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I felt a little ridiculous.
   Like I was back in high school again, sneaking onto the computer when nobody was home to look at sex diagrams and drawings of positions, not because I was sexually active yet…but because I liked looking. And learning.
   But I wasn’t in high school now. Instead, I was an adult, a detective with the LAPD for fuck’s sake, and yet I still felt like I was 16 again when I opened up my laptop and typed “giving head” into the search box.
   “God, Sarah,” I breathed, shaking my head at myself as I clicked an article from a women’s health magazine. That seemed legitimate. A women’s health magazine giving tips on how to suck a cock properly. Better than some weird girly magazine that tried to make sex, like, super cool. “Your man will love the way your lips feel around him!” Cheesy wink.
   I read through the tips. Playing with his balls, stimulating the very tip of his penis because it was incredibly sensitive, et cetera. I read through it again. And again. And then I researched the best way to deal with the cum if he orgasmed.
   It had been almost three weeks since Chuck and I had started seeing each other. Or, as Carina liked to put it, it had been almost three weeks since Chuck and I started FB-ing. And even though she knew his name was Chuck, she continued to refer to him as “FB”, which I supposed I didn’t have much problem with.
   One thing was for certain, I could not get enough of the sex lately. It seemed like I spent every other night with him between my legs. Sometimes it was a quickie against the wall, and other nights we went at it for hours. It depended on what we both needed from one another.
   And luckily Chuck seemed just as hooked on our sex meetings as I was.
   I sighed and downsized the website with oral sex tips, pulling up another sight with positions. As I nonchalantly perused the positions and read about the advantages each position had for me, I really did feel 16 again. 16 going on 27. Or something like that.
   My phone buzzed and I picked it up from my desk, turning it over to glance at the screen. It was from Chuck.
   Still awake?
I smiled a little and glanced at the clock on my computer screen. It was nearing midnight. I chewed my lip a little bit. If I didn’t reply, he’d assume I was asleep and he’d let me alone. If I did reply…Well, I didn’t know what. And I was too curious not to do whatever I could to find out what he was cooking up in his brilliant brain.
   At least, I assumed he was brilliant. He fixed my phone the other night while we were sitting against the headboard of my bed, naked and letting our bodies have a short rest between rounds. I’d been smacking it against the heel of my palm because the screen went completely blank while I checked my email. Chuck plucked it out of my hand and fixed it. He did it without even blinking an eye, either, before handing it back to me and smiling. I’d been sufficiently impressed.
   I unlocked my phone and replied to his text.
   Who wants to know?
I bit my lip. I could see that he was typing.
   And then…
   I’ll take that as a yes, Saucy Sarah. I giggled to myself, watching as the little dots appeared that meant he was typing something else. Are you incredibly busy?
I paused. Then… No. Why?
Are you dressed?
I chewed on my bottom lip a little and raised an eyebrow. Do you want me to be?
Was I going too far? I didn’t know. And he didn’t respond for a minute or two. It was enough time for me to get a little worried. But he finally responded. I’m not sure. Tough decision. There was a short pause. And then… What are you wearing now?
I let my jaw fall open. He was absolutely doing this right now. I got up from my desk and went to lay myself out on the chaise near my bedroom’s balcony. Pajamas.
Awww come on, Sarah. I need more than that. Underwear? Yes or no?
What about underwear?
Are you wearing any?
I usually do, yes.
I detect a hint of sarcasm there, Blondie.
Don’t call me Blondie, nerd.
Come onnnn, Sarah!!
Whining isn’t going to make me play fair.
I watched my phone’s screen as he typed. And then he stopped typing. And then he started again. Stopped. Started again. It made me giggle, wondering how many times he was going to second guess himself before he actually sent me his comeback.
   If you answer the question, I’ll tell you what I’m wearing.
I bit my lip.
   Fine. I’m wearing underwear. And you?
   Fancy that! So am I. Along with pants. And a shirt. Isn’t that craxy? I raised an eyebrow, but then he fixed his typo quickly. Crazy!! Sorry! I’m multitasking.
