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I reached for her and pulled her into my arms. “You kidding? What guy in his right mind would run from someone like you, Kensington?” As my mouth came down over hers, she threw her arms around my neck. I lifted her and she wrapped her long legs around me. Still kissing, I managed to get us through the sliding glass door and into the house.

Chapter 13

Kensington

Cole smoothed his slightly callused hands up along my thighs to my panties. There was still a slight hesitancy in his moves, and I thought it was cute as hell. Something told me, it wasn’t in his nature to be hesitant when it came to seducing women. I devised a quick plan of encouragement. Something that was totally not in my nature, but everything about Cole seemed different. I was willing to take a chance and toss my heart out there. The worst that could happen would be my heart would get broken. Then I’d pick up the pieces and move on with the notion that real love would forever elude me.

I pulled my mouth from his. Immediately he dropped his hands and worry crossed his face. “Moving too fast?”

I shrugged shyly. “Maybe you could get my wineglass from outside. You know, to help loosen me up.” I nearly laughed at the words. Any looser and I’d be a puddle at his feet.

His shoulders seemed to shrink in disappointment as he walked back out to the yard. I had to move quickly before I chickened out. I whipped my dress up and over my head. I dropped it on the sofa and standing in just my bra and panties, waited for him to return. It took him longer than I’d expected, and suddenly, I wondered if this whole plan was just going to end in major embarrassment. I was seconds from reaching for the dress when he stepped back inside with the wineglass and blanket. His expression assured me taking it off had been a good option.

A frisson of nerves went through me, but I took a long, steadying breath and held out my arms. “Just so you know, I don’t normally do this kind of thing.” I waved my hand in front of my scantily clad body. “This, I mean. Especially not on a first date.”

“Damn, just when I thought this night couldn’t get any better.” He crossed the room in three steps. His arms went around me. He lifted my hair from my neck and trailed kisses along my shoulder and over the swell of my breasts. His fingers dragged the straps of my bra down my shoulders. I held his head against me as his tongue licked and teased my nipple. Moisture soaked my pussy as his hands pushed below my panties and smoothed over my bottom.

He grunted and pulled his mouth from my breast. “Damn, Kensie, I can’t slow down. I knew I wanted this. I knew I wanted you badly, but I was holding back.”

I unfastened my bra. “I could tell. Thought you just needed a little encouragement.”

I could see his throat move with a hard swallow as he watched the bra fall away from my breasts.

“What a night.” He swept me up into his arms and carried me down the hallway to a bedroom. I pushed the door open with my foot, and he carried me inside. There was a slight dusty smell inside the room as if it had been closed up for some time. The walls were whitewashed to go with the nautical theme, which included an oil painting of a ship over the bed.  A polished telescope stood in front of a large window that overlooked the beach. In the opposite corner, in complete contrast to the coastal decor, sat a shiny black drum set surrounded by a wall covered in framed, handwritten music sheets.

With me still wrapped around him, Cole leaned down and yanked the sea shell print bedspread back with one hand. He kissed me once more before lowering me down on the center of the mattress. As he was carrying me down the hall, I’d had about two seconds of mind debate that I was jumping into this too fast. But my ‘you only live once’ side had won out. Staring up at the incredible man towering over the bed and the look of heated desire in his hazel eyes, I knew I’d let the right side win. I could live with regrets later, but for now, I just wanted to be in Cole’s arms.

Cole yanked off his shirt. A myriad of tattoos crossed his muscular chest and arms. Looking at him sent a rush of heat through me.

“Hmm,” I said in a light tone, but inside, a flutter of urges were overwhelming me. “Not bad.” I was dying to smooth my hands over his naked skin.

“Not bad. Guess I’ll have to live with that. Maybe I can excel in other ways.”

I sat up on my knees and reached for the button on his pants. “You know, of course, that I’m teasing you.”

I unzipped his pants as I pressed my mouth against the muscular ridges of his stomach. His fingers tangled in my hair as he held my face against him. I trailed kisses down his flat stomach as I pushed his jeans down around his thighs. His cock pushed free, thick and glistening with moisture.

I wrapped my fingers around him and peered up at him. Cole gazed down at me from beneath heavy lids. He reached up and ran his thumb across my bottom lip and pushed his finger inside my mouth, coaxing me to taste him.

I held him firmly in my grasp as I pushed the slick, fleshy tip against my lips. My tongue swirled through the salty moisture. He groaned as I took him deeper into my mouth.

