Page 31 of Strawberry Moon
The feeling is beyond anything I’ve experienced before. I’m wild to finish and come, but I’m also filled with tenderness for this man. I’ve never had sex where I’ve cared so deeply for the other person. I just want him to be happy and I want him to need me like I need him. As I gaze at his impassioned face in the dim room, it seems he does.
I slide up, teasing us both for a second, as he nearly pops out. When I push down again, his mouth falls open in a silent gasp, and his big hands clasp my arse. He grabs the cheeks and helps me to move, as he fucks up into me from below.
Soon I’m bouncing on his dick, and our hands are everywhere as we kiss and moan into each other’s mouths. The feeling is too good to last, and before long, I feel my balls draw up.
I lean back and clutch his thighs as he batters into me, no thought to care now, which makes me fiercely glad. His stomach muscles are tight, his expression dark and hot as he thrusts into me, rubbing my prostate almost constantly.
It’s like fireworks in my blood, and I writhe and push down onto him, wanting him deeper. I want him so far inside that he can’t ever leave. My dick bounces between us, precome trickling down it, and when he reaches in and encloses it in his damp palm, it’s game over. He fucks hard into me and twists his hand, and I suck in my breath.
“Fuck,” I shout, shooting over his abdomen in spurts that slide in creamy trails over his olive skin.
He milks my dick, staying with me and continuing to thrust until my motions slow. When I finally look down at him, panting for air, his face is desperate.
“I want to come on you,” he says in a guttural whisper.
I nod frantically. I pull off him, groaning at the feel of his dick leaving me, and then I scramble onto my back, spreading my legs with one foot on the floor.
“Over me,” I whisper, tracing a finger down my torso.
He nods, his expression stark. He swipes his hand through my come on his stomach and then fists his dick, kneeling over me and staring avidly down at my lewd position.
I reach out and cup his balls, and he throws his head back, moaning as come shoots out and covers my abs. He shuttles his hand, grunting, and a last stripe covers my spent cock, the beads of come landing amongst my pubes. Then he lowers himself to me with a deep sigh.
Hugging him close, I press kisses into his damp hair. The strands smell of the sea, and the air around us is rich with the scent of sex and sweat. I give a tired sigh of happiness.
We lie for a while, the only sound that of the waves breaking onto the shore and distant conversations. It makes the whole encounter exciting and clandestine.
Eventually, he rolls onto his back and groans. “This is breakingsomany employment guidelines.”
I laugh. “Just when I thought you couldn’t get any hotter you say that, andboom, it’s like the surface of the sun.”
He snorts, and I cuddle up to him. Belying his words, his arm lifts and wraps around me, pulling me closer.
“We’re not at work so it’s no one else’s business,” I say. “But I think we can definitely do it at work. I’ve always fancied the stockroom.”
“What about protecting the paper?” he says. He’s trying for an indignant voice but his cock is twitching against my hip and obviously attempting a replay.
“I’m sure I read somewhere that semen was good for paper conservation.”
“Really?”
“Maybe it was on Threads.”
He starts to laugh and then he stares at me intently. “I still think I’m too old for you.”
I run my finger over his lip, loving the way he kisses it, affection written all over his handsome face. “Absolutely not. You’re just right. I’m actually Goldilocks in this scenario.”
His eyebrow rises. “Oh really. Is this some sort of role-play?”
I nudge him. “I must admit I’ve tried a few, but they’re tricky in every way. I once got a partner who was in a theatre group, and he was so into playing a horrible boss to my aggravating employee, that he sacked me rather than fucked me.” He starts to laugh, and I cuddle closer. “You’re the correct fit in every way for me,” I say softly.
“Isn’t that just sex?”
“Stupendoussex,” I correct him. “Let’s get it right, Harry.”
“I’ll give you that.”
“Thank you.”