I pursed my lips and sank even further into the chaise lounge.
   Not sure how I feel about that. You should be giving me 100% of your attention.
You’re right. He was typing more so I waited. 150% Although if I were there right now, it’d be a lot easier.
Is that so? My heart raced a little as I continued typing. If you were here right now, huh? So what would 150% mean if you were here right now? What does that look like?
You mean what does that feel like, don’t you? I could tell you how it looks, but I think you’d get more out of knowing how it feels.
I let my eyes drift shut as I smirked. I knew how it felt to have him inside of me, his hard, strong body pressed against mine. And I wanted it now. So I replied. Then how would it feel? Tell me.
Close your eyes for a second. …After you read the rest of this text tho. Obviously. I giggled. And then remember how it feels to have my lips on your neck. My hands on your body, fingers stroking lower and lower…
He didn’t add anything else for a bit, so I shut my eyes and focused on the feeling I knew so well now after three weeks of it. There was nothing I could do to recreate his lips on my neck, but I did slip my hand underneath my shirt, letting my fingers drift over my belly, down further and further, turning my face into the throw pillow behind me. I opened my eyes and looked to see if he’d typed anything else.
   He hadn’t.
   I typed one-handed. And?
Eager, huh? ;)
Enough cheek, I sent, thrilled by our banter. What else?
My mouth around your nipple. And then the other one. As I slide my fingers down over your sex.
I eagerly pushed my hand under my pajama pants and panties in one movement, sliding my fingers over my clit and tucking them between the lips of my vagina. I hummed happily and rubbed a little to stimulate.
   And then I’d rub faster, he texted. Harder.
I did what he described to myself, arching my hips into my hand a little, and holding the phone up so that I could still read his texts.
   Can you feel it?
Yes…
I kept rubbing myself, letting the phone tip to the side. I imagined Chuck’s fingers instead of mine, and I went to town, even sinking my fingers inside of me at once point, pumping them in and out of my opening, curling them to stimulate my own g-spot.
   I gasped and moaned, and finally pulled my fingers out to start rubbing my clit vigorously, arching myself off the chaise and clenching my ass cheeks. I thrusted a few times, until finally I felt my orgasm come over me. “Hnnng oh yes!” I cried out, still thrusting in pleasure.
   And when I finally lowered myself back to the cushions, I picked my phone back up to glance at the screen.
   Surprise!
It was sent a minute earlier. And I nearly jumped out of my skin when there was a light rapping noise on my apartment door. Still trying to catch my breath, and knowing it had to be Chuck, I hurried to my feet, ignoring the looseness of my limbs, and straightened my clothes and hair as best I could.
   I rushed to the bathroom, washed my hands, gargled with a bit of water and toothpaste, and rushed down the hallway to the door, so that when I opened it, I felt passably decent for a visitor.
   Seeing him standing there with a bottle of wine, after the texts we’d just exchanged, and after I’d just fingered myself to orgasm imagining him doing it…I felt breathless. Filled with need. And excited to see him in a purely physical sense. At least, that was what I kept silently insisting.
   “What the hell are you doing here, Bartowski?” I asked, smirking, and still not letting him in. He’d played his game, I would play mine.
   “I know I probably shouldn’t have just shown up like this, but I did sort of check to make sure you weren’t asleep or busy before I came here from the store.” He shrugged. God he looked good in a suit.
   “What’s all this?” I asked, tugging on the lapels of his brown suit jacket.
   “Oh! Uh…a thing…I had to go to. My sister invited me. So I really had no choice.” He paused. “You gonna let me in?”
   “Hmmmm,” I teased, narrowing my eyes as I pretended to think about it. “What do I get if I do?”
   “I’d tell you, but you’d probably enjoy it more if I just show you.”
   Wasn’t that the truth? I inwardly fanned myself then realized I was being a total dork.
   “I can’t argue with that,” I chirped, opening the door for him and stepping out of the way. He walked in and smiled, holding up the wine wordlessly. “Gimme a sec. Stay here, I’ll get glasses.”