“No,” he groaned.

I lifted my mouth away and peered up at him.

“Your mouth feels too good.” He pushed his pants to the floor, making sure to grab a condom from his pocket. I scooted into the center of the bed and leaned back against the pillows. Cole knelt next to me, watching me with a hunger that made my pussy ache with wanting him. He slid my panties down and off my ankles. Then he knelt between my legs, pushing my thighs wider with his hands. His gaze lingered on my pussy before lifting his eyes to my face.

His expression was silently asking me if I was sure about this. “Cole, I want this.”  A nervous laugh crumbled from my lips. “Heck, I don’t know if I’ve ever wanted it this badly. So—” I pointed up at him. “No pressure, but don’t disappoint me.”

A crooked smile tilted his mouth as he leaned down over me. “You’re lucky that I work well under pressure.” He pressed his hand against my face, and the tender gesture only increased my need for him to be inside of me.

I spread my legs wider. He kissed me deeply as he reached down and slid his thick callused fingers through the slick folds of my pussy.

“God, baby”—His voice was deep and gritty—“you feel like hot, wet silk. I knew you’d feel like this, like fucking heaven.” As he slid his fingers inside of me I rocked against the pressure of his hand, rubbing my taut clit against it with each movement.

I clutched at his arms realizing that I’d been so ready, I was on the teetering edge of an orgasm with just his fingers inside of me. He sensed how close I was too.

“That’s it, sweetie, I want to feel your pussy tighten around my hand.” He moved his fingers deeper, making sure to keep contact with my clit. I tightened my bottom and pushed my hips higher to take in more of his hand. He lifted his head and stared down at me, waiting for me to roll off the cliff into ecstasy.

“Oh, Cole,” I cried out. My thighs tightened around his hand as my pussy dissolved into shuddering waves of pleasure.

My body still trembled as he slid his hand beneath my ass, lifting my pussy higher. He leaned down and kissed me as he slid his cock inside of me. He moved deep and forward hitting a remote spot inside of me that made my pussy once against explode with a second orgasm. I clutched his strong arms as he thrust inside of me. All the while, my entire body trembled.

I wrapped my legs around him, and he drove hard against me, my pussy tender and aching from multiple orgasms. I shuddered with the urgent, intense feel of him filling me hard and fast.

His muscular body tightened, and his head dropped back with a low groan as he came. He lowered himself down next to me and pulled me against him. We sat in silence as our ragged breathing slowed to normal. I pressed my face against his chest, already growing fond of his soapy scent.

“So? Any disappointment?” he asked cockily, knowing damn well that he’d brought me to orgasm twice.

I sighed. “Well, I’m used to three or four, but two in a row will do.”

A deep chuckle rolled up from his throat. “Three or four? Hell, I’m going to have to hone my skills then.” He reached down and tilted up my chin to face him. “In case it isn’t obvious, Kensington, I’m having a really great time.”

I lifted my mouth to his and kissed him. “Me too.” I had every intention of keeping my head about me with this new relationship, but Cole King was going to make that difficult.

Chapter 14

Cole

Denver put a hand on my shoulder. “Remember, keep your momentum going at the same speed as the bike but if somehow it gets away from you, try not to land on it. Or worse, let it land on you.”

“Really? That’s your pro advice?” I shot him an annoyed look. “Shit, you’re as fucking helpful as an umbrella in a windstorm. And this little fatherly talk is only going to shred my confidence and enthusiasm, so go sit on the wall and watch.”

I’d mastered a few of the easier, less dramatic freestyle tricks, including the Superman, a trick that Denver could probably do in his sleep, but then I hadn’t been at it long. Once Denver and Rodeo had talked me into putting up a metal jump ramp and foam pit for their practice sessions, I couldn’t resist shooting my bike off the lip and trying some of the tricks. Denver had helped me modify a race bike for jumping. Recently, I’d moved on from the security of the foam pit to landing on a resi mat. But after a few falls on the mat, I’d come to the painful conclusion that gel material might work in shoes, but it doesn’t absorb the impact of a fall from the sky. Today, I was practicing a trick that, so far, I’d had luck with, some bad, some good. Letting go of the handlebars for a seat grab to extend my superman kick was like losing the training wheels off your first bike. It meant temporarily letting go of the bike and relying on the science of physics to keep both man and machine synchronized. And, I was never big on science. In fact, I vaguely remembered failing physics altogether.

