Page 124 of The Lessons

My eyes flew open and connected with his just as he slid himself into me. Somehow, without words, he said so much to me in that instant. That he was sorry, that he was going to be gentle, but also…that he was going to rule me.

Jesus Christ. When does one’s vagina get used to...?I exhaled as the slight burn of being stuffed gave way to acute pleasure. God, I’d missed this. Somehow, despite my short foray into sexy-land, being without him had left me not merely empty, but also incomplete. Being complete was so much better. As I closed my eyes, I tried to take my time and acclimate to his size, but before I knew it, my core was clenching and pulsing around him. He slid his hands around my hips. I opened my eyes, and we stared at each other. As we rocked together, he looked down at me, and I felt ravaged and worshipped and…beautiful.

You know, eye contact and all that…

Ryan

Natalie looked like her head was swimming, so I paused before asking, “Too much?” Not that I was going to back out. I was simply being polite. I was exactly where I wanted to be: balls deep inside her. Barring a natural disaster or World War III, I wasn’t going anywhere.

“No. So good. Keep going.”

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.”

“Me neither.”

“I’m so sor—”

“Ryan?”

She looked up at me, and I stopped moving.

“I’m not your client anymore. Just shut up and fuck me.”

“Greedy girl.”

“You better fucking believe it.”

I gripped her waist and started to move back and forth, watching her face with fascination. Natalie’s face during sex was amazing. Any filter she had was removed. Every little movement I made registered with her. I moved my cock slowly in and out of her, and she’d moan to match. I’d moved my thumb to her clit and give it a flick, and she’d gasp. I’d grip her ass, and she’d clench harder. It felt fucking awesome. She was fucking awesome.

It was all fuckingawesome.

We made hot, desperate love three times that night before having to stop, exhausted from the release. After we were done and we’d caught our breath, she turned to me.

“So what are we going to do?”

Was she asking for another round? I glanced down. Yeah, I was ready.

“Not that, perv.”

I grinned. “Hey, I just thought…”

“I mean, I don’t think I can I can share you with other women.”

I shrugged. “You don’t have to. I’m done. I hadn’t planned on taking on any new surrogacy clients.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

She smiled contentedly as she turned over and wrapped her leg around me. I was pretty sure nothing could be better than what I was feeling right now, in this moment. Then she turned and looked back at me.

“Ryan, I need to ask you something, but you have to promise you won’t think I’m not totally satisfied with what just happened.”

“Sure, babe, what?”

“Can we go on a date?”

Epilogue

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