Page 23 of Master Debater

I loomed over her, my erect penis a compass that pointed true north.

Or, in this case, toward the true slice of heaven found between Willa’s legs.

Since I highly doubted her selfish, douchebag ex had found her G-spot, I intended to show off my dedication to discovering the highest peaks of my partner’s pleasure.

Not only would it be extra gratifying, but I could already tell one time with this woman wasn’t nearly enough to uncover every possibility. If I played my cards right, it’d guarantee she’d be coming back for more. “Do you know what the G-Whiz is?”

She blinked at me. “Is it some sort of sex toy? My friend’s the one who got me those, like I said, but I don’t think there was any called that.”

“I’m not opposed to throwing toys into the mix eventually, but I’m talking positions, and ones that should be ideal for the both of us.”

Willa shrugged a shoulder. “No idea what it is, but my answer is yes, please.”

I knelt on the edge of the bed, grabbed hold of one of her ankles, and propped it up on my shoulder. Then I told her to do the same with her other leg as I gripped her hips. She obeyed and I towed her closer, until the head of my cock nudged her slick cleft. That was enough to cause a moan from her, and I pushed into her with a groan.

My head swam with the barrage of erogenous sensations. For a moment, I just basked in the tight warmth that welcomed me inside. Then I began to piston my hips. Her sensual noises spurred me on, but they weren’t the elated screams I was aiming for.

A slight readjustment of her leg and the way I distributed my weight on my knees, and I thrust into her again, deeper and slightly upward.

“Nathan, that’s…oh my God, right there.”

Found it. Aiming for that same spot, I repeated the move, thrusting in and out. Goosebumps spread across her body, leaving her nipples so peaked they could probably cut glass. Speaking of, I was obscenely hard, every inch of my arousal straining to reach deeper as it brimmed to the tippy top with frantic, chaotic need.

My carnal side flailed, trying to rid itself of my control, and I had to mentally go somewhere else for a moment to fortify my self-control.

As soon as I returned to this bedroom, and this voluptuous woman beneath me, I leaned over and kneaded one of her tits, watching in admiration as the other bounced in time to my movements. Her silken walls clamped harder each time I tried to withdraw, begging me to stay and then welcoming me back home with an extra snug embrace.

A soft, dulcet toned keen started humming through her, growing speed and volume, and I did the same.

We circled higher and higher, until sweat slickened our bodies. Our labored breaths mingled together, and I no longer knew where either of us started or ended, we were so entwined.

Tension built, my balls growing tighter and tighter. One by one, the threads on my restraint snapped until the tiniest, fraying one remained.

Determined not to go over the edge without Willa, I trailed my hand, between the valley of her breasts, dipping my finger into her belly button before traveling lower, to the apex of her thighs. I spread my fingers, gliding them around the spot we were locked together. The pad of my thumb hit her clit, and she bucked, sheathing my cock so tight black danced behind my eyes.

I pounded harder into her; the slap of our flesh filled the air. The violent rocking of her body suggested she was no longer in control, which was right where I wanted her. Wild and uninhibited, no choice but to yield to our fiery chemistry. I told her I’d burn the place to the ground, and the rising inferno between us threatened to consume us both.

A good way to go, honestly.

“Seriously? Nate, I think I’m… I didn’t even know I could come through intercour—” She locked her ankles behind my head, crying out in pleasure as she rode out her orgasm. The move had brought me flush against her, and while I’d thought I couldn’t go any deeper, I’d been wrong.

As soon as her body went limp, I let go, hammering into her and unleashing every drop of cum I had. My hips persisted their rocking, for so long it left me dizzy and scrambling for purchase on Willa’s bedframe.

Gradually, I returned to my own body, my limbs in my control once again, the room and the woman beneath me sharpening into relief. I swept the sweat-dampened hair from her forehead, bent my head to kiss her, and then fell to the side of her, completely spent.

“I…don’t even have words,” Willa said, and I smiled wider at her sated expression. The moonlight filtered in through the open windows, dancing along the curves of her body, and if I hadn’t traced the same path with my hands and mouth, I’d be envious of a hunk of rock hundreds of thousands of miles away. “I thought I was one of those women who couldn’t come during sex.”

“And I thought I was the expert here. What was with that ankle lock move?”

“Did you like it?” She rolled onto her side and placed her hand on the center of my chest. “It just felt like the right thing to do, but I worried I might hurt you.”

I huffed. “If that’s your method, don’t ever be afraid to hurt me that same way again. I was so fucking deep inside you that I almost set up camp for good.”

“Hey, I’d clear a space for you, because damn. That was the type of sweaty mind-blowing sex I thought only existed in movies. Or pornos.”

“I’m only sorry we don’t have drinks right now, because I’d cheers to that.” We lay there for a few minutes, catching our breath and luxuriating in the afterglow. With this being our first time cashing in on the no-strings arrangement I’d suggested, the urge to leave arose, even as the temptation to stay and enjoy being naked next to her also swirled into the mix.

When I shifted, the sheets and blankets came along with me, and she yanked them back over her. With a frown, I tugged them down, hard enough they landed mid-waist.

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