The plates stacked on the bedside table, I gave her enough time to finish her drink before getting up to kick off my jeans. There was almost an entire pack of condoms waiting, and I didn’t want to waste another minute.
Her gaze drifted to my rigid cock then back to my face. “You were hungrier than me.”
“Big appetite. For everything.” Lifting the blankets at the end of the bed, I crawled beneath and settled between her legs to demonstrate just how greedy I was.
Later, when I’d had my fill of her sleek cunt in my mouth, I spooned against her. I scooped her tits in my hands, and slowly fucked each hot, heavy inch of my cock into her.
“Fuck, JB. You’ve got one hell of a body.”
She gasped, rolling her hips against me. I took her deep and slow, my lips pressed to her neck or ear or shoulder. Her face entranced me when she came, lips parted, eyes closed, soft moans slipping out.
“Oh fuck yes, Hunter. Unhhh. Keep going, keep . . .”
Her intense orgasm conjured mine. I sucked in a last breath then let loose with a full-body ripple ending in a rush of heat blasting from my cockhead. The pulsing sensation drew me deeper into her, my hips jerking, my arms squeezing her against me.
“Holy fuck,” she whispered.
Turning her to me, I kissed her cheeks and her lowered eyelids. I placed my lips against the hard-beating pulse in her throat. “You’re still alive.”
“Mmm. You’re good.” She stretched from head to toe.
“So are you.” And she felt damn good in my arms. I combed my fingers through her tumbling locks, easing out the snarls caused by our sex-fest.
She rubbed her palm against my chest, teasing my nipples, playing with the hair. “You’re hot.”
“So are you.”
She slipped her leg over my thigh and caressed the sole of her foot up and down my calf. The action brought the heat of her pussy against my newly interested cock.
“Stay tonight?” I struck while the iron was hot.
“Can’t. Early start tomorrow. In fact, I should probably get going.” She uncoiled from me and slid from bed.
As she searched for her clothes, I had the pleasure of watching her. Her delicate-looking body had mega-curves that overflowed my hands. The soft brown waves of her hair draped across her shoulders and tits. Every once in a while, a nipple peaked out.
“Oh yeah? The Monday grind?” I moved into her warm spot and got another dose of her perfume.
“Mm hmm.” She gave no further comment, firmly shutting off that line of conversation.
Maybe she didn’t want to get any more personally involved than I did. Maybe that was a good idea to hold onto.
I walked her out with her hand held in mine. At her Ducati—fire engine red unlike her lipstick, which was long gone by now—she tugged on a pair of riding gloves. Our breath formed little puffs of white clouds in the chilly November night.
Pinning her to me with an arm around her waist, I melted our lips together. I forgot all about the cold air with her warm mouth cushioning mine, her tongue darting inside. The goodnight kiss went on and on, heating me from the inside out.
She broke the kiss. “I need to go.”
“Yeah.” I swooped in, sucking her bottom lip between mine.
She whimpered before twisting her fingers in my hair, gripping me harder.
I pulled back with a groan. “You really have to leave?”
“Uh huh.” She nibbled on my neck, rasping her tongue on the dark stubble.
“Because I can wake you up for work.” My palms settled on her ass.
“Uh unh.” She plucked at my lips.
“So who’s gonna stop first?” I dove back inside her mouth, my tongue lunging inside.
“You are, because you’re a gentleMAN!” JB squealed the last part as my fingers maneuvered down the front of her jeans.
Pushing against her pussy, I gritted out, “Says who?”
“Ohhh.”
I circled my fingers against the top seam, aiming for her clit. “One more for the road, JB?”
She broke free with a low laugh, wobbling on her legs. “You play dirty.”
“You should know that by now.”
“I’m going.”
“Wanna make sure your legs can hold you up first?”