Page 47 of The Sweet Spot

I groaned under my breath as I pulled out the white Hubba Bubba shirt. Why had I suggested this? I sure hoped he was a boob guy because my girls were my biggest asset. I didn’t put them out into the world much because I wanted to be valued for my work, not my tits, but he was about to see them in their full glory. At least I had a cute white bra with a bit of lacy pink trim. A change from my normal sports bras.

I changed as quickly as I could without it looking obvious that I was trying to rush it along. The shirt was a bit tight around my girls, but otherwise fit.

“Hubba Bubba,” he said.

I think every part of me turned red. “You did not just say that.”

“It looks hot on you. I think you should cook in it.”

“You’re weird, and I don’t want to get it dirty.”

“I have an idea,” he said, coming closer to me and pulling me into his arms. “Let’s get you out of the shirt.”

My heart picked up a million beats.

“You know I have to make dinner for Ryan.”

“You’re right. Let me fix that.”

He walked over to his phone, leaving me standing there. I watched him tap out a text, then place his phone back on the coffee table.

“I told him you weren’t feeling well and that he should get takeout. I said I’d pay for it so he doesn’t bitch too much.”

I tried to give him a disapproving frown, but it wasn’t working. “That was very naughty of you.”

“Would you like to see more of that?”

“I think I would.”

He effortlessly scooped me up, and I let out a little shriek. No one had literally swept me off my feet before. He carried me to his room and gently placed me down on his bed. I sat up and watched his eyes as they turned a darker shade of blue.

“While I love the shirt, I’d prefer to see you out of it.”

I pressed my lips together and slowly pulled off the shirt. He was standing over me on the bed and about to pounce, but I held up my hand to stop him.

“Now it’s your turn.”

He ripped off the shirt and carelessly threw it across the room. It landed somewhere near the window, and I giggled. He motioned for me to stand, and I did. He then reached out behind me and undid my bra. It fell harmlessly to the floor. I caught him hitching a breath as he reached out to touch both my breasts.

“These are perfect,” he said, brushing his thumbs over my suddenly pearled nipples.

My heart beat wildly as he then slipped his hands down to my jeans and undid the button, then the zipper. I shimmied out of them, kicking them away. I did the same to his jeans, trying to keep my breathing as even as possible.

He picked me up again, laying me on the bed. He lay down next to me, and I turned to face him. He kissed me deeply, and I got lost in him then. I didn’t care about anything else in the damn world. And when his hand slipped under my panties and he found my wet core, I moaned as he slowly massaged my clit. He broke the kiss and then focused on my boobs. He couldn’t stop touching, kneading, kissing, and licking them. Between his mouth and his fingers, I was feeling an orgasm coming, but it was too soon. I had to hold it off.

I came completely undone when one finger slipped inside me, then another. They were on a mission, exploring and torturing me all at the same time. And when he found what he was looking for, I thought I saw stars. The blinding orgasm ripped through me, and he wouldn’t stop his torture until I screamed.

He finally let his fingers slip out of me as my body stillshook from my climax. He kissed me hard, whispering in my ear how badly he wanted to fuck me. My body hummed at that, ready for another round, and as he pulled off his boxers and reached for a condom in his nightstand, I stared at his magnificent cock. Everything about him was magnificent. When he settled between my legs, my body quivered with excitement.

He pushed into me slowly, and I let my body relax, taking in the welcome invasion. Inch my damn inch, he moved inside me, looking for that spot again. I didn’t need him to find it. I was so ready for this that I had another orgasm waiting in the wings. I pushed into him, and he grinned devilishly.

“Don’t you want to draw this out?”

“I need you to fuck me.”

He pushed in hard, right to the hilt, and I yelped. It felt so damn good. He kept a steady pace at first, but when I squeezed him, using my Kegel muscles to the max, I knew he couldn’t hold on much longer. His thrusts picked up with intensity, and when he played with my clit without warning, he pushed me over the edge again. I let out a guttural groan as I came hard, followed closely by him.

That had been the best sex I’d ever had.

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