Page 35 of A Smooth Operator

"Yes."

"Well, I don't give a fuck," I commanded, "your finger on your clit, now."

She did as I asked, and I loved feeling her hands on her pussy, rubbing against me as I moved inside her. Her eyes closed as her pleasure took her over.

"Echo, eyes on me, Baby Doll."

She was gasping now. The pressure of me inside her, her clit swollen and ready to detonate, all of it was too much.

The sounds of our bodies, wet and slamming against each other, filled the room. "Come for me, Echo. I need to hear you, Doll. I need to feel you. Drench me."

I leaned down and bit her nipple.

She came hard, screaming my name. I raised myself so I could angle myself deeper inside her, even though I didn't think it was possible. My speed increased, and my body began to shake. I felt my balls tighten and my thighs strain. I jerked and pulsed inside her right before my cock erupted, wave after wave of my cum filling the condom.

She was panting, her arms were on my shoulders, her eyes glassy with surprise. Her lips were curved in a smile like she was giddy with pleasure. It was contagious. I smiled back. I collapsed on top of her and kissed the corner of her mouth.

I pulled out of her and removed the condom, tied it up, and dropped it on the floor. I'd clean it up later cause I didn't have the energy to find her bathroom. I lay down next to her and pulled her into my arms. I stroked her hair back from her face.

"You okay?"

"So okay," she hummed.

She had no subterfuge. She enjoyed the sex, and she was admitting it—no playing coy. No making a game out of it. Nothing.

"Now I have to ask a question, which is undoubtedly a cliché," she teased.

No woman had amused me right after a heart-pounding orgasm. "You mean, you wanna ask me if it was good for me too?"

She burst into laughter. "Exactly."

"It was amazing, darlin'."

I took a strand of her hair and curled it around a finger. "I want to do it again," I whispered, the words out of my mouth before I could stop them.

She frowned, and her eyes went to my softened dick.

"Not right now," I chuckled. "I meant that I'd like to do it again sometime."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"I'd like that too."

I didn't want to leave. I really didn't. I wanted to stay in her bed. It was a comfortable bed—a king—I noticed.

"This is a big bed for a little person," I tried to lighten the mood. I let go of her and sat up.

"I didn't have a bed until I was in a dorm in Vandy; and that was small. I promised myself that I'd buy myself a big bed when I got a job."

I was about to get out of her bed when what she said registered. I stilled. "What do you mean you didn't have a bed until Vandy?"

She sat up and began to put on her bra. "With Mama, I slept on the floor 'cause the couch was…a mess." She began to button her blouse, which I watched with some regret. I wanted to keep her naked and get back into bed.

"And at Fern's place?"

She got out of bed and put on her shorts without panties.

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