Page 100 of The Secret

My body throbbed again, deep in my core, although it hadn’t ever really stopped.

His eyes slowly scanned my body. “You’re so fucking perfect. That was the most perfect thing I’d ever seen; you, coming on my tongue, bursting in my mouth. Jesus. I want to do it forever…”

I could only stare, stare as you would at a priceless piece of art in a museum. He said nothing more but his raised eyebrow spoke volumes.

“Murray, I need…” For an English major I was doing a terrible job at forming cohesive sentences, not that it was a priority for me right in this second.

“What do you need?” He was still lazily stroking his cock, doing nothing for my heartbeat, which didn’t seem to have any plans to subside. “Tell me, Kit.”

“More, I need more.”

“Okay, darling. You can have more.” He took hold of my legs and pulled me toward the end of the bed, where he was now kneeling. He picked up a foil packet I hadn’t noticed before now, ripping it open with his teeth, wrapping himself. He ran the tip of his cock through my soaking wet center, jolts of electricity shooting through me as he flicked my hyper-sensitive clit.

“Fuck, I want you as close as I can get you. I want to be wrapped round you while you’re riding my dick.”

He scooped me into his arms in one swift movement, while maneuvering the pair of us so I was straddling him. His cock was banging against my stomach, both him and I having the same goal of being inside me.

He lifted me onto my knees. “Ease down on me.”

I did as he asked; gingerly lowering onto him, inch by agonizingly slow inch. Even with how dripping wet I already was, I couldn’t go faster. I hadn’t taken into account the size of him and the length of time it had been since I’d last had sex. His teeth gritted as he filled me up and stretched me out, delicious and hot and so fucking amazing I knew I’d never felt anything like it before.

I tried to hold in my groans as my walls tightened around him, still recovering from the force of my orgasm. I swallowed him up to the hilt.

“Oh God… this… you… feel amazing.”

Never in a million years would I have imagined this on my first day at work; that I’d be wrapped around the most beautiful man I’d ever seen in my life, sweat rolling down the hair’s breadth of space between our bodies, my breasts pressed up against his solid chest as he ever so gently started moving inside me. It produced a groan as loudly from him, as the one he’d made sure I kept quiet.

“Jesus Christ, you feel incredible. Incredible.” His palms held onto my back, his fingers curling around the nape of my neck. “Kit, fuck. Your pussy was made for me.”

We moved together like we reallyhadbeen made for each other; in perfect symmetry and rhythm. His lips met my throat as I rolled my hips forward, tipping myself enough so his cock pushed against my G-spot and grinding my clit.

His fist wrapped round my hair forcing me to lean back, granting himself access to my nipples, my chest, my neck, needing his mouth everywhere it could be until it wasn’t enough.

“More.”

My hands found their way into his hair, gripping it in my fingers as I pulled his lips to mine, the taste of me still on his tongue, devouring him as he’d devoured me. I was building up to something I knew would rip me to shreds, but I couldn’t stop if I tried. Rocking against his lap, finding purchase in the soft mattress, he swelled another degree inside me.

His fingers moved to my hips, digging in as he drove into me, slamming me down hard. Rockets shot up my spine, the flames they left in their wake curling round me like a corkscrew pulling hard in my core, twisting for the release I desperately needed. They soon turned into a full-blown wildfire, spreading through my body as though my blood was laced with kerosene.

Our heartbeats merged as our bodies pulsed in sync. He placed my palm on his chest again. “You feel that, baby? You feel how we’re made for each. Holy shit, you’re perfect.”

I felt it; I could feel nothing but him, filling me up, filling me everywhere until I couldn’t see or hear anything but him either. He’d taken leave of all my senses. One final ferocious thrust sent us both into our own cyclones, destroying us from the inside out.

He came with a loud cry, drowning out my own as I collapsed against him, almost sliding down his chest from the sweat we were both slick with. The iron taste of pennies flushed my mouth and I realized I pierced the skin, biting down on my cheek trying to keep quiet; I sucked it away with a shiver.

Lifting my chin, he brought his lips to mine, kissing me with a tenderness that turned any bones I had left to marshmallow.

“That was definitely using fuck as a verb,” he snickered before his tone became serious. “I never knew sex could be like that.”

I craned my head back, almost drowning in the emotion filling his eyes. “Like what?”

He stroked my cheek. “Like so intense that I didn’t think I’d ever get close enough to you. I still don’t feel I am.”

It had been the same for me, all consuming, not getting anywhere near enough as I wanted. There was no logic or reason to this intensity.

“I’m not letting you go.”

I didn’t answer. Instead, I curled up into his sweaty chest, forgetting anything I’d been worried about today, yesterday, all week. The constant niggling had been dulled with Murray flavored Valium.

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