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Until she engulfed him, taking him deep.
It was perfect. She was perfect, and when she met his gaze, he felt like the top of his head was going to come off. He fought the orgasm for as long as he could, wanting this to last forever, yet wanting it to end right fucking now.
“I’m gonna come,” was all he could say, because he was lifting into her mouth, enjoying the sweet heat of her and he couldn’t hold back anymore.
She gripped his shaft and squeezed, pumping more of his cock between her lips.
His hips rocketed off the bed as he came with a roar, jettisoning what felt like a gallon of come along her tongue. He felt it throughout his body, saw her cheeks hollow and her throat work as she swallowed, and when he was empty, he was covered in sweat and was unable to form words. All he could do was lift Katrina up and drag her on top of him as he fell back on the bed.
“Your heart is beating fast,” she said.
“I’m surprised my heart is still beating at all. You really did do some heavy reading on the topic.”
She raised herself up on his chest, gracing him again with that sexy smile that, despite the epic orgasm he’d just had, made his cock twitch. “Indeed.”
He tunneled his fingers into her hair and dragged her up for a kiss, rolling her to her side so he could cup her breast and tease her nipple as he kissed her. She slung her leg over his hip, arching her sex against his quickly hardening cock.
“I don’t suppose you brought a condom with you,” she said.
“Do I look stupid? Of course I did.” He reached onto the floor and pulled the condom packet out of his jeans pocket. “The whole reason I brought you here was to get you alone and seduce you. Though I think I feel a lot more seduced right now.”
She grinned. “You do? Excellent. My work here is done.”
She rolled over and tried to get up.
“I don’t think so. We’re not finished here.”
She laughed and lay back down, scooting close to him. “Don’t I know it. I believe that’s what they call foreplay.”
“It was a hell of a lot more than foreplay, hot stuff.” He raised up and she grasped his cock, stroking him to full erection. “I’m pretty sure you blew out a few of my brain cells with that blow job.”
“Now you’re going to make me blush.”
“I don’t think it’s possible to make you blush. You might not have had any practical experience, but you know what the hell you’re doing.”
He spread her legs and dropped down on top of her, then shifted them to their sides again, bending her knee so he could position himself against her sex. When he entered her, she leaned back to watch.
“I wish I could see where we’re connected.”
All he could think about was doing just that. “Next time I’ll make sure we’re in front of a mirror. So we can both watch me fucking you.”
She pushed on him, and climbed on top. “Or me fucking you.”
He grasped her hips, rolling her forward, then back, giving her clit friction. “Fucking each other.”
She gasped. “Yes. Like that.”
He cupped her breasts, plucked and teased her nipples until she rolled herself out lengthwise fully on top of him.
He felt encased within her, and as he thrust, she tightened around him.
“Oh, that hits me right in the clit when you do that,” she said, her nails digging into his shoulders.
“So you want me to do it again.” Which he did, and she moaned, which made him thrust again.
“Grant. Please.”
He knew exactly what she was asking for. The same thing he wanted. Within a few thrusts she was coming, and he’d held back long enough because the way she’d positioned herself squeezed his dick in the best way possible and he was ready to go off. He came, hard, powering into her as pleasure surrounded him.
After, they lay in silence listening to the crickets outside.
“If it wasn’t so damn hot outside and this bed wasn’t so small, we could hide out here all night.”
Katrina didn’t even lift her head. “We might have to. I’m not sure I have enough energy left to get dressed and make the walk back to the house.”
“Okay by me. I like you right where you are.”
She managed to lift her head. “Sweating on top of you?”
He smoothed his hand over her butt. “It’s a good spot.”
She finally sighed and climbed off. They got dressed and walked back to the house.
“Quiet in here,” she said as they entered the living room.