Page 286 of S is for SEX

My body shuddered.

And I came again.

His finger worked in and out of my pussy. I raised my hips.

And I came again.

I trembled. I was done. That was it. I wanted to die, right here there the kitchen, beside my precious basil.

Ahhh, the smell of the sweet basil.

My mind went blank. As I opened my eyes, the room was dark. I could still feel his mouth on my pussy and his tongue inside of me, but I could not see. I blinked my eyes.

Blurry.

I blinked again.

A silhouette.

Again.

Shane Dekkar.

Holy fuck. I am in no way prepared for anything like this. I’m just not.

I thought of the scenes in my books. They lasted much longer. The sex goes on and on and on. Sometimes they have sex in several different positions. God, I’m going to have to find some form of energy and try and control these earth shattering orgasms. Maybe if I didn’t look at him, it will be easier.

I’ll keep my eyes closed.

That should do it.

I closed my eyes.

I felt nothing. He wasn’t touching me. I wondered if we were done.

I opened my eyes.

JesusfuckingChrist.

He stood in front of the counter, stroking his cock in his right hand.

I slapped the counter once.

Startled, he jumped and wrinkled his brow. His stroke slowed down.

No no no. I love it. Stroke it for me please. I’m in fucking heaven.

Still lying on my back, I raised my fists above the countertop about six inches and gave him the thumbs up sign. I nodded my head sharply.

His pace sped up slightly.

I tapped the counter once.

Both thumbs up.

He stepped to the side of the counter, steadily stroking his cock. As he approached the edge, he grabbed my calves and pulled me to the side of the countertop. With my ass half hanging over the edge, He slowly pressed the tip of his cock into my soaking wet pussy.

Ohgoodfuckinggod.

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