Chapter 14

Sally opened her mouth to say she didn’t need one but then was hit by an unexpected wave of embarrassment and self-consciousness. There was no good reason for it, but she was suddenly mortified by the idea of admitting that she was ready to jump into bed right away. So she just smiled, nodded, and went to sit down on the sofa.

It wasn’t like they could fuck for five whole hours anyway. It was still just her second time.

The second of the short erotic films on the DVD was actually better than the first one, and Sally was extremely turned-on when it ended thirty minutes later. While Oyin was shutting it off, she stood up and slid off her robe.

She thought she looked nice, and she had every right to wear what she wanted when she was paying a lot of money for the experience. She still felt a wave of self-consciousness, though, when Oyin turned around and took in her lacy chemise.

No expression was evident in his blue-gray eyes. She really hoped he didn’t think she looked silly.

Without being prompted, she went to turn back the covers and lie down. Oyin moved the condoms and lubricant to the nightstand and turned off all the lights except the bathroom light.

She watched as he wordlessly undressed, and this time she wasn’t remotely tempted to snicker.

When he got into bed and moved over her, she sucked in a gasp as his face lowered toward hers. For a moment, she was sure he would kiss her, but he just trailed a line along her jaw with his lips.

The foreplay was just as slow, attentive, and delicious as it had been before. Sally panted and squirmed beneath him, occasionally having to bite back a few helpless moans.

After what felt like an exquisite, torturous eternity, Sally finally couldn’t wait any longer. Her hands were splayed across the back of his bald head, and she had to fight not to use her fingernails to dig into the smooth skin. One of Oyin’s hands cupped her breast, alternating between squeezing and rubbing circles against the nipple. And the other hand had bent up one of her legs so he could reach the sole of her foot. He was giving it the most delicious massage she’d ever experience. Which, when combined with his mouth moving skillfully between her free breast and her belly, sent Sally into agonized erotic urgency.

She couldn’t remember ever being this aroused before. And Oyin showed no signs of slowly or stopping.

Part of her was amazed that she was no longer embarrassed or self-conscious. Her classy chemise was pushed up brazenly above her breasts. Her body was twisted into an undignified position, her spine arching and her hips rocking wantonly. Her hands eagerly clutched at Oyin’s head, pushing his mouth more firmly against her flesh. And one of her legs was folded up so that her knee was pressed toward her shoulder. The position stretched her groin, and her throbbing arousal was sopping wet and exposed to the cool air of the room. She wasn’t making any noises, but even her frantic breathing sounded shameless and overly eager.

But she wasn’t embarrassed. Not even when she finally gasped out, “No more. Please, Oyin. I need you to fuck me. Please.”

He straightened up immediately, releasing the nipple he’d been suckling with a faint smacking sound.

As he rolled the condom onto his hard erection and lubed up, he murmured, “I think we better try missionary again this time. You’re still likely to be really tight.”

Sally just nodded mutely and tossed her head on the pillow, barely able to hold her body still as she waited.

Then finally Oyin settled himself between her legs, pushing her thighs farther apart and lining his cock up at her entrance. He didn’t use his fingers to test her readiness. He must already know that she was hotly, wetly aroused.

“Breathe a few times for me,” Oyin said, bracing himself above her and staring down into her face.

Sally did as he said, and on her third exhale she felt his large cock pushing into her, stretching her channel and slowly sinking inside her.

It didn’t hurt nearly so much this time, but the discomfort still there. She arched up dramatically and fisted her hands in the sheets.

“Is it all right?” Oyin asked a little thickly, holding himself perfectly still.

She managed to look up at him, noticing that his skin had broken out with a faint sheen of perspiration. “Yeah. Just give me a minute.”

He waited patiently until she’d relaxed and caught her breath again. Then she reached up to grab at his shoulders the way she had last time. “Okay.”