She inhaled in another deep lungful of air and held it before arching her back, finally emitting a breathy little scream that made his cock throb. Her vaginal muscles clamped down hard on his fingers. Her breath came in excited little pants of air as she pulled his head away from her delicious dampened mound.
Satisfied in the knowledge she was also satisfied, he kissed her inner thigh and looked up her body, watching her chest rise and fall. Soon she released her breath on a long whimpering sigh. She was so beautiful.
Reece kissed his way across her belly. He climbed up on all fours on the bed over her and clamped his mouth down on the center of one perfect breast.
Soon her fingers found their way to his face. He kissed a path to her throat and whispered, “You taste like candy.”
She laughed lightly and kissed his cheek. “Oh, Jones, you sure know how to get a girl’s attention, but I’m ready for those three strokes you promised me.”
“Well, then, let me ready myself to plunder you, Miss Smith.” He leaned up onto his knees and grabbed a condom from his bedside supply, securing it carefully before turning back to her.
“Any position you had in mind, Smith? Now is the time for requests.”
“Gentleman’s choice, Jones. You earned it.” She sighed as if in contentment. Good.
He decided to keep things simple and go missionary. From the brief exploration with his fingers, he could tell she was snug. Besides, on top he could thrust better. He grabbed his latex covered cock and directed it to her drenched opening, sliding it across her clit a time or two to gather a little moisture before inserting the tip an inch or so inside. It was utter paradise.
He concentrated on her face, wanting to watch her expression as he slid inside her for the first time. Shit, he might not even make it three strokes. He might blow apart with his first stroke inside her excruciatingly tight, sexy body. Especially if she watched him as she did now…with wonder for what was sure to be a very disappointing, short-lived experience. But he planned to make it up to her the second time. Hopefully, there would be a second time.
Her eyes widened as his cock slid inside that first inch. The nirvana-inducing feeling of her body around that barest part of him made his eyes lower halfway in bliss. Damn, she was tight.
“Harder, Jones. I like it hard,” she whispered and pulled his head down for a kiss.
She licked his lips, but he wanted to watch her, so he pulled back and thrust deeply inside, hard like she’d asked him to. Her eyes closed and her head dipped back as he filled her up. She sucked in a deep sexy breath. Her fingers, resting on his biceps, dug into his skin the moment he stopped moving forward.
Fully impaled to his balls, he took a deep breath to stop from losing it with a single stroke. She was more than tight, like a luscious vise on his grateful cock. He centered himself, withdrew halfway and sank into her slick warmth again, and again, and again.
She whimpered and the sound of her little cries as he stroked drove him insane with the need to release. One of her legs slipped around the back of his thigh and rubbed up and down. With the next thrust she lifted her hips and ground into him to meet his push inside. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t climaxed yet. He was on the edge of it. He wanted it. He stroked within her faster, harder, longer than he thought he could possibly last given her snug capacity.
All of a sudden, she stiffened in his arms and cried out. Her internal muscles clamped down on his sensitive cock in yet another release. Her unexpected climax sent his libido into overdrive. Pleasure ripped through his lower half. He sped his thrusts in anticipation of coming at long last.
Reece growled as he climaxed, slamming his cock inside her all the way over and over again. His orgasm was wrenched from him in glorious mind-numbing waves. He froze above her for a split second before collapsing in a gratified if undignified heap, still deeply embedded inside her, trying to catch his breath from the best fucking sex he’d had since, well, ever.
His body covered her slighter one completely. Her breath came in short gasps and tickled his ear. Soon she ran her fingernails up and down his spine, lightly rasping his back.
“That was more than three strokes, Jones.” He heard the amusement in her tone.
“Was it? Sorry, Smith, I never was any good at math.”
“I forgive you, but I can’t breathe.”
He rose to his forearms, lifting his torso off of her, still feeling like his body had turned to honey. “Better?”
“Yes. Thank you, Jones. Amazing scratching, by the way.”
“You too, Smith. My eagerness is slightly abated, for now.” He leaned down and kissed her lips tenderly. “I’ll be right back.”
He slid out of her and got up. Walking on shaky legs to the bathroom, he wondered if this one-night stand with the anonymous Miss Smith was going to be enough for him. He already wanted her again and the lusty beast between his legs did, too. It was a bad idea to develop feelings for this beautiful surprise guest, especially in his line of work, but he found it difficult not to briefly fantasize about it anyway.
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Jessica had always hoped her first sexual interlude would be worth the effort. Whew. Was it ever! She’d made a good choice with Jones. He knew things. Good things. Decadent things. Body-rocking, orgasmic things.
She heard water running and wondered if she had time to slip out of his apartment before he returned. But then she remembered his promise of a second and a third time and decided she could stay for a couple more rounds with the very delectable Mr. Jones and his magical lips and fingers. There was also his impressive cock to look forward to.
When he’d thrust in the first time to the hilt, she felt a slight tearing inside, but he was so big, she didn’t feel anything else except his huge size after the first hint of pain. Thank heavens. Having him fill her to the brink was undeniably the most amazing experience she’d ever had. Way better than she’d expected, and best of all she wasn’t a virgin anymore. Plus, he’d given her orgasms. Two of them!