   And I looked over my shoulder as I walked to the kitchen to see him wandering to the table to open the wine. I figured I’d grab him a corkscrew as well.
   Within moments, we were each holding a glass of red wine, sipping it slowly while looking at one another over the rims. I could feel the heat between us. I felt like I couldn’t get enough of it.
   We were teasing one another, both of us resisting the pull a little, enjoying our wine.
   “What’d your sister invite you to?” I asked. It was just small talk, right? Something to drag this out a little longer. What was it again? Delayed gratification? The longer we delayed, the better it would be. Right?
   I still felt that buzz between my legs from getting myself off earlier, though. I rubbed my thighs together a little.
   “A ballet. Her boyfriend bought them tickets to go and then he was called in for an emergency operation.” My eyes must’ve bugged a little because he chuckled and shook his head. “He wasn’t being operated on. He’s the operator. I—I mean…He’s a surgeon. Heart surgeon.” Chuck rolled his eyes at himself and I giggled.
   “Wow, your sister scored big time.”
   “I mean, he’s great so yeah. But she’s a neurosurgeon. Sooo…”
   “Okay, so your sister is a bad ass.”
   “She is! Anyhow, he had to back out so she begged me and I couldn’t let her miss out or go alone.”
   I smiled quietly up at him, swirling my wine in my glass. “That’s sweet of you.”
   We’d been in this position before. The push/pull between us, both of us well aware of how this would end up, but teasing and delaying anyways. The fun would be in seeing who broke first. And I was determined it wouldn’t be me this time, like it was last time.
   He’d made sure with those texts of his that I got a head start.
   I finished the wine and set my glass down on the table, before leaning back a little against it and making sure my assets were on full display as I did my best to direct his eyes to my tits. I wore nothing under the lacy camisole, and I was sure he could see at least the faint outline of my nipples under the cotton.
   “But you’re always sweet.”
   “I try,” he said, shrugging and setting down his own glass. “And what about you, Sarah?” He stepped closer and I could feel his aura of heat even though he wasn’t touching me. “What were you doing before I got here?”
   I wondered if he knew. I wondered if he was aware of the fact that I’d read those texts of his and slid my hand into my pants to pleasure myself. I tried not to blush, knowing there wasn’t any shame in self-pleasuring. In fact, I wondered if it wouldn’t drive Chuck a little crazy if I hinted at it.
   “Little of this, little of that,” I said, shrugging one shoulder.
   “Quite a detailed account, there, Walker.” He moved even closer, looking down at me. And God he was so damn tall. I loved how tall he was. He was one of the only men I’d ever met who made me feel small in a good way.
   “Fine,” I nearly hummed. “I was…enjoying your texts.” I emphasized enjoying, hoping he picked up on the hint.
   And I could tell he had. Or maybe he thought he had and he just wasn’t sure if he was right or not. So he inched a little closer. “Oh. How much did you enjoy them?”
   “Mmmm, quite a bit.”
   “Quite a bit.”
   “Mhm.”
   “Did you do what I asked? Closing your eyes? Remembering?”
   I pursed my lips and reached up to gently undo his top shirt button, revealing more of his collarbone and chest. “I did. Though, I couldn’t exactly remember the feeling as well until I…refreshed my memory a little…myself.”
   He was definitely sure now, and he looked a little crazy like I’d hoped he might. “Sounds fun.” His voice was so breathy and delicious.
   “Oh it really was. I had a blast.”
   He swallowed thickly, and his eyes glazed a little. I wondered if he was picturing me masturbating. The thought of him picturing that turned me on. “Wish I’d, uh, been here to see it in person.”
   My fingers drifted down to find his belt buckle, unclasping it, pulling the leather loose, and leaving it to hang from the loops of his pants. I was driving us both crazy with how slow I was going. “Well I was thinking about you while I enjoyed your texts.”
   “Imagining me?” he asked, still breathless. Although, me palming him over the front of his pants and squeezing might’ve had something to do with it.
