Page 11 of Fumbling for Perfection

I grind my hips into her as she rides out her orgasm against my hand. “Sweet baby Jesus.” I suck her bottom lip between mine, not giving her time to recover.

“Don’t move.” I set her feet on the floor and make a mad dash for the bathroom.

Hell, why are my condoms buried in the bottom of my travel bag? I swear, if I don’t have any, my balls are going to fucking combust. I strike gold, finding three shoved in the corner under my deodorant and toothpaste, and rush back to the main room where Riley is using the wall to prop her up.

“I can barely stand. And you’re still dressed.”

“Good.” I make quick work shucking my shoes, jeans, and briefs, then step into her space again, propping her between the wall and my hard-as-fuck dick. “By the time I’m done with you, you won’t be using the wordbarely.”

When my dick is wrapped in the condom, I lower her onto me and bury myself to the hilt. Her chest rises in surprise, and I take a peaked nipple in my mouth and suck. Hard. My cock throbs inside her but I don’t move. Not yet.

Her pussy is tight. So fucking tight. I should have hedged in slowly, but I’ve been holding back for two hours. Riley rocks her hips and I squeeze my eyes shut, warning my dick not to fire off too soon.

“Riley. Hold still.”

“I can’t.”

“Baby. I’m not going to last. You feel too fucking good.”

“It’s only fair.” She pants, still rocking her hips, smashing her tits in my face. “I didn’t last so you shouldn’t either.”

That’s fair. I pump once. Twice. Three times and she squeezes my dick so hard with her cunt I think I’m going to black out. Needing to feel the pulse of her orgasm on my cock, I slip a free hand between us and play with her clit.

“Oh, God. I’ve never...I can’t. Walker. I’m going to—”

She doesn’t need to tell me, but I like to hear her words anyway. I ram my hips into her, pumping my fucking soul into her, feeling her orgasm on my cock. It’s fucking Heaven and Hell and I can’t hold back any longer. When I think she’s on her way down from her high, I bury myself balls deep in her and explode.

My release sets off another orgasm in her. Fucking hell. Back-to-back, or maybe the same one. It doesn’t matter. My cock is happy. Tired, but happy. I release her nipple from my mouth and make a trail of kisses along her clavicle and up her neck.

Her pussy squeezes me again and my sensitive dick jerks. “Sorry. Aftershocks.” She cups my cheeks in her hands, brings my face to hers, and gives me the most tender kiss. “Thank you.”

“Me? Fuck. Thankyou,Riley.”

She drops one leg to the floor, then the other. “I’m pretty sure I got the better end of this deal.”

“Deal?”

“Three orgasms to your one.”

“The night’s not over yet. And for the record, your orgasms are a win for me, so how I look at it, I’m up four to three.”

I hold Riley’s dress hostage and give her one of my shirts to wear while I order room service. We sit across from each other on the big bed instead of at the table—her idea—which I like. I like very much. And I like even more my shirt on her naked tits.

“49ers fan, are ya?” She pulls at the shirt, then reaches across our array of food to steal one of my french fries.

“Do you follow football?” I ask instead of answering.

“I mean, you can’t live in New England and not follow the Revs. I don’t schedule my life around Sunday Football, but if Boston is playing, I watch. I don’t think they play San Francisco all that often.”

“Not usually. Did you play sports in school? I assume since you manage a sports performance facility you’ve always been athletic in some capacity.” I pick up the rest of my burger and finish it in two bites.

“Cross country, basketball, and track. My track coach was really into yoga and had us do all sorts of stretches at the beginning and end of every practice. She got me into Pilates after I graduated as well. My college offered classes and I kinda fell in love with it.”

“Yoga?” I say with a smirk. “Care to show me some of your favorite positions?”

She tilts her head to the side and does a poor job of hiding her grin, which makes me want to kiss her even more than I already do.

“What is it with guys and their one-track minds when it comes to yoga?”

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