I pulled on my helmet and goggles and kick-started the bike. My mind had been all over the place this week because of Kensington. It seemed, when I’d least expected it, I’d met a girl who I thought about morning, noon and night. Denver knew about my dates with Kensington, but I hadn’t said anything to Rodeo yet. He’d been walking around smiling and dreaming about the Corvette, which I planned to just give him. Rodeo could be a pain in the ass, but he’d been a loyal friend. I didn’t have the extra cash or time to do anything with the car. And the bet was the farthest thing from my mind now.

The bike vibrated beneath me as I twisted the throttle and placed my boots on the pegs. I rode in the opposite direction of the ramp. I needed enough momentum for the jump and enough time to psych myself up for it. I found, in jumping, that if I thought too long about it, the trick ended badly. On the other hand, if I didn’t spend enough time thinking about it, I ended up bailing before I could finish the trick. It had to be just the right amount of speed and thinking time to make it a success. The foam pit had been great at boosting confidence, but there were a lot of things that could turn ugly with only a soft mat on the other end.

From the corner of my goggles I saw Rodeo and Denver sitting on the wall, waiting to tell me everything I did wrong or pick up the pieces if things went really wrong. The metal ramp clanked as my front wheel hit it. I shot up and off the lip. I took my feet off the pegs as the bike arced high in the air. That crazy sensation of flying whipped through my gut, and I took my right hand off the handlebars and reached beneath my body for the seat. My left hand followed. I held the seat for just a brief flash of time as I felt the bike head back down toward earth. I pulled my body forward through the air and grabbed the handlebars a few seconds before my bike tires hit the dirt landing. I’d landed upright on the bike but had gotten there a little late. The handlebars wobbled, and I lost control. I turned sharply off the mat and laid the bike down. All in all, a good ride, and I’d only added a few scrapes and bruises to my body and the motorcycle.

Denver walked over and picked up the bike while I dusted myself off. I dropped my goggles around my neck. He had to talk loudly for me to hear through the helmet. “Form was good. Now work on more air and smoother transition back to the handlebars. Not enough space between you and the ground before you got your ass back on the seat.”

I nodded and took the bike from him. I rode back to the start and circled around. It was nearly dusk, and the late day sun glinted off the metal ramp. After a long work week, my body was suffering what I liked to call the Thursday night energy drain. Neither circumstance was good for practicing my jump, but I was determined to stick the landing once before calling it a night.

I grabbed the throttle and headed toward the narrow ramp. My feet left the pegs earlier this time, giving me enough time to release my grip and grab the seat. I pulled my body forward again, and my feet braced against the pegs. My back tire hit the landing, and with a jarring thud, the front tire hit the dirt. I rode to the end and circled back holding my fist in the air. I’d landed it.

Rodeo and Denver hopped off the wall and walked over to greet me as I shut down the motor and pulled off my goggles and helmet.

“Duude,” Rodeo crowed, “that was sick. Almost couldn’t have done better myself.”

Denver hadn’t said anything yet. I knew him well enough to know he was going through the entire jump in replay in his head where he would analyze it and then tell me what was wrong.

I stared at him. “Well, Dr. Denver from Boston, what’s the diagnosis?”

“Nailed it.” He lifted his fist.

Rodeo rolled his eyes at Denver before turning back to me. “See, bro, even though it looks certain you’re going to lose that bet over the wine heiress, at least you have this little win to finish the week.”

“Yep, at least I have this.”

Chapter 15

Kensington

I was mucking the last stall when Trish came around the corner and popped her head inside. “Now that the kids are gone, dish. I want to hear about this new guy because you’ve been all aglow and atwitter all week.”

“Aglow and atwitter? You and my dad need to write a book on corny, outdated sayings together. But I guess those two words pretty well sum up the way I’m feeling.” I turned the mucking fork over into the wheelbarrow and pushed past the pony.

Trish stepped out of the stall door opening to let me pass.

“Did you want me to blanket tonight? It’s getting sort of chilly when the sun drops.” I smiled. “People on the east coast under five feet of snow in fall would have a good laugh over that statement, wouldn’t they?”

“Kensie, you’re avoiding the topic.” Trish had tied her hair up in a loose bun. Her spray of nose freckles stood out in sharp contrast to pink skin. A lifetime outside with horses had aged her skin prematurely even with a constant slathering of sun block. “I’ve known you for a long time, and I’ve seen you go through a plethora of boyfriends—”

I laughed as I picked up the handles of the wheelbarrow. “A plethora of boyfriends? Is that like a gaggle of geese? When you say it like that, you make me sound like some interminable flirt who jumps from guy to guy without direction or purpose.” I lowered the wheelbarrow to the ground and looked at her. “Oh my gosh, is that me? Am I that girl?”