   “Must’ve been,” I whispered, my lips close to his.
   The sound of a zipper broke the silence as I pulled his down after popping the button open. Before I could bury my hand down his pants, the tension broke. Chuck broke. He closed the distance and kissed me. It was a hard kiss, but purposeful and sincere. I kissed him back and hummed, sliding my hand into his boxers and finding his hardening cock. I rounded it with my fist and started pumping quickly.
   Now that I’d won and his resistance fell, there was no need to be slow about it.
   But then I gasped, a bit startled when he pulled my hand out of his boxers by my wrist, then quickly moved us both to the couch. But not to the front of the couch. Instead, he had me turned so that I was standing behind it, looking down at it.
   His fingers twisted in my pajama pants and panties, and then they were down at my ankles. I stepped out of them quickly as I heard the rustling of him getting rid of his own pants. I took my shirt off, tossing it away. And as I moved to turn and face him, I felt his hands at my hips, stilling me, keeping me facing away from him.
   Just like that, he had me bent forward over the back of the couch, one hand holding onto my shoulder tightly, and the other tucking between my legs. “Spread,” he practically panted, and I did as I was told, spreading my feet apart and opening my mouth in pleasure as his fingers slid over me.
   He massaged my sex, and I could tell by how easily his digits slid over my slick opening that I was very wet.
   Apparently he deemed me wet enough because I immediately felt his hard penis pressed to my entrance. He pushed into me gingerly, slowly. But nothing after that was gingerly or slow.
   He kept me bent forward, my pelvis grinding against the back of my couch, my hands grappling at the cushions, and he pounded into me from behind. “Oh!” I gasped. “Oh God yeah!”
   And as I felt him squeeze my waist, jerking his hips to burying his cock inside of me deeply, I had something of a deja vu moment.
It hadn’t exactly been new for Bryce Larkin not to answer his cellphone. He’d been harder and harder for me to get a hold of those last few weeks. But this time, it had irked me more than usual. I’d made him write the date in his desk calendar so that he didn’t forget it. I’d reminded him by text at least twice the day before.
   Because it had been an important day. My partner’s daughter had invited me to her wedding and I’d known that if I didn’t bring my boyfriend along, my boyfriend who worked in the same precinct, my boyfriend who’d done a shitty job showing up to other things in the past, that word would get around.
   By the time I’d shown up at Bryce’s apartment, I’d called him three times that day to ask if he would be ready for me to pick him up later that day. And I’d had enough.
   I’d decided that I would drag him out of bed if I had to.
   But I hadn’t been expecting what I’d walked in on. Not by a long shot. And maybe I’d just been incredibly naive or too involved in my work. I just didn’t think I’d see what I saw when I fished my key to his apartment out of my purse and let myself in.
   A short blonde had been leaning over the back of Bryce’s couch, completely and totally naked as the day she was born, her hair hanging over her face as her bright red fingernails clawed at the couch back. She’d been making soft mewing noises.
   And there’d been Bryce, positioned behind her, his ass clenching as he slammed his dick into her, his hands clinging to her breasts. There’d been a string of expletives, apologies, rage, and I’d whisked myself out of that fucking apartment right after.
   But I could still remember the way it had seemed so raw and animalistic, something Bryce had never shown with me. And I’d felt betrayed. So betrayed. And I’d felt ridiculous for being so upset over the fact that he’d done things like that with other women, but never me. Obviously, I was more upset over the whole being cheated on thing. But it had still made me wonder. Was I not enough in bed? Did I give off some sort of prudish vibe or something?
   No, I realized now as I felt Chuck shove his cock into me, moaning at the pleasure, it hadn’t been me after all. There was nothing wrong with me. It had been Bryce all along.
   “Oh, yeah!” I gasped.
   I highly doubted that short blonde had gotten much out of Bryce fucking her over the back of his couch. Or maybe she had because she didn’t have standards.
   All I knew was that I understood now. I understood what it was like to have a man want me this bad. And to want a man just as bad. I reached behind me and grabbed his hand at my hip. “Touch me,” I panted, pulling his hand up to push it against my breast.
