Page 40 of Glitz & Goals

“You like that, don’t you?” I ask. “Because you missed me. You’re soaking wet.”

“I am, I am.” Her voice is slurred, and her legs twitch from time to time.

“When you thought about me, did you use a toy?”

“I did,” Viv admits.

I withdraw my fingers and slap her ass again. Her back arches, and she lets out a desperate noise.

“You like toys?” I ask. “Do they make you come extra hard?”

“Yes.” She’s braced this time, but I still feel the shudder that runs through her when I slap the other cheek. I’m careful to keep things light, but her cheeks are still turning a pretty pink beneath the black lace.

“Would you like me to use toys on you sometime? See how many times I can make you come before I finish inside you?”

“Yes.” She braces again, but instead of spanking her, I slip my fingers back inside her and resume rubbing her back until she melts against me.

“I’d like that, too,” I tell her. I adjust the angle of my fingers, searching for her G-spot. I know the exact moment I find it, because Viv lets out the sweetest, most guttural groan.

I keep moving slowly, working her up to that precipice until she tenses and screams my name, tightening around my fingers. I keep going until she relaxes again. God, I love watching this woman come. When I shimmy out from under her, she goes completely limp against the mattress. I lower myself on top of her, my chest to her back, and give her hair a gentle tug, just enough to clue her into what I want. Viv turns her head, and I slip my slick fingers into her mouth. She moans and immediately sucks them.

“Are you ready for my cock?” I whisper.

She nods even as her cheeks hollow around my fingers.

“Do you want it slow, like that? Or do you want me to fuck you hard?”

Viv’s lips curl up at the corners. She sucks her way to the tip of my fingers with a wet pop. “Hard,” she says. “It’s your cunt, remember? Show me how much you’ve missed me.”

I sit back on my heels and lift her hips so that I can shove a pillow beneath them. She lets out a pleased laugh, which shudders into a sob as I line up my achingly hard dick, dig my fingers into her upper thighs, and drag her back onto my length.

My eyes fucking roll back in my sockets. Silky soft and sloppy wet, Viv’s pussy is the most perfect thing I’ve ever felt. I almost, almost, come right then and there. I’ll never wear another fucking condom again with this woman. I take a moment to catch my breath. She feels so good, like she was made for me, like if I let go for even a second, she might slip through my fingers and take every damn piece of me with her.

I have to take a moment to catch my breath. She feels so good, so much better than before. Fucking my fist while I think of her doesn’t compare. I snap my hips forward, seeking more of her warmth, and Vivian mewls into the bedding.

I’m glad I made her come first because there’s no way I’m going to last. So much for my attempts to be the one in charge—I’m fucking her with raw abandon, spurred on by her incoherent cries of pleasure. I’m so keyed up that it takes an embarrassingly short period of time for the pressure at the base of my spine to burn white-hot and spill into her. I keep thrusting until the sensory overload becomes too much, but I’m still desperate and horny and determined to make this good for her. I tip Vivian sideways and crawl backward down the bed to position myself between her knees. Her clit is swollen and such a lovely shade of pink that I kiss it before sucking it between my lips. Viv digs her fingers into the back of my head, holding me in place while she rolls her hips.

I open my mouth without thinking to lick into her, only to remember that I just came inside her, that I’m tasting both of usright now, and the thought is too much for me. I’m hard again, or maybe still, and rubbing myself against the sheets…

Vivian howls my name as she comes a second time, and I don’t wait this time. I haul myself back up the bed and sink my dick into her, thrusting into her as frantically as I did before. I kiss her throat, lift one hand to her lacy bra, and squeeze her breast. I need to get closer, even though I’m pressed against her, even though I’m inside her.

In college, I fucked around. There’s something about hormones that made me horny all the time. I didn’t want to use anyone, but I wanted to come all the time.

My need now is just as desperate, but it’s bubbling up from a different place. I’m not mindlessly desperate to get laid. I’m desperate forher. I need to feel her. I need her to feel me. I need her to want me just as much, and in the same ways.

I think I’m already falling in love with you. Then I’m coming inside her again, and Viv is rubbing my back like I rubbed hers earlier even though I can feel that she’s still coming down from her earlier orgasm. We melt into each other in a messy tangle of limbs, and even though I’m utterly spent, I don’t want to move. Maybe never again. I want to know that she’ll be here again.

I want to know that she’ll stay.

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I don’t remember falling asleep, but I must have because I sit up when my shower turns on. Viv’s side of the bed is empty, and I swear my balls ache from how hard I just came. When I try to get up, my knee betrays me, and I almost wipe out.

Okay, walking is not a right-now thing. I sit on the edge of the bed and wait for my muscles to stop being putty.

I’m still sitting there when Viv emerges from the bathroom, already clothed. Her hair falls in damp waves around her shoulders.

“Everything okay?” I ask.

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