Chapter 15

“Are you going to want me to come again this evening?” Oyin asked, before he started to move.

Sally just stared up at him, so turned on she had trouble understanding the purpose of the question.

“It’s easier if I know beforehand, so I won’t take so long after you’ve come. But I’m more than able to delay it,” Oyin explained, “If you want me to stay hard. If you want to come several times—”

“Oh,” she interrupted. Once again, she found the whole idea a little disturbing. “No. I don’t think so. It’s just my second time and I don’t want you to thrust me raw trying to give me multiple orgasms. You come like last time, if that’s all right.”

“All right.”

He helped her adjust her legs, bending them up on either side of his hips. Then he braced himself on straightened arms and started to thrust.

She focused on pumping her hips in time with his and she even remembered to squeeze around him occasionally with her internal muscles. This time, they didn’t speak, and the only sounds in the room were her accelerated breathing and the rhythmic squeaking of the bed.

For some reason, the squeaking of the bed—the audible result of their carnal motion—gave her silly jolts of pride and pleasure.

After a few minutes, Sally’s pulse began to race and she felt overwhelmed with waves of heat. Her steady rocking beneath Oyin became more urgent and clumsy as the deep pressure of her arousal began to tighten into a delicious knot.

Oyin’s eyes were focused and unreadable, but she thought she could see his features begin to tense up a little. That tiny evidence of physical response made Sally clench around his cock.

He grunted when she did and jerked his head to the side. His steady thrusting speeded up but never faltered. She’d moved her hands unconsciously down to his ass, and she could feel the firm muscles there clenching and unclenching with each pitch of his hips.

She began to shake as the erotic pressure got deeper and deeper at her center. She writhed beneath him, desperate for it to finally break.

“You’re about to come, Sally,” Oyin murmured hoarsely. “Try not to clench up like that.”

She gave a soft, tiny sob as her body twisted. “I can’t. Help.”

He shifted his weight onto one hand. He adjusted her legs again, pushing them up even farther. Then he pulled up enough to squeeze his free hand down between their bodies so he could find and massage her clit.

Her orgasm broke at the first pressure of his thumb. Her cry of pleasure and relief was no more than a raspy exhale, but her whole body shook and jerked beneath him as the spasms sliced through her.

Oyin slowed his thrusts, pushing deliciously against her contractions until her body had ridden out the pleasure. Then he asked, “You ready for me to come too?”

“Yeah,” she gasped, flushed and sated by her hard climax. “Yeah.”

Her channel felt incredibly tight as he pumped into her with a fast, choppy rhythm. She squeezed around his cock as best she could and dug her fingers into his shoulders.

It didn’t take him nearly as long to come this time, and she watched as the tension cracked on his face and a blaze of pleasure flared up in his eyes. He let out a choked sound and then a thick exhale as his body finally let go.

There was something deliciously hot and soft about his body after he came. Sally felt it under her hands and between her legs. She only had a few seconds to enjoy it, however, because he pulled off and out of her almost immediately.

When he got up to dispose of the condom, she pulled down her now wrinkled chemise. She felt kind of weird. Warm, relaxed and pleased with herself but at the same time wanting even more. She was a little sore, but not as much as last time. In an hour or so, she might be up for another round.

It was just after nine o’clock. They still had a lot of time before midnight.

When Oyin returned, he pulled on his silk boxers and stretched out beside her, obviously realizing she wasn’t through with him yet.

He turned his head and smiled at her. It wasn’t a broad or uninhibited smile, but it was much better than the one he’d used earlier. “How was it?”

“Good,” she admitted. “Really good. The best one yet. And I didn’t need all the detailed instructions, so that has to be progress.”

“How do you feel?”

“Not bad. Just a little sore. But I think maybe later, we could...” She trailed off, annoyed with herself for feeling a little surge of self-consciousness at her obvious eagerness to have sex with him again

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“We have plenty of time.”