   Chuck followed orders very well, leaning over me and squeezing my breast in time with his thrusts.
   And then he stood us both upright and wrapped his other arm around my lower stomach, planting his feet outside of mine and starting to jerk himself into me hard, yanking me back onto his penis. I yelped and dropped my head on his shoulder. “Yes! Oh keep going!”
   He did, pressing his lips against the side of my face and pounding into me from behind, playing with my nipple between his fingers. It continued like this for a few minutes, but it didn’t take long for me to feel my finish approach.
   “Harder!” I gasped, and I squirmed my way out of his hold around my stomach to lean forward again, bracing my palms against the cushions of the couch, my head hanging so that I could feel the blood rush in my ears.
   He grabbed me by my hips in both hands and started fucking me hard and fast. “Godddd, Saraaah,” he groaned, his voice catching as his groin thumped against my ass repeatedly. And with one last rough, deep stroke of his into my center, I came.
   I breathed out a curse and dug my nails into the cushions, rocking myself back against his cock to feel more of it inside of me. And I continued doing that until the pulsing ecstasy dimmed just a little. Chuck pulled out, and instead of moving back like all of the guys I’d slept with in the past would have in this situation, he didn’t pull away. Instead he wrapped his arms around me from behind and held me up, as though preparing for me to lean on him in case my orgasm had made it harder to stand.
   At the moment, I didn’t need it, but I accepted the gesture all the same, leaning with my back against his chest. “Godddd that was so hot.”
   He shook his head and chuckled. “I have never done that before.”
   I could feel his breath against my hair, his chest heaving behind me with the effort he’d just expelled.
   “Really?” I breathed, still unable to speak properly.
   “Really. Something about you makes me freaking crazy.”
   I hummed and let my eyes drift shut. I liked that. I liked how honest he was with me, and that he wasn’t holding back.
   The way his hand stroked up and down my belly as he stood me up and held me against his chest was making me hot. Maybe because I could also feel his hardness pressing into my lower back, too. I still wanted him.
   “Sit on the couch,” I breathed, reaching up behind me to run my fingers through his hair. The way he kissed the side of my face before complying was pretty intimate, but I just chalked it up to emotions running rampant from the sex, and I let him lead me around to the front of the couch.
   I spread my old blanket out over the cushions, knowing sex wasn’t exactly the cleanest thing to do on a leather couch, and I gave him a naughty shove to make him fall back and sit like I’d told him to. His grin was so boyish and adorable as he looked up at me.
   Smiling down at him, I climbed onto the couch, straddling him, and easing myself down to sit in his lap. He immediately leaned in to suck on my tit, reaching up to press my breast into his mouth and flicking my nipple with his tongue, nipping it with his teeth.
   “Ah! Oh, Chuck…” I whispered, running my fingers through his hair.
   I let him worship my breasts for awhile, letting my sex get a little rest for a second, loving way the wanton buzz was still there between my legs. I scooted even closer on his lap and held his head, looking up at the ceiling with a sigh.
   This really was just so damn good.
   Chuck reached up to gently pull the hair tie from my hair and I giggled, fluffing my blond locks out and taking the hair tie to toss it on the coffee table behind me. And then I pushed my hand between our bodies and took his hard cock, teasing it a little, before guiding it into my vagina. “Oooohhhh,” he groaned against my nipple.
   I rocked into his lap fluidly, my graceful thrusts impressing even me. And Chuck was staring down between our bodies in fascination, apparently just as impressed. Or maybe he just had a thing for watching his own dick disappear inside of my core.
   Either way, the look on his face was spurring me on.
   Having control meant I could get myself off again quick, and that’s what I did, varying between rocking back and forth, swinging my hips in circles, and bouncing wildly. I clung to his shoulders and fucked him until another orgasm cascaded through my body. “Ahhh! Ahhh hnnnng. Oh yes,” I whimpered. “Oh, that’s it. Ohhhh…”
   He was still so hard inside of me, but I climbed off of him anyway, pulling him to his feet and making him follow me down the hallway to my bedroom. We left our clothes by the couch, both of us wordlessly deciding we wouldn’t need them for awhile.
