Page 60 of Biker's Baby

Our lips met, and we kissed tenderly. There wasn’t the frantic lust that I expected. It wasn’t the hurried, forbidden need that rushed through me like the last time we’d slept together. No, there was something so much more sensual about this. We weren’t just getting ready to fuck each other. This was far more tender than that.

I lifted myself up on my knees, then I crawled over the top of him, straddling him with my legs as I ran my hands down his chest. He put his hands on my tits, smiling up at me as he looked at my entire body. He squeezed my breasts, teasing my nipples with his thumb and index finger.

I let out a soft moan, easing myself back on his body. I leaned forward, slowly sliding backward, letting his cock push against the wet slit of my pussy as I did. I was so aroused, and he was rock solid, there was no need for me to use my hands to guide him into the right place.

I gasped as he slid into me, but I didn’t stop moving until his entire shaft had disappeared inside me. He let out a soft growl as I started rocking back and forth on top of him, riding his cock like it was made just for me. My tits bounced with each thrust of my hips, and I closed my eyes, arching my back and looking up toward the ceiling as I continued to pleasure myself riding his dick.

He was as hard as a rock, and riding him like this, I felt him in an entirely different way. The last two times we had had sex, he was the one on top. He was the one calling the shots. He was the one who directed me to orgasm while I was the one who enjoyed it all.

Now, I was the one in charge.

And I loved every second of it.

I rocked harder, letting the wet slap of my pussy on his cock fill the room. He moaned as I slid fast and hard, the sweat gathering on my back as I worked myself over the top of him. I was becoming more aroused with each slide, and I was getting closer and closer to orgasm.

“Oh, baby,” he growled, “You’re going to make me cum. I’m going to cum, baby, but I want you to finish first.”

“Cum with me,” I told him. “Please.”

“It’s happening!” he groaned.

I had to fight to keep my voice down as I slid with him, feeling his dick pump his load inside me as I continued to rock back and forth, feeling every part of him as deeply inside me as he could possibly go. At the same time, the waves of pleasure ran through me, intensified with the rocking of my hips as I road him through each wave of pleasure.

He shuddered with the pleasure of the feeling as well, gently reaching up and brushing my hair behind my ear once we’d stopped to catch our breath.

“You want to lie down and hang out for a bit?” he asked. “It’s not going to take long before I’m ready for round two.”

I smiled. “I wish I could, but I don’t know when Tris’ll wake up, and I don’t want to be up here when he does.”

“I understand,” he said. “But I still wish you could.”

“I wish I could spend the entire day in bed with you,” I told him.

He grinned, but before he had the chance to respond, his phone started going off on the nightstand.

He looked to see who it was, then sighed.

“I better take this,” he told me as he picked it up.

“I’ll get dressed,” I said. I slid out of bed and started gathering my clothes, putting them on as I followed my own trail back to the door. I could only hear part of the conversation he was having as he got up and made his way to the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

I didn’t know why, but I suddenly felt gross with myself.

I was the one who had instigated having sex, and I was also the one who said that I wasn’t able to stay in bed and hang out with him. But, when he got up and headed to the bathroom leaving me to get dressed, I realized that I didn’t want to just have sex with him.

I didn’t want to just have this loose, uncommitted relationship with him, either.

I wanted something more. I wanted something real. I wanted a relationship.

But I had no idea how to tell him. I had no idea if he would even consider doing the same with me.

And I still hadn’t told him my secret.

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