“No, you’re not. You’re just picky. And you should be. But this time I’m seeing a little twinkle in those green eyes, and I don’t usually see it.”

“So far, so good, Trish. I’m almost afraid to even say that out loud in case I jinx something.” I sighed. “Maybe I’m just so darn programmed to expect disappointment that it always happens. You know, like a self-fulfilling prophecy? This time it would be an especially disappointing disappointment if there was such a thing. I like Cole . . . a lot. He checks a lot of my boxes, including the main one—he’s fun to be around.” I walked the wheelbarrow outside and Trish followed to help dump it onto the massive manure pile behind the barn. We returned to the stables.

“The first thing you have to do is stop worrying and just have a good time. If it’s meant to be—”

“Now you sound like my mom. She enjoys being flippant about my relationships, about everything for that matter. With the exception of the really shallow aspects of her life like which hair color to choose and which purse goes with which outfit.”

Trish and I walked back to the office to make the next week’s schedule. “I don’t mean to be flippant. I just know that you always have your head on straight, and if this doesn’t turn out to be what you thought, you’ll come out the other side with it on even straighter.”

“I guess. Although, I will admit that my head hasn’t been on too terribly straight since I met Cole. Maybe that’s what has me so uneasy. Even my work is suffering some, and you know how I hate that.”

Trish stepped into the office slash empty stall. About the only part of the small, crude space that said office was the second-hand desk, a stapler and a whiteboard for scheduling. Trish sat on the stool she’d created out of an old sawhorse.

I stepped up to the whiteboard to write the schedule. My phone was sitting on Trish’s desk. It rang and she glanced up at me. “Could it be?”

I picked it up. It was Cole. Trish’s enthusiastic grin melted when I walked out of the office to take the call.

“Hello.”

“I have to house sit this weekend. Please tell me you can join me, otherwise I’m going to be extremely lonely. By the way, this is Cole, in case you didn’t know. And hello. Forgot the greeting. So, what do you say?”

“You’re house sitting? What the heck will the house do if no one is watching it?”

“Well, to be more specific, I’ll be pig sitting. The house is wrapped around the pig. I just thought house sitting sounded more dignified and more fun. It’s at my dad’s place.”

“See, then you’re about to learn something new about me. Pig sitting sounds way more appealing. I would love to pig sit. And we can watch the house too, if necessary.”

“Cool. How’s your day going?” One thing I’d noticed about Cole was he was always in a good mood. It was something I admired and a trait that I rarely found in anyone.

“My day’s been great. There was an incident with my coffee cup falling on my mom’s new ivory colored rug, and I thought she might ship me off for good. But I’m happy to say she’s keeping me after all. How’s your day been?”

“I nailed the landing on a trick, and I still have all my bones intact. So, it’s been a good day. I’ll pick you up tomorrow after work. Bring a bathing suit. Wait. Why the hell would I suggest that? We’ll be completely alone—except for Some Pig. But he won’t tell if we skinny dip in the pool.”

“I’ll bring a suit,” I said. “Are there any special snacks I could bring for Some Pig?”

“His favorite food is nachos, but he’ll eat most anything with the exception of bacon. For obvious reasons. Hey, Kensie, I’m glad you’re going with me.”

“Yeah, me too. See you tomorrow. Bye.”

I hung up and couldn’t suppress a smile as I walked back into the office. Trish glanced up from her paperwork with an expectant look. “Well?”

“I’m pig sitting with him this weekend.”

Her squeal of excitement was cut short. “Did you say pig sitting?”

“His sister Finley has a pet pig. I’ll be spending the weekend with Cole at his dad’s place.”

“Shut up, you lucky bum. You’ll be sitting on a couch that has Nicky King’s butt cheek print on the cushions.”

“Hmm, hadn’t really considered that prospect, but yes, I suppose my bottom will be where Nicky King’s butt cheeks have sat.” I took a deep breath and looked down to check my feet. “Yep, they’re still on the ground. Just not sure for how long.”

Chapter 16

Kensington

I lived on a beautiful vineyard, in a big, wonderful house, but the King Estate was a whole other dimension of lavish. Just past the gates, an impossibly long driveway lined by lush jacaranda trees led up to a mansion that was the size of a small city.