   I made him lie back on my bed, his feet planted on the floor, and I climbed up to join, straddling his abdomen. I towered over him, my knees braced on either side of his waist, and I enjoyed the way he stroked my thighs, looking up at me in full trust.
   The way he licked his lips made me incredibly horny. His eyes were just so cloudy as he focused on my crotch. And then he wordlessly reached up to take my hand. I wasn’t expecting what he did next. He moved my hand to press it against my groin, making sure to rub it over my sex.
   “Show me what I missed earlier,” he breathed, his eyes flashing.
   I gulped, suddenly incredibly shy. I knew I was blushing. Nobody had ever asked me to do this before.
   “You don’t have to,” he said reassuringly. “If you’re uncomf—”
   “No, no,” I interrupted, shaking my head. “I want to. It’s just that I’ve never…I mean, only in private.”
   “I understand. If I asked for too much, just tell me.”
   “You didn’t. This is just…new.”
   He stroked my thighs again. “Take your time.” His eyes focused on my sex again. “Enjoy it.”
   Even though I was still a little embarrassed, I wanted to do this, and I slid my fingers up and down my sex slowly, taking care to really feel what I was doing to myself. Chuck was watching closely. I could feel his eyes on me as I shut mine. And then I spread the lips of my vagina a little and sank a finger inside. I heard Chuck let out a soft growl beneath me and instead of making me embarrassed, it turned me on even more.
   “Mmmm,” I moaned quietly, starting to pump my finger in and out of my center. I curled it to touch my g-spot and hunched my shoulders a little at the sensation. “Oh God yeah,” I gasped. I focused on that spot, rubbing the pad of my finger over it again and again.
   I started thrusting against my hand, my finger sinking even further into my sex, and then I looked down at him. He was so turned on. I nearly lost my ability to breathe at the sight of him like this. And when I pulled my finger out and started rubbing my clit, he groaned, his hands squeezing my thighs.
   But then I realized he was pulling me, giving me some sort of hint or something.
   I scooted up, my confusion written on my face. Chuck arched his back off the mattress and put his hands on my ass, practically lifting me all the way over to kneel over his face. My eyes widened at the hungry look he wore. And yet, in spite of the hunger, there was a question in his gaze. He was asking permission…for this?
   All I could do was nod, my heart racing as he gripped me by my hips and lowered me to sit on his face. And I groaned loudly as I felt his tongue glide up my slit. Oh God this was way better than I’d even dreamed. I never quite understood why women loved getting eaten out so much. And maybe that was just because Bryce had tried it once, my other boyfriends before him never. And Bryce hadn’t been great. In fact, he’d decided he didn’t like it and never did it again.
   Chuck, however…
   He was a smart man. And incredibly talented man.
   “Ssshhhit!” I whimpered, having to brace my palms against the mattress as I fell forward. Said talented man was burrowing his face in my sex, his tongue and lips stimulating every last sensitive spot there.
   I felt his large hands cup my ass and spread my cheeks, lapping at my slit and sucking my clit between his lips interchangeably.
   I started to gyrate my hips unconsciously, moving my hands to grip onto his hair. He hummed against my entrance and I felt the vibration of his voice surge through my lower half. With a gasp, I pushed down against his face and felt his tongue enter me.
   “Oh God, Chuck!”
   He sucked on my clit some more, then went back to work, running his tongue up and down my vulva, lapping at me like I was an ice cream cone on a 100 degree day. His hands on my ass started to guide me, then. Back and forth, back and forth, going opposite the way he nodded his head while licking me. I caught onto his rhythm and started riding his face, tightening my fingers in his curls.
   I’d never experienced anything like this before in my life. I’d never ridden someone’s face. I’d never met a man who would’ve let me. And honestly, it had never occurred to me to want it before because of that.
