Page 78 of Unbelievable You

I kissed each inner thigh before making my way up her body to her mouth. Her eyes were bright and dazed.

Gently I placed a kiss on her nose.

“Are you okay?”

Her eyes finally focused enough to look at my face.

“I think so,” she said, blinking a few times. “Wow.”

That was quite the compliment.

“Thank you,” I said. My own desire simmered in my veins and it had been hard to hold myself back from coming when she did. I’d only had an orgasm hands-free a few times, but tonight I’d gotten extremely close.

Hunter slowly turned on her side and faced me, kicking away the pillows.

“So. That was the Katrina Stacey experience,” she said with a smirk.

I stroked one hand up and down her hip. “That was a part of it, yes. I’ve got so much more planned.”

“Don’t you want to come?” she asked. “Give me like five minutes.”

“It’s okay. I thought we could come together. Or maybe even race each other.”

Hunter’s eyes lit up with interest. “You get competitive with sex too?”

“Yeah, it’s fun. Sex should be fun, right?”

“I mean, yeah, but I’ve never thought about making it into an orgasm competition.”

I smiled and couldn’t resist the urge to kiss her. “I’m teaching you all kinds of things.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’m not a virgin, you know.”

“I know. But I get the impression the kind of sex you’ve been having isn’t the kind of sex I have. If I’m wrong, sorry.” I didn’t think I was wrong.

Hunter huffed out a breath and looked at the ceiling. “Fine. Your kind of sex is different. Are you happy?”

I slid my hand around and squeezed her ass. “Ecstatic.”

Hunter

Her sexual ego was way too big. Unfortunately, she’d made me come so hard that I had literally left my body for a few seconds and transcended time and space. I had never, ever come that hard. Not by myself, not with someone else, never.

And she was acting like she fully expected a repeat performance. I was skeptical about that, but I was willing to see what she had in mind. I guess I wasn’t that creative sexually. A few licks of my clit and fingers on my G-spot and that was what I needed. No need for gymnastics or fancy positions or stuff you only saw in porn.

“Do you have lube?” she asked.

“Uh, yeah, in my nightstand. Why?”

She reached over to rifle through my drawer until she found what she was looking for.

I stared at her. “What is that for?” My mind was going all kinds of places.

“You should see your face right now. Calm down, I’m not coming for your ass. Unless you want me to.”

That wasn’t something I’d ever tried with a partner and I wasn’t up for going down that road with Stace, but the way she licked her lips and looked at me had me wondering if I should reevaluate my stance on butt play.

Stace snorted. “No, the lube is for something else.” She set it down on the bed and made peace signs with her hands before turning them and fitting them together.

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