“Wow. Of course, I knew that Nicky King wouldn’t be living in a hovel. I just have never seen anything quite so magnificent.”

“It’s big,” Cole shrugged. “The funny thing is, we spend most of our time in the kitchen, television room and our own bedrooms. The rest of the house is just extra space. I swear there are rooms that I haven’t seen or stepped into in years. Dad’s been thinking about downsizing. Finley and Rett stay here most of the time, but Jude and Eden live near their colleges. I usually end up near the construction site. And Dad is rarely home. He’s in Europe right now with some friends. Fin and Rett are traveling up north to rescue two horses that had been left out in a dry field to starve to death. They’ll be back on Sunday.” Cole drove his truck up to the top of the driveway and pulled into a garage.

“Your sister is awesome with all the help she’s giving to abused farm animals.”

“She’s annoying, but I love her. Just to warn you, she has spoiled the hell out of her pig.” Cole liked to pretend that his siblings were nuisances, but there was always a gleam of pride in his eyes when he talked about either of them.

We climbed out of the truck, and Cole grabbed the bag I’d packed myself.

We headed toward the polished front doors. “Do you like dogs?” he asked.

“Who doesn’t like dogs?”

“Butch and Sundance are really big, and they drool a lot.” He opened the door. We were immediately greeted by two massive Irish Wolfhounds.

“Oh my gosh, I’ve only seen this breed in pictures. They are like lions.” I gave each dog a hearty rub and glanced around, hoping to see Some Pig.

“If you’re looking for the four-footed ham, he’s probably taking a nap in Finley’s room.” He threw my bag over his shoulder. “We can go wake him after we take your things up to my room.” He paused before heading to the stairs. “Or we have a couple guest rooms, if you prefer.”

“Guest rooms sound lonely and boring.”

He grabbed my hand and pulled me closer for a kiss. “What kind of host would I be if I left my guest bored and lonely? I’m glad you came.” He took my hand and led me up the massive double staircase to a long hallway. Paintings and table top sculptures were strategically placed along the corridor. A long intricately woven rug lined the long hallway. We reached a door and he opened it.

The bedroom was the size of a small house, complete with a giant flat screen television and sitting area with leather chairs and a couch. A giant window looked out over a pool that seemed to stretch on like a lake. I looked around. “Impressive and clean. Somehow I pictured a trail of dirty socks and empty potato chip bags.”

“Nope, as you can see I keep my room clean.”

“You mean the housekeeper keeps it clean.”

“Yep. And if she didn’t, you’d find dirty socks and probably a few chip bags. In fact, when I was young, my dad decided to teach me a lesson. He told the housekeeper not to touch the room until I started picking up after myself.” He placed my bag on one of the chairs. “It backfired on him though. Turned out, I didn’t really mind the mess. In fact, I kind of enjoyed those few months of freedom where no one came in and moved my stuff around. Place just about needed fumigation afterward. Now I’m rarely here, so the room stays pretty much untouched.”

I walked to the window and looked out over the grounds. There was a large stretch of grass, fruit trees, rose gardens and tennis courts. “Don’t you miss this place when you’re not here?”

He walked up behind me. I could feel the heat of his body. “I’m one of those guys who can lay his head anywhere to sleep. Doesn’t matter if I’m in this bedroom or in a tent. It’s not the surroundings I look forward to, it’s the people.” His arms went around my waist and his chest pressed against my back. “I definitely miss the time when Fin, Jude and I all lived here together. We fought of course, but we had an awesome fucking childhood. Most of the time, our nannies would just let us do whatever. It’s pretty hard to keep track of three kids in a place this big. Whenever Dad got back from a concert tour, this place would be filled with parties. But the three of us always liked it best when it was just my dad hanging around and doing dad stuff.”

I spun around in his arms. “See, that’s what I like about you. Even with all this, you’re exceptionally normal.”

“If that isn’t just what a guy wants to hear when he’s holding a beautiful woman in his arms.” He kissed me. “Is there anything else you like about me?”

I wriggled closer to him and could already feel his erection pressing against my belly. “I could probably find a few other things if I thought long and hard enough.”

He reached up and ran his thumb across my bottom lip. “You have a way with words, Kensington Modante.” His hand dropped to my waist, and he reached up beneath my shirt and smoothed his palm over my back. I wrapped my arms around his neck and brought my mouth against his. It took only seconds and parting intermittently from our kiss to strip naked.