   This wasn’t a one sided thing, either, which completely surprised me. For how much ecstasy I was experiencing thanks to his talented mouth, I could see how much pleasure he was getting from it, too. Was it my taste? Or were the sounds I was making turning him on? Or did he just really, really like eating his sexual partner out? How did it take three whole weeks for us to do this? And how would I ever resist sitting on his face again?
   I heard a smacking sound as he tugged on my clit and let it slip out from his lips, taking a deep breath and looking up at me from between my legs. I stalled my soft back and forth thrusts to meet his eyes. God this was so hot, seeing his face between my thighs, licking my cum from his lips.
   “Harder,” he said, and I felt his cool breath against my wetness. I was aching for an orgasm, and the throbbing became even worse when I heard his command.
   I grinned headily and pressed my sex into his face again. He started licking and sucking at me wildly and I moaned, letting my head fall back as I gripped his hair tightly and started riding his face hard.
   He was keeping up with my powerful, fast thrusts easily. And every so often, he groaned or grumbled or growled. It literally felt like my lower half was on fire in the best way possible.
   I couldn’t control the sounds coming out of my mouth. Soft mews, moans, gasps, curses. The sensations were too much.
   The only way I could get this sweet torture to stop was to ride his face even harder. That’s what I did, clenching my ass under his hands and grinding my sex against his mouth. I grit my teeth and whimpered. “Oh yes! Yes yes yes! Come on, I’m almost there!” I gasped. “I’m almost there!”
   Suddenly I was pitched to the side as he threw his weight against me. I landed on my back with a yelp, grinning in awe as he re-situated himself between my legs and pulled me close, diving in to finish the job.
   I watched as he basically motor boated my sex, reaching around my leg to press his fingers against my clit. He rubbed hard as I arched my hips into his face. When I came, I felt my legs twitch and I shut my thighs against his head unconsciously, twisting my fists in the sheets beneath me. “Oh yeeeeaahhhhh,” I cried out loudly, my chest heaving.
   He licked at my cum thoroughly, not moving away from my vagina until a few minutes later when I’d come down from my orgasm.
   My body fell back to the mattress as I tried to control my breathing. I didn’t know what to say. All I knew was that it had felt better than I could have ever imagined it feeling.
   Chuck stayed down between my legs, propping himself up and licking his lips, looking up my body to meet my gaze as I glanced down at him. “Is it in bad form for me to ask how it was?” he asked.
   I shook my head and chuckled breathlessly, pushing my hair back from my face and letting out a long breath. “I have no idea. But I do know that I’m gonna need that again sometime. Sooner rather than later.”
   His grin was massive and a little proud. He had every reason, so I couldn’t exactly blame him for it. “You got it,” he drawled.
   And as he gently kissed along my thigh, I was distantly aware of the fact that I’d just gotten the oral treatment from him. Did that mean I was supposed to return the favor? After Bryce had tried it on me, he’d immediately laid back and expected me to blow him, I remembered. I’d done it, and Bryce hadn’t even gotten me off.
   I stopped that line of thinking immediately, however, because I didn’t feel the same way about things as I used to back then. I owed myself better. And I didn’t owe anyone else a damn thing.
   But I needn’t have worried, because it was evident from the way Chuck took his time kissing up my body, that he wasn’t expecting a damn thing.
   Shutting my eyes happily, I just laid back and enjoyed the sensation of his lips on me. Slowly traversing the ridges of my abdomen muscles, licking along my ribs, then back down to my belly button, which he tongued. And when he hummed with his mouth covering it, I felt that delicious twinge in my lower belly. Like he was slowly working me up again. I was fine with that. And I was fine with how long he was taking to do it, too.
   I reached up to put my hand on the back of his head, playing with his short, soft curls between my fingers. How was his hair this soft? It was almost too soft to be real. I gave his hair a little tug, teasing him, and received a soft, pleasant chuckle against the underside of my breast where he was currently kissing and sucking.
   And then he covered my nipple with his tongue and closed his lips around it, sucking and flicking. I let out a groan, squirming in pleasure and smiling. His mouth was just so warm and wet, and when he pulled it away to turn his efforts to the other side, the cool air of the room felt so good against me.
