Page 92 of I Won't Be In On Monday

And I murmur into his ear, "And you will be mine, as well," I say, and he chuckles. I feel his hands slip around my back, and he unbuckles my bra. I lift my arms, and he slides it off. His lips clasp down on my right nipple, and I moan as he sucks.

I feel his fingers pulling down my panties, and I reach over and rub the front of his boxers.I can feel him swallowing hard as he once again presses his nose towards my navel and then licks down. He parts my legs with his hands, and I feel his tongue licking and sucking me, and my entire body trembles. I watch as he stands and pulls off his boxes. I swallow hard as I stare at himnaked. He's the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen in my life. He looks down at me, his face expressionless for a moment before he bursts into a wide smile.

"I'm not a poet, but I could write a poem about this moment," he says.

"You going to do some stand-up for me?"

"I mean, if you'll do some for me."

"No way," I say, laughing as I grab his hand and pull him back down toward me.

"I did stand-up poetry once, and, while I did survive, I'm never doing it again. I literally sucked."

"I bet you weren't that bad," he says.

"Trust me, I was worse than bad."

"I don't believe you," he says, clambering over me. I feel his lips on the side of my face. He leans down and kisses my neck. I feel his cock positioned between my legs, and he's rubbing gently. "You're so wet for me," he says.

"I've been wet for you since the first time we met," I whisper against his lips, and he growls. I feel the tip of his cock at my entrance.

"Fuck. You turn me on so much, Juniper."

"Not as much as you turn me on," I say as I dig my fingers into his shoulders. I lean up and kiss him hard. "Fuck me, please. I need to feel this."

"It might hurt a little bit," he says, "But I promise I'll go slow." He reaches over to his nightstand, and I watch as he grabs a condom and slides it onto his cock.

“I wanted to do that,” I say.

“Next time,” he grins, as he plays with my hair and gives me another kiss. He positions himself between my legs again, and I can feel my heart racing fast. I grip the sheets, waiting. He positions himself and slides into me, just a little bit. “Let me know if it hurts,” he says.

“I will,” I mumble against his lips, and he slides into me a little bit more. I feel like he's too big. He's too wide, and I'm not going to be able to take him, and then he slides a little bit more, and I feel a slight pain. I cry out, and he pauses and looks down at me.

"Are you..." he starts, and I wrap my legs around him and pull him down hard. My fingers go to his hair, and I kiss him.

"Just fuck me, please."

He groans and slides deep inside of me, and for a few moments, I’m not sure how I feel, but then as he moves back and forth and I feel his thumb against my clit, I feel nothing but pleasure.

“Oh, fuck, yes,” I cry. “Fuck. What are you doing to me?” Before I know what’s happening, he’s moving faster and faster, and our bodies are bouncing and jiving in the bed like we're doing some sort of mambo that I've never seen before, but wish I had. The pain is gone, and all I can feel is pleasure. He kisses me hard and fast. His tongue is in my mouth, and his cock seems to slide deeper and deeper, until I feel myself at the top of the hill, and I'm crashing. I'm coming faster and faster and faster, and then I feel his body stilling before he erupts and collapses onto me as he grasps my hand and holds me close to him.

"I love you, Juniper. I love you."

"I love you, too.” I stare at him. He pulls out of me slowly, and I watch him pull off the condom and place it to the side. It's full, and I grin. I run my fingers down his chest. "I'm ready to go again if you are."

He bursts out laughing then.

"My little minx, you've gotta give me a couple of minutes," he says as he strokes the side of my face. "Plus, I don't wanna go too many times tonight. I don't want you to be too sore."

"I'll be okay," I say, smiling at him.

"Trust me when I say you might have trouble walking in the morning." He grins as he runs his fingers idly across my nipples.

“You think?” I say softly, and then I look at his cock. He's flaccid, but it's still big. "Okay, maybe."

"How did it feel?" he asks me softly.

"Amazing. How did it feel for you?"

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