Page 59 of Beneath the Blindfold

I kissed her. Deep and slow, showing her I could fuck the same way if that was what she wanted. We had all night. We had tomorrow too. Maybe a lifetime, if I was lucky.

But she moved on me, using her body to sayslowwasn’t gonna do it for her. She worked her hips and I nudged further inside, all the way until I fit. Her pussy was tight as a fist. Hot, and wet, and I nearly died and went to heaven when she began to fuck me.

“Oh,” she whispered. “Oh, I like this.”

She was gonna kill me. Cause of death: Courtney Crawford. It was a great way to go.

“Yeah?” I said softly against her ear. “How about this?”

I squeezed her hips, getting her to stay in place, and then I moved beneath her. I thrust into her hot body, which felt so good I was gonna go out of my damn mind. I should’ve gone slower. Maybe not as deep. But she moaned and dropped her head onto my shoulder, and rode me like she loved it.

I put my hands on her ass, pushing and pulling her to ride me faster. That got her whimpers started. She bit down on my shoulder and it made me drive harder. Finally, my mouth slammed against hers, and she kept up with me, not breaking the kiss.

We got sweaty. Out of breath. She was trembling and twitching, and it was un-fucking-likely I was gonna last much longer. Not with the way her tits were bouncing from my hard thrusts, or her moans that were so sexy, they should have come with an explicit content label.

I pushed her hair out of our way as we kissed, and skimmed my fingers down her body. Lots of girls didn’t come from regular sex, and Court was one of them. I knew because she’d gotten plastered after we went out and celebrated her signing the divorce papers, and her drunk lips told me all sorts of intimate shit I prayed wouldn’t get me friend-zoned for life.

I’d had to jerk off when I got home, thinking about how I’d try to make it happen for her.

I pressed the pads of my fingers to her clit and stirred as she hammered down on my cock. This shit was getting intense, and dire. I wanted to come. It boiled in my veins. But I really wanted her to get there first.

“Oh, shit,” she gasped. She rocked against my hand, finding a rhythm she liked.

“That’s it,” I said. Everything was picking up. Her tempo. My heartrate. Her moans. My urge to go off.

“Julius, right there. Oh, fuck, right there.Right there. . .” she trailed off. As her words got softer, her tremors got bigger. I stirred my fingers, rubbing furiously, and the cry she let out was the sweetest fucking reward. Her muscles locked up and her pussy clamped down, strangling my dick.

Sent me right over the edge with her.

I came in a rush of fire. It burned hot, and then freezing cold with each burst, and the pleasure was fucking unbelievable. My heartbeat got all fucked up, speeding along. I groaned my satisfaction, letting it roll from deep in my chest.

She was still shaking when it was over. Her body pulsed an aftershock and I jerked inside her. The feeling was overwhelming. There was nothing else I could do but sit there and kiss the shit out of her. It was all I wanted to do anyway.

Eventually, she slowly pulled off and collapsed beside me on the couch. I was burning up, but also disappointed she wasn’t on me anymore.

“You okay?” I asked. I tried not to hold my breath.

“I’m great.” She gave me playful side-eye. “And also, I’m not made of glass.”

“Didn’t say you were.” I pretended I wasn’t relieved and acted casual. “You thirsty?”

She nodded.

I got up and went into the kitchen. First order of business was to ditch the condom. I washed my hands, then grabbed two cans of Bud Light from the fridge. “Don’t be putting any clothes back on,” I said loudly. Her body was too amazing. I might spend the rest of the night just looking at her.

Who the fuck was I kidding? I had lots of plans for her—

The couch was empty and my stomach felt funny. Her dress was still on the floor though.

Bathroom? Nah. The door was open and the light off.

“Courtney?”

“In here.”

I switched the cans so I had them both in one hand and used the other to brace myself on the doorframe to my bedroom. Her hair was messy from sex and her cheeks pink. She had the covers over her, but it didn’t matter. The sight knocked me hard. It was only the woman I loved, naked in my bed.

No big deal.

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