   I could feel his hard dick against the outside of my thigh as he gently thrusted against me, and I reached down with my free hand to touch it with my wanton fingers. I wrapped them around his length hungrily and gave him a teasing squeeze, earning a quiet whimper from him. I twisted my fist as I began to pump him slowly, and I noticed how much it was distracting him from what he was doing with his mouth.
   Maybe that was one of his weaknesses in bed. Multitasking.
   I was fine with that. And anyways, it was nice to know he had at least one fault. Not that this one was even worth mentioning.
   I started pumping him a little faster and he groaned, lifting his mouth from me and propping himself up to stare between our bodies and watch what I was doing to him. “That’s so good,” he whispered.
   The way he was thrusting himself into my hand…I suddenly ached to have him inside of me again.
   So I stopped. He took the hint, but without picking up my full intention. I wanted him inside of me, yes, but I also wanted to be on top. But he was already shifting his weight on top of me, pushing his cock into my center, bracing his knees on the mattress between my legs.
   Chuck took my hands and moved them to grab onto my bed’s headboard. And I opened my mouth in awe as he started thrusting into me.
   It felt so good, and I wanted more. But I also felt mischievous and playful. So when I saw that he was getting lost in the sensations, I decided to act before I got lost, too.
   I shifted my weight suddenly, throwing us both to the side, rolling him onto his back.   Climbing up to sit in his lap, his hot pulsing penis still buried inside of me, I grabbed his hands and moved to mimic his actions from a few moments earlier, making him hold on tight to the headboard.
   He chuckled a little, which turned into a groan as I started jerking my hips back and forth in his lap. I rode him hard, gasping because of how deep he was. He grabbed my breast and I threw my head back with a moan of his name.
   But my moan got caught in my throat as I felt him slam himself up into me, throwing me to the side and rolling over me so that I was on the bottom again. His strokes were fast and hard. And even as I laughed at the game we were playing, I found myself focusing on how much strength and power was in this man.
   I practically punched the headboard as he shifted his weight and slammed his cock into my g-spot. “Oh, shit!” I gasped. “Yes, Chuck!”
   I had half a mind to turn us over again, but now that he’d found my spot, and he knew it by the determined look on his face, I didn’t want to. He kept shoving himself right there, meeting it over and over again.
   Lifting my legs up, bending my knees, I reached down with both hands and grabbed his ass cheeks. My legs swung back and forth with his hard thrusts, and the bed began to creak underneath us, but I kept a tight grip on his ass, squeezing him in time with his thrusts.
   “Sarah!” he whimpered against my neck, nuzzling me there. And then his hands pulled out from under me, grappling to prop himself up over me almost a little desperately. Bracing himself against the mattress under us, he started thrusting inside of me so deep, his torso over me at an angle. I watched his muscles in his arms and abdomen, completely in awe of the intense pleasure rocking through me.
   Chuck reached up to hold onto the headboard and started going even faster, even harder. I had to spread my legs a little more, and dropped my feet to the mattress, lifting my ass a little to get him even deeper.
   I could see in his face that he was on the edge, so I started rubbing and squeezing his ass cheeks harder, rocking myself up to meet his thrusts as best I could. And then on a whim, I reached up and tangled my fingers in his hair with one hand.
   He came inside of me, his eyes shutting, crying out my name. The wet heat spilling into my center felt so damn good, the way he was throbbing inside of me, his ass clenching under my fingers, and his abs twitching.
   “Shit!” he gasped. “Ohhh God!”
   He had to thrust inside of me quite a few times before he emptied completely, and then he gently lowered his weight onto me and let out a long, satisfied groan.
   God, that was fun. That was a fucking blast.
   I was breathless, even as I found the strength to wrap my arms around him and squeeze.
   Then he gently pulled out of me and sat up, looking down at me and wiggling his eyebrows. “Champagne?”
   It was all I could do not to laugh uproariously.

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