Page 44 of Analysing Her Assets

Tamar smiled at him. Not the closed-mouth smile. Her real, full, beautiful smile.

“Take off your underwear.” He obeyed with alacrity, peeling them clumsily down his legs. His erection hung almost touching her rolled up dress, stained darker where it got damp.

“Finish me, please,” he begged. She licked the inside of her hand and reached down. Her slick cool fingers enveloped him, and he grunted in relief. She gently yanked his cock towards her, creating a turmoil in his lower abdomen. She looked down between them as she stroked him, once, twice, thrice, squeezing his shaft.

“Tell me what you like.”

She used his pre-cum, circling her thumb around his cockhead, pressing down lightly.

“This...” he gasped. “And also what you did before, like when you pulled me.”

“Oh.” She bit her bottom lip, her dark eyebrows furrowed a little in concentration. She was so sexy, focusing on his pleasure like that...pulling and squeezing, letting go, then applying more pressure. He moaned, letting her know he loved it.

His balls tightened. It was the only warning he got, a mere split second, before a glorious wave rushed through him. He lowered his head, his nose close to her gorgeous cleavage, and he came. He sniffed her deeply and came some more, and she didn’t stop, she kept working his cock, and he shook with his release, and kept ejaculating, covering her midriff, soiling her beautiful red dress.

“Tamar,” he said her name, rolling it in his mouth. “Tamar.” Her warm palm held onto his shaft until every last bit of his cum was spent, until he grew soft, only then dropping him.

He slumped next to her, and his hand touched a large wet spot.

“Your bed is soaked.” He hoped she wouldn’t be upset about it, about her dress.

Tamar giggled.

“Yeah, I’ve never squirted with a man before. I didn’t take the necessary precautions. I mean, I did squirt before, with my toys, but you were better. You went on and on and on, and you used your tongue, and lifted me in the air. It was crazy.”

He propped himself on his elbow. He smiled into her gorgeous eyes, and arranged her silky hair around on the pillow. That was courageous, telling him what that meant to her. Honesty like that, with a sex partner, was new. He’d always been gentlemanly, sometimes playful, but never that open.

“You’re very welcome. It was the best sex I’ve ever had.”

Technically, they didn’t have sex. But it didn’t matter, because he made her squirt. He had superpowers.

“Do you want to take a shower?” Tamar ignored his confession. Maybe she didn’t believe him. It was okay—he’d behaved like a jerk yesterday, and it would take time for her to take him at his word again.

He glanced at her bedside clock. It was half-past eleven. His time was nearly up.

“I’ll shower at my place.” He got up and grabbed his shirt from the wooden hanger.

“It’s your turn next time.”

“So, there will be a next time, huh?” he asked, happy, the happiest he’d been in months, years. She nodded, her mouth curved sexily.

“I’ll see you and ignore you at work,” she promised, reminding him what it was all about.

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