The door to his bathroom opened and even in the low light she could see his relieved expression when he saw her waiting in the bed. She was glad she hadn’t sneaked out just yet. One more time with him and then she’d leave.
“Glad you stuck around, Miss Smith.” Mr. Delicious crossed the room to the bed.
“Me too, Mr. Jones. What else do you have in store for me tonight?”
“Whatever your heart desires.” He slid under the sheets on his side. With one hand propping up his head as the glow from the lamp caressed his face, he grinned as if anticipating their next round of sexual pleasure.
She inhaled. The air around them smelled like sex. She finally understood that phrase. The scent was musky and tangy yet delectable, a fragrance very hard to define, but the exotic aroma made her want more of it.
“Kiss me again, Jones. You’re very good at it. A man who knows how to kiss a woman right is a rare find.”
“Really? Why, thank you, Miss Smith. I’m happy to oblige.” He leaned in and kissed her lips with tender attention. One hand came to her face. His thumb stroked her jaw and he kissed her gently, passionately. Her mouth opened to allow his entrance, but he was content to nibble on her lips before licking his way inside for more. Before long his arm slid underneath her head so she could use it for a pillow as his lips caressed hers.
Minutes later his fingertips stroked up and then down her body and she felt him grow steadily against her thigh. She guessed it was time for round two and her body ignited as licks of sensation zipped around her aroused limbs in contemplation of more bliss from Jones and his magic hands.
Her flat tire fiasco would now be a fate-filled memory of her exquisite inaugural sexual experience.
Jones kissed her as his hand wandered across her skin, ultimately slipping between her legs. Amazing how he could find her hottest spot without looking. He stroked her once and she almost bit his tongue. While her itch had been scratched, twice, she found she wanted more. She should take advantage of
this one night, and especially this impressive man, while she had the chance.
She reached between them to stroke Jones and his impressive cock, eliciting a groan of pleasure. Leaning forward, brushing his chest over her sensitive nipples, he grabbed another condom from the nightstand. She took it from him and put it on herself this time. Obviously another first for her, but he didn’t seem to notice. He took shallow breaths and gave her a glazed, lust-filled stare as she rolled the latex slowly and carefully over his huge cock, her fingertips brushing the neatly trimmed nest of dark curly hair at the base. Sexy.
Once her task was complete she moved to her side again so that they faced each other. He slipped an arm around her and his fingertips caressed her lower back. He stroked one cheek of her butt as he watched her. Pulling her leg up over his hip, Jones snuggled closer until his cock rested at the apex of her thighs.
He kissed her tenderly, nibbling from one corner of her mouth to the other. His cock nudged between her legs until it rested against her intimately, stroking across her hot spot several times until her breaths became gasps.
With careful precision, he inched himself between her slick inner walls until he was fully seated. She sighed in contentment. He stopped and held her close, all the while kissing her more tenderly than she’d ever been kissed in her life.
The whole experience was seductive in its intensity. It moved her. She’d never felt so deeply connected to anyone. No pun intended, she just felt so good. He stroked her body as if he’d memorized the map of her skin and applied all his expertise to the sexual experience they shared.
His hand massaged down her spine until it found the dimples at the base. With hypnotic slowness he pulled halfway out, only to enter her again at the same speed. She could feel his hand at the base of her spine as if holding her in place to slowly seduce and plunder her decadently.
As the rhythm of his strokes began to increase, she felt his fingertips skim to the peak of one breast. He stroked her nipple, which pebbled against his hand. He pinched the tip delicately between finger and thumb, sending spiraling sensations rippling down her body to where they joined together.
Jessica thrust her hips forward in response, meeting him halfway for each stroke, which stretched her deliciously. She was building to another explosive climax.
His hand dipped from her breast to slide between her legs. He broke the kiss and leaned back to study her face. He stroked her with his fingers once, forcing a moan as her eyes closed in sublime pleasure, waiting for more.
“Open your eyes, Smith. I want to watch you climax this time.”
“Oh.” Her eyes popped open.
He stroked her in reward, increasing the speed and pressure as his erotic gaze warmed her. All the while he slid himself in and out of her body at a steady pace until a flash of arousal inside her built to a crescendo of the ultimate pleasure.
She gasped but couldn’t keep her eyes open when the orgasm washed over her in waves of luscious gratification. Her internal muscles clamped down on him repeatedly as he rocked in and out of her body, over and over.
He made a satisfied groan when she opened her eyes to meet his. His hand slid to her ass and she pushed forward as the speed of his thrusts increased. She watched his face. His eyes slid half shut and opened again.
“I want to watch you come too, Jones,” she said.
He flashed her a devilish smile as his stare devoured her heart and soul. “As you wish.” He stroked deeply inside one more time and groaned. His head tilted back slightly and his spine arched in what looked like pleasure or pain. Maybe both.
After several moments of heavy breathing on both their parts, Jones took a deep breath and pierced her with a seductive stare. “You’re amazing, Miss Smith. Simply amazing.” He leaned forward and captured her lips in another long, tender kiss.
