Page 48 of All Yours

I wasn’t about to stop until I was sure she’d gone over the edge. It didn’t take long until she cried out, her back arching, whole body stiffening as she about ripped the hair from head. I held her hips in place and kept with it until her whole body relaxed. Pretty sure my neighbors heard her cry out, but I didn’t care.

She loosened her grip on me, lungs heaving as I kissed her inner thighs.

“Do you have a condom?”

“In the bedroom,” I replied, sitting.

Sloane swung her legs around and climbed off the couch, letting the dress slide from around her waist to the ground. There she stood in my apartment, her naked body illuminated only by the moonlight. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She strolled toward the bedroom.

“Are you coming?” she asked, walking through the bedroom door.

Scrambling to my feet, I followed her. I found Sloane draped on her side across my bed, her head on the pillow. She looked like a goddess in repose, pale and naked. I pinched myself. This had to be a dream. One I’d had many times. My gaze followed the curve of her hip.

I crossed the room to the bedside table and pulled the drawer open and retrieved what I’d thought of as the wishful thinking box of condoms I’d bought. Now, I thanked my lucky stars that I had them.

Sloane scooted to the edge of the bed as I ripped the box open. The next thing I knew, she was undoing my belt. My pants slid down my thighs before I could get a packet separated. I kicked my pants the rest of the way off. My breath hitching in my chest as Sloane’s fingers slid into the waistband of my underwear.

God, I’d wanted this for a couple of years. Everything was moving fast, and I had fantasized about this moment. It needed to slow down so I could memorize every detail.

“I can’t believe you’ve always been this hot and right here,” Sloane whispered, then slid her lips over the tip of my junk.

The sensations shot through me caused me to freeze in place as pleasure rolled through me like a riptide. Her mouth slide over me again and drew an involuntary moan from the depths of my soul. My vision tunneled to black.

“Wait,” I said, snapping back to reality. “Much more of that, and this will be over before it starts.”

Sloane pulled back and smiled at me as she moved backward into the middle of the bed. She grinned and crooked her finger at me in a “come here” gesture.

I fumbled with the condom and my fingers shook as I tore open the package. Was this real? After dreaming of these moments for so long, it seemed surreal. I managed to roll the rubber down my length and crawl toward Sloane.

“Hi,” I said, moving between her legs.

She giggled. “Hi? I think we’re well acquainted.”

“Well, there’s not a lot of blood flow to my brain right now,” I laughed.

“Don’t talk then.”

“Any suggestions?” I asked, rubbing myself through her wetness.

Sloane moaned. “Yes.”

I slid inside her, and she gasped and stilled.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah. You’re a big boy.”

“Am I hurting you?” fear rose through me. I pulled out.

“No. where’d you go?”

“Here,” I said, rolling onto my back and pulling her on top of me. “You get on top.”

“Seriously?” She straddled me, sitting.

“You’re in control. Use me.”

Sloane smiled and sank down on me, moaning.

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