stretched me to the max, making me pant as I inched closer and closer to complete fullness. Finally, he was in, both of us breathing hard. Sweat beaded on his forehead and I leaned forward to kiss it away.
“You’re so damn tight,” he growled, reaching around me to fondle my ass. I gave myself over to pleasure as he kneaded my muscles there.
“You don’t know how badly I wanted to do this earlier today,” he said, rubbing my butt sublimely as he took one of my nipples in his mouth and nibbled on it.
I groaned and started rocking on his huge dick, eager to feel even more stimulation. He gripped my ass hard and started lifting me as he thrust upward. I pushed my arms against the ceiling and increased the friction of our movements together. His cock struck a sweet chord inside me as he buried it to the hilt, and I cried out. With each wet thrust into my pussy, he became more and more vocal. It was an enormous turn on—I loved knowing that he was enjoying himself because of me. His grunts grew more needy, his cock rubbing me in all the right ways.
He suddenly pinched my nipples, catching them even as my breasts bounced wildly from our coupling. The surprise of pain-tinged pleasure pushed me straight over the edge and I screamed my completion, thrusting against him for all I was worth.
His orgasm followed, and I could feel his manhood convulse as it spurted deep within me. I moaned at the sensation, at his low groans, at the look of sheer pleasure on his face. He was so handsome and it was so rewarding to be the one who made him let himself go.
When I was certain he was finished coming, I slid wetly off of his cock and flopped down on the seat beside him, fighting to catch my breath. He pulled me to him and kissed me deeply. Breaking away, we looked at each other and smiled. Sex had never been that good, not ever. Eric was no comparison to the man in front of me.
I began rearranging my clothing as Jordan tucked his cock back into his pants and zipped up. I wondered wistfully if I would ever see it again. I certainly hoped so, but braced myself for the possibility that it wouldn’t. He could have any woman in New York City. Even if this was just a one time thing, I don’t think I’d regret it.
I looked out the window as I yanked my skirt down, startled to find that we were already outside my apartment building.
“This is me.” It seemed as if the fantasy was coming to an end. I wished that I’d lived hours away. I was already aching to have sex again.
He pulled out his cell phone. “Let me give you my personal number. That way, you can call me if you ever need anything.” I reached for my own phone in my purse and gave him my number, feeling ridiculously like a schoolgirl excited for a first date. “Please don’t hesitate to call, especially if it’s an issue with Trevor. I swear to you that I’ll get him straightened out.”
“It’s really nothing.” Trevor seemed like a distant memory at the moment. “Thank you so much for taking me home and, well, for everything.” I blushed hotly, wondering where to go from here.
“The pleasure was all mine.” He grinned. The driver opened the limo door for me and I stepped out, waving goodbye and re-entering the real world with a tinge of remorse.
I was a little later than usual getting back and figured Sam was already home by now. I couldn’t wait to tell her what happened throughout my crazy day. Would she believe me? I could hardly swallow the events that transpired myself.
I strolled up to my apartment door, walking on clouds. I reached for my keys in my purse and the door opened by itself.
“Surprise.”
I recognized the voice before my mind registered who I was looking at standing in my doorway. It wasn’t Sam.
It was Eric.
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