Page 38 of One Hot Moment

"Never said that." She inches closer, still on her knees. "Forget about cats. Touch me and find out just how hot I am for you."

I can't move. Her silky voice has mesmerized me.

Tabitha stretches her arm out to me and crooks her finger the way I had done a moment ago. "Give me your hand, Spence."

Helpless to resist her, I hold out my hand.

She wraps her fingers around my wrist, urging me to reach out, and splays my palm over her mound. My fingers slip between her folds, and her wetness dribbles onto my palm. The aroma fills the air. I suck in a deep draft of her scent and pet her slick folds.

Tabitha sucks in a sharp breath.

I pull my hand away. Then I push my fingers into my mouth and devour her cream with languid swipes of my tongue. "You taste better than our sensual snack foods."

She stares at me for several seconds, eyes unblinking, lips parted. Then she grasps the base of my erection and impales herself on it. The suddenness of her action stuns a gasp from me.

"You're quite keen on snack foods," I say. "If I'd known that, I would have used cooking metaphors instead of cat-related ones."

"To hell with food. I pounced on you because of what you just did, petting me and devouring my cream. Now shut up and let me fuck you, Spence."

I had no idea Tabitha would turn into a naughty schoolmarm in the throes. But I like it. While she begins to rock her hips gently, I grasp them to encourage her to go faster. She sets her hands on the chaise's back. The speed of her movements increases second by second, and I can hear the wet sound of her cream lubricating her movements. I need her to go faster, but I can't summon my voice. The only noises I manage to make are grunts and sharp hissing sounds.

Tabitha throws her head back, abandoning herself to the sensations.

I thrust a finger between her folds and rub mercilessly.

She fucks me faster, letting out wild little cries.

I buck up into her, hoisting my arse off the chaise---and she comes. "Need to let go, but I don't have a condom."

Tabitha leaps off the chaise and sprints through the living room. A few seconds later, she returns to the patio and straddles my lap with a condom packet between her teeth. She rips the foil packet open. My heart races so fast that my ears start ringing. But at last, she covers my length with the condom. I waste no time, thrusting into her wildly once again while her inner muscles rouse and resume desperately clenching my cock over and over. I buck my hips up into her movements more wildly. The sensation of her body milking me does me in. With a few more punishing thrusts, I'm done.

Tabitha collapses on top of me. Her head rests on my shoulder, and her breaths come short and fast. I comb my fingers through her silky hair while I try to regain my breath too.

Why has sex never been like this before?

As our pulse rates gradually slow down, I kiss her forehead. "If that's how cats shag, I need to watch more nature television shows."

She laughs, almost spluttering. "I am not a cat, and I don't care to emulate their mating practices." She sets her chin on my chest, gazing at me with eyes darkened by desire. "I love the way you fuck me, Spencer."

"Oh, no, love. You fucked me."

"Would you like to meet my family this weekend?"

I freeze. Did she just say... No, she couldn't have meant that. It's the endorphins or oxytocin or whatever that's making her say that. "Ask me that again after you've come down from the shagging high."

"Don't need to come down from anything." She shifts her position to rest her tits on my chest with her arms folded across my collarbone. "I know exactly what I'm saying, and I mean every word. Do you want to meet my family? I'd understand if they're too kooky for you."

"Too kooky? Darling, you haven't met my family or my mates. I guarantee they will out-kook your family."

"So, you do want to meet them? This weekend?"

"Yes. I insist on meeting them since I'm"---In love with you. That's what I almost said, but I don't want to scare her away. It's too soon to feel that way, but I can't convince my emotions to agree with that statement---"dating you. We are a couple, correct?"

"Of course we are." She pushes up off my chest, using her palms to lever herself up. And she smiles. The expression is so ebullient that I suddenly realize I'm smiling at her the same way. It's contagious. "Asheville is about six hours away. We can take turns driving."

"I enjoy driving."

"So do I. We're perfect for each other, aren't we?"

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