At this, he outright grinned. Making this man smile was my new life goal. Except, instead of dragging down his underwear, he stopped and searched a pocket of his discarded jeans. Out came his wallet and inside were a string of three condoms. “I get checked regularly. Never have sex without protection. But we’ll go out tomorrow for more, okay?”
“First thing,” I agreed. “And I got checked for everything under the sun, moon, and stars after my ex. I’m clean.”
He nodded and tossed the prophylactics on the bed before dragging down his boxer briefs. A perfect cock sprang forth, swollen thick and lined with veins. Thank you, Baby Jesus. This man was mine. I reached out to touch, but he took a step back, climbing onto the bed with that grin again. Flat on his back, he took himself in hand and pumped once, twice. “You’ve still got your panties on, Mae. You’re getting left behind.”
“Don’t you dare start without me, Ziggy Thayer.”
“I can’t help if you’re being so damn slow.”
Mid-panty divesting, I kind of almost unfortunately lost my balance. Hopping on one foot, almost falling on my ass in front of my new boyfriend/lover/whatever he was wasn’t my finest moment. “Oh, man. I’m such a klutz.”
“Are you kidding me?” he asked, still playing with himself, which wasn’t fair at all. “Watching your breasts bounce like that was every Christmas and birthday come at once. Do it again.”
I bit back a smile. He’d always seemed so serious. Yet sex with Ziggy was fun and we hadn’t even gotten to the actual sex part yet. Certainly I felt way more comfortable with him than I had with anyone in a long time. This was shaping up to be a spectacular end to a truly crappy day. An end I hoped to repeat with him often.
Without preamble, I grabbed the string of condoms and tore one free, ripping into the wrapping with my teeth. His gaze darkened, his hand moving away from his dick. I threw a leg over, sitting on his hairy thighs. Nice and muscular legs, by the way. As I wrapped my fingers around his cock, white pre-cum dribbled from the top. Good that he’d confirmed he was clean. I swiped it up with a thumb and stuck it in my mouth. Yummy and salty. This man made me hungry in all the ways.
“Fuck,” he muttered. “Put it on me, sweetness. I think I’ve waited long enough.”
“It’s only been a few minutes.”
“No. It’s been days.”
I smiled and rolled the condom down over his rigid shaft. Then, leaning forward on my hands, I kissed him on the lips. The man wasted no time in tangling his hands in my hair and soul kissing me. My breasts brushed against his hard chest, my wet pussy teasing the head of his cock. Rubbing against him lit me up inside in the most beautiful way. Finally, I could take no more, holding him steady and lining him up with my entrance.
“Eyes on me,” he said.
I did as asked, pushing down, taking him deep inside. And he fit just right. About average length, but nice and thick. Hands gripped my hips, holding me steady.
“Be careful with that arm,” I reminded him, sounding slightly breathy. Exactly how a sex goddess should sound, really. The way he looked at me, the heat in his eyes, let me know he loved what he saw and then some.
Slowly I rose up before sinking back down, building a gradual rhythm. Enough to tease us both, stoking the fires without rushing. His hands rose to my breasts, squeezing and massaging them once more. It all felt so good. Heat built, sliding straight through my veins. It wasn’t easy keeping my eyes open. When I leaned forward a little and his cock hit something awesome inside of me, my mouth dropped open on a gasp. Ziggy’s hands returned to my hips, guiding me back to that same place over and over. I placed my palms flat against his pecs, not losing my balance again but holding myself steady. Doing my best to hold myself together when everything seemed to be getting ready to fly apart.
“That’s it,” he said, voice rough and low.
All I could do was nod.
Sweat slicked both our skins and my blood hummed. It was so good, riding him, watching him, feeling him move beneath me. The determined expression on his face, the absolute focus on me. It was intense and perfect and my adrenaline surged. My knees dug into his sides, my body moving fast and sure. And his hands on me urged me on. Faster, harder, and more.
So much more.
Then he licked his fingertips and reached down between my legs, searching out my clit. Around and over he worked the tight bud, urging me higher and higher. When I came, I came hard. Stars burst behind my eyelids, pure sensation bur
st through me, breaking me apart. Fingers digging into my ass, he slammed himself up into me once, twice, three times more before slowly stilling.
Lucky for me, he didn’t seem to mind having me sprawled across his chest. His heart hammered beneath my ear and perspiration glued us together. The room seemed humid, smelling of sex. Eau de Ziggy and me. Fingers slid up and down my spine, but his eyelids remained closed. Everything was peaceful. After the rough last couple of days, it was exactly what I needed.
Traces of dark stubble lined his jaw, almost hiding a faint white scar. There was another on his shoulder. A couple on his chest.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked softly.
“Nothing much. I’m just happy that you’re here.”
He opened his eyelids, resting an arm behind his head like a pillow. “I never stood a chance with you, did I?”
“How so?”
“Not only are you drop dead fucking gorgeous, you’re too damn sweet for words.”