With round two complete, her sated body relaxed against his sheets. He kissed her face a few times before he withdrew to the bathroom. She should leave, but decided to just close her eyes for a couple of minutes first and relax. She was already half-dozing when he returned and pressed soft kisses to her face, neck and mouth.
Jessica woke sometime in the middle of the night in a strange bed. A masculine arm was wrapped around her shoulder and for a second she couldn’t remember how on earth it got there. The memories of her past several hours soon danced into her sexually satisfied brain. Mr. Delicious, aka Mr. Jones, had rocked her world. Repeatedly.
Good Lord, he was fabulous. After a short nap, Jessica had crawled on top of him for the promised third round. She wanted to try out a more aggressive coupling where she was in charge. He didn’t seem to mind and in fact encouraged her to ride him rather enthusiastically.
She fell asleep directly after round three on top of his chest. Later, she’d woken with him spooned behind her. She thought about trying to slip away without disturbing him, but instead wanted to kiss him one last time. He woke up and talked her into round four.
“Just one more time, Smith,” he’d coaxed, stroking her in places he’d learned she responded to. He was just so good she couldn’t turn him down. He moved on top of her, taking his time making love to her slowly and lasting longer than any of the previous rounds. After a fifth shattering climax, she’d slept hard.
Jessica glanced at the bedside clock, and then did a double take because she couldn’t believe the time. It would be dawn soon. It was well past time for her to leave. The longer she stayed, the more worried she became that he’d learn her identity. She wanted to sneak out. If he woke up, she knew they’d be rolling around on his silky sheets once again. Not exactly a detriment, but it was well past time to go. Four rounds on her first night, including five orgasms, certainly qualified as getting her proverbial money’s worth.
Jessica pondered leaving him a note—she felt a bit guilty at the thought of just walking away after such an important night—but what could she say? Thanks for being my first? Best first sex ever? No. Better to leave nothing than utter either of those true statements.
She lifted his muscular arm from her body and slid out of his bed and onto the floor. He didn’t move a muscle, sleeping as hard as she had earlier. Jessica gathered her clothing in the dark and dressed in his living room. She glanced around for a pen and piece of paper. The sound of him stirring in bed made her give up any thoughts of leaving a note. She scooted out of his apartment, down the elevator and out the building’s front door.
The gray of night diminished and dawn’s light seeped around the edges of the surrounding buildings. Jessica stretched and repeated to herself, I’m not a virgin anymore. She was tired from lack of sleep, had used muscles she didn’t even know existed all night long, but felt so incredibly good it was difficult not to grin like a maniac.
Stepping off the curb, she headed toward her car. Not surprisingly, there was no traffic this early on a Sunday morning.
As she crossed the street, the hair on the back of her neck lifted. The sensation of being watched infiltrated her mind and she twisted to look up at his window. Was he watching her run from him? The window she thought was his didn’t have a sexy naked man staring out at her, unfortunately. Why was she disappointed? She’d been the one to set the parameters of secrecy regarding their tryst. So how could she already miss a man she’d never see again?
Jones had been right. She should have left her options open. None of the adjacent windows had anyone naked or otherwise looking out at her, so she shook off her foolish fears and quickly made her way to her car.
As she drove away, images of the night before floated around like a misty dream in her satisfied mind. A smile crept up and then a giggle escaped. Jessica Hayes, FBI agent, had just spent the night with a delectable stranger for her first sexual experience ever.
She couldn’t wait to tell Kelli tomorrow when they met at the new coffee shop near Kelli’s office. The subject of discussion would now be her former virginal status issue, which made her grin even wider. She flipped on the radio and sang along to every song
as the eastern skyline began to brighten into early morning.
Jessica’s only regret was insisting on fake names. Then again, she did know where he lived. Perhaps she’d surprise him one day.
Chapter Three
Jessica started Monday with an extra bounce in her step. She hadn’t stopped smiling in more than twenty-four hours. Even facing Neil Wiley, smarmy bane of her existence, didn’t worry her as she got ready for work.
Perhaps she’d go down to the HR department and file a complaint if Neil ever said another word to her. Probably she should have reported him earlier. She’d deemed this course of action a last resort, and one she’d never seriously considered until this past weekend. He was very well connected. Jessica always pictured that his nepotism would win all battles if she went up against him even using HR.
But she felt braver in light of her recent accomplishment. Maybe losing her virginity had strengthened her backbone. Her mind slipped easily down memory lane as poignant moments of her time with Jones seeped in.
A pang of regret—not the first—crossed her mind, but she batted it down. Jones would forever live in a special place in her heart as her fabulous first lover. She left her place and started for her car. More flashes of their erotic night intruded and her stride hitched at the intensity of the remembered sensation of his hands and mouth on her, stroking her heated flesh.
The explosion of her climax reverberated through her memory. The regret accumulated as she wondered how she would find another man who was as good a lover as Jones. Strictly speaking, she didn’t have to search very hard. She had some contacts in her line of work, and she did have his address. If she ever decided to pursue him, she could find out exactly who Mr. Jones really was.
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