sexually pent up and Perry had managed not to screw up her orgasm for once. A lifetime ago.
His broad grin took away her embarrassment. “How about we see if you can do it again?”
“I think I need a minute.”
“Yeah?” He slid in and out of her, moving faster as his erection returned. “Normally I need a minute too,” he rasped as he continued to fuck her. “But you’ve got me so turned on.” He thrust faster. “Can I take off the condom? Let me fuck you raw. I’ll pull out before I come. Please? I have to feel you around me.” He groaned. His forehead was slick with sweat, his breath sawing out of him with each stroke.
“Yes.” Not the smartest answer she could have given, but like him, she had to feel more. The idea of him inside her without barriers aroused her unbearably.
He withdrew and took off the condom, tossing it on the floor. “Look at what you do to me,” he uttered in a gravelly voice, holding himself out to her. “I just came, but I’m so hard. Gotta get inside you. So hot,” he muttered as he put the tip of himself at her entrance.
He stared into her eyes as he pushed inside, and she moaned, entranced at how full she felt.
“God, yes.” He fucked her with long, slow strokes, driving her crazy. “You like that? You want more?”
She wrapped her legs around his waist, trying to urge him to hurry. “Faster, Conlan.”
“Touch yourself. I want you to come.” He slammed inside her again, and she arched into him. “Look at those breasts. So big, your nipples are so hard,” he rasped as he took her with more aggressive strokes.
She put a hand between them and fingered herself, close to orgasming once more.
“Oh yeah. Gwen, baby.”
He closed his eyes and pumped harder, so deep she felt him at that special spot inside her that excited her past caution. Then he thrust again, and she lost control. She seized in a mind-numbing orgasm and cried out as her body and mind splintered.
She felt a gush of moisture leave, and then he pulled out and came over her belly, gripping that thick cock as he jetted all over her.
“Fuck. Oh yeah, get me nice and wet,” he moaned as he emptied.
After some time, he let go of his cock and watched her with shuttered eyes.
“Conlan?”
“Gwen.”
He sounded satisfied, and the sleepy grin he gave her turned her lust into something she hadn’t expected. He leaned down and caressed her mouth with the whisper of a kiss that was so much more than desire.
When he pulled back, they regarded each other with caution.
“What was that?” she asked, astounded and still trying to catch her breath.
“That was us, realizing we’re going to need a round three to see if that was a lucky orgasm. Correction— orgasms . Plural.”
She sighed to hide her happiness. “If you insist.”
He grinned. “I think I must.”
“I’ll go along on one condition.” She let him ease her up and off the bed.
“What’s that?”
“That we get clean in the process. I’m not the only one who made a mess.”
He laughed. “You got that right.”
* * * *
The next morning, after his shower, as he dressed, Conlan listened to the silence in his now empty house. Good God. What a night. He hadn’t intended that they have sex so soon. Well, sure, he’d been thinking about it. But fucking Gwen, after all that had come between them, was sure to be a mistake. So why had they spent the night together?
“I am such a bonehead.” He stared at the mess of his bed and the many layers of blankets over the leftover damp spots. And yep, like clockwork, there went his cock, turning hard at thoughts of his sexy lover.
He missed her already, and she’d only left an hour ago, screeching at the time because she’d been due to meet her cousin for breakfast.
This—whatever it was—between them should have been simple. Colleagues to lovers, then friends. Yet after getting to know her, he wanted more.
Stripping his sheets and preparing for a lot of laundry, he cleaned his
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