“Cannot fucking get enough of you, Kensie,” he muttered against my mouth.

“It’s all part of my plan,” I said softly.

“Your plan’s working.” He turned me around and pressed my hands on the windowsill. My eyes drifted shut catching only glimpses of the lush scenery below. The world beyond washed into a colorful blur as he left a trail of hot kisses down my back. I sucked in a stunned breath as I felt him kneel down behind me. His mouth pressed against the bare skin of my bottom.

I held tightly to the windowsill as he gently spread my legs wider. He reached around and slid his fingers through the moist folds of my pussy, pushing my ass out farther to meet his mouth. “Do you like this, baby?” His mouth vibrated against my tender flesh as he spoke.

“Yes,” I uttered on a long breath. My head felt filled with air as he pushed his tongue inside of me. His thumb stroked my clit as his tongue probed deeper. My entire body and mind were centered around my pussy as he coaxed me closer to orgasm.

Cole was skilled and knew just where to touch. I jutted my bottom out farther, pleading silently for more. I squeezed my thighs shut around his hand as he continued to massage my clit. My arms shook as I braced myself against the window ledge. Sunshine poured through the window pane and wrapped my body in its comforting warmth. The pressure of Cole’s tongue made me clench tighter. Seconds later, my body quivered in pulsating waves, and my pussy clamped deliciously around the onslaught of his tongue and hand.

“Cole,” I sighed breathlessly. I could barely keep myself upright as my body shook with the exquisite feel of it.

He stood and wrapped his arms around me and lowered his mouth to my ear. “That was the first of many,” he promised. My mind was still in a haze as he spoke. I’d never been with any man who knew my body so intimately. He seemed to know exactly what I wanted. And I wanted him. Everything about the man had me trembling. As much as I’d tried to keep my head on my shoulders, it seemed Cole knew just what to do and say to make that impossible.

“After tasting you and hearing you say my name, I’m about to lose my fucking mind.” Cole grabbed a condom from his nightstand, took my hand and led me to the small couch in the sitting area of his bedroom. He sat down and dragged his heated gaze over my body, finally stopping to study my face as I straddled his lap.

My pulse had just slowed from the last orgasm, and I found it racing again, trying to keep pace with my heart and my breathing as I slid down over Cole’s erection.

His eyes drifted shut and his head lolled back against the couch as he took hold of my hips to guide me over him. “God, baby, you fit me so perfectly,” he growled. “Like we were fucking made for each other.”

I wrapped my arms around his head and his face pressed against me. He teased my nipples with his mouth just as he’d done with my pussy. I squeezed myself tighter around his cock, and he groaned in appreciation.

“Yeah, sweetie, just like that, hold me like a fucking glove. You are something else, Kensington. Don’t ever want this to stop.”

I rose and fell over him, his strong hands held my bottom bracing me against him as he impaled me over and over again. I ground my hips forward, causing my clit to rub against him, bringing me again to that exquisite ledge, the last moment of clarity before my body and mind dissolved into pure pleasure.

I lifted my hands and braced them against his hard shoulders as my movements sped up. He met me with an upward thrust that pushed his cock so deep he seemed to be reaching pleasure spots I didn’t know existed. Each movement made me contract my pussy around him. I wanted to hold him there inside of me forever.

His fingers pushed harder into my flesh as he strengthened his grip on me. His hazel eyes were dark green and unfocused as he gazed up at me. “You first, baby. I want to be deep inside of you when you come.”

My legs shook from fatigue as I contracted my muscles and moved over him in a frenzied rhythm. He met my body each time, rocking deeper inside of me, reaching those secret spots of ecstasy.

I gripped his shoulders and tried to keep myself from melting into a trembling puddle. The wild sensations of an orgasm started inside my pussy and I clenched around him as I whimpered at the intensity of it. I was as weak as a rag doll as he tightened his grip on my ass.

“Fuck yeah, that’s it, baby.” His head dropped back, and he continued pumping his cock inside of me as he came.

His hold on me softened. I folded against him and pressed my face against his neck. His arms went around me. We sat in silence for a few minutes. I was still reeling from the sex and hoping he was feeling the same way. In the midst of it all, he’d said we fit each other perfectly. I felt it too, as if I’d finally found a match. I knew it was too early, and my luck with men never went this smoothly. Still I couldn’t help but feel that this was what I’d been waiting for.