Page 20 of The Tryst

He says it like the body of water is the only thing between us. Not our jobs, not our goals.

But I focus on the moment. “I have a few big expectations,” I say, with a coquettish bob of my shoulder. “I expect an orgasm from you. Maybe work on giving me one with your dick?”

He growls. Then in a flash, he gets off the bed, lifts me up, and tosses me over his shoulder. “More than one, beautiful,” he says, smacking my ass as he carries me across the suite to the living room area, then sets me down on the couch.

When he undoes another button on his shirt, I’m giddy with excitement. I’m about to get a show. The sexiest man I’ve ever met is stripping naked for me.

He tosses a careless glance at my clothes. “Take off your dress. Want to see those beautiful tits.”

His filthy mouth is fire.

I pull my dress over my head as he removes his shirt.

His pecs are covered in a smattering of golden-brown chest hair that trails down the ladder of his abs, a happy trail guiding me to his dick.

“Take off the bra, Lola,” he demands next, and I comply.

He hisses when my breasts are revealed.

Then, I make a twirling gesture with my finger. “Your turn.”

He just smiles, like he can’t believe the briefly shy girl is now a hungry woman again. And I am ravenous. I can’t wait to see all of him. To watch this powerful businessman who commanded the crowds today take a risk with me.

He reaches into his pocket, snags a condom from the wallet, then tosses it on the couch next to me.

He makes quick work of his pants.

The clip of my heart increases. He’s so turned on there’s a wet spot on his boxer briefs.

For me.

He strips out of his briefs, and my lips part. His cock is thick, hard, and pointing right at me.

He comes around to sit on the couch, beckons me closer. “On my lap. You’re going to ride me like this. Up close, so I can have my hands all over you as we fuck.”

With a get-on-me smack of my ass, he sets the mood once more. I climb over him, straddling his muscular thighs as I gaze down at the handsome man under me, cataloging his features. His sun-kissed skin, his strong arms, his carved muscles.

My hands visit him all over, traveling closer and closer to his cock.

He’s patient, letting me explore his body as he moans and breathes out hard. But I’m done. I want tofeel. I reach for the condom and give it to him as anticipation slides down my spine. He rolls on the protection, then offers me his dick.

I rise up, finding just the right position. For a brief second, the reality of what I’m doing hits me.

I’m going to have sex for the first time.

And I’m ready. I’ve never wanted anyone else like this. Never felt this ache between my thighs so intensely, this tingling in my nipples so acutely. “I want you,” I say.

“Then have me,” he urges, holding his dick for me. Like he’s handed me a baton in a sex relay, I take over, thrilling at the feel of his shaft in my hand.

I rub him against my wetness. I find just the right position, and I guide him inside. A half inch maybe. Then another.

And wow. That’s…a lot.

I tense at the intrusion.

He runs a hand gently down the outside of my thigh. “Breathe, beautiful,” he says in a tender tone.

I breathe in, out.

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