Page 29 of Boats, Moats, & Root Beer Floats

“Want me to stop, love?”

“No, please, don’t— Get this off,” she said, a little of the usual sassy Lindy coming back to me as she plucked at my clothing.

I smirked and dipped my head to suck on the hollow of her throat just to make her squeal with the over stimulation so soon after she’d come.

“Yes, ma’am,” I muttered, letting her have her way, for now.

Her fingertips glided across my chest as I tossed my shirt over the side of the bed and discarded my pants shortly afterward. Her touch dropped lower, her discovery tour heading south. I gritted my teeth as she traced over my erect cock, her touch so light it felt painful.

“If you’re going to touch me, like this.” I closed her hand around me in a tight grip, and gave a hard pump.

“Oh.” Shock coated her voice. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t, love. That’s what I like,” I promised her, sliding a hand between her legs to play with her as she explored.

The soft cries that left her lips as she ran her thumb over my cockhead, smearing precum everywhere, were too damn beautiful. Leaning her backward, I arched over her body, sliding one finger then a second inside her, and let my hand stay still as she squirmed.

“Covin, please—” she panted.

“Not until you’re used to the size,” I muttered, tempted to spank her, though I wasn’t sure how she’d take that.

“No, please,” she begged. “I need you to…”

Her cheeks colored as words failed her, but the way she rocked her hips, riding my hand left me in no doubt of what she wanted, at least, no doubt anymore.

“Do that again,” I demanded hoarsely, fixing her with a hard stare when she shook her head. “Again, Lindy. If you want me to fuck this pussy with my fingers, then you roll those luscious goddam hips again so I can see what you’ll look like riding my cock in a minute.”

She moaned, already reacting to my command before my words fully processed. Her legs spread for me, she rocked against my fingers, rolling her hips and bearing down on me.

“Again,” I ordered, fascinated by how her body knew what it wanted, and took without her permission. I waited until her hips turned down this time and shoved my fingers deeper.

A long cry ripped through the room as she panted. “Covin, I can’t, not —”

“You will. Once more, Lindy. Two more times, alright,” I bartered her pleasure back from her.

She nodded, rolling her hips as I plunged my fingers deeper into her.

Plunge, and withdraw.

Roll.

Plunge, and withdraw.

A shaky hip roll.

“Once more,” I commanded.

She let out a low moan I barely heard as she came for me again. Heat gushed over my palm, coating me to the wrist. I waited until her flutters slowed and pulled my fingers free, licking her juices from my skin.

She watched me through glazed eyes and I wasn’t sure just how much she took in. Her orgasms were so powerful each one wrecked her. Maybe I’d been a little hasty in believing we could go all night. I wasn’t twenty anymore and she wasn’t like any other woman I had ever loved. But still, I'd do everything I could to bring her the maximum amount of pleasure I could tonight before we both crashed.

Together.

Rising over her and gripping the foil pack I pulled from my pants earlier, I leaned in to kiss her long and slow. She deserved it after the performance she just put on for me. I let out ashuddering breath of my own as I discarded the empty pack and rolled the condom on, notching myself at her slicked entrance.

“Anything you need me to do before…” I stared straight into her eyes, needing her okay.

She shook her head. “No, Covin. I’m all yours.”

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