I was glad I got to reap all the benefits of his talent.
He pulled my shirt off then snapped my bra. It happened quicker than I could see. Flynn was a pro at undressing me. I wanted to see his naked chest so I peeled his shirt away. My hands automatically moved to his chest, fee ling the hard muscle underneath. I loved his lean and toned body. He was perfect.
He unbuttoned his jeans underneath me then kicked them off. I grabbed his boxers and yanked them off. His hard cock popped out then leaned against his stomach. It was long and thick. Sometimes I couldn’t believe it fit inside me.
The heat burned in his eyes and his fingers went to my jeans. He yanked them off and pulled me forward so he could get them off my ass. Together, we got them off. Then he fingered my thong, his fingers moving to the front where he rubbed my clitoris through the cotton.
He didn’t kiss me. Instead, he stared up at me while he touched me, getting harder by watching me. His fingers were a godsend. Even separated by fabric, he touched me in just the right way, making me quiver and moan. I was already wet but now I was soaked. When his breathing increased a notch, he gripped the string and yanked them off. I sat on his lap, his cock between my folds.
I’ve never been on top before. I was always too scared to do it with Kyle. And the one time I did, he got limp. He was always impatient in the bedroom. I think my lack of spontaneity led him to cheat on me and find someone else. Ever since, I felt even more self-conscious about it. I knew I was bad in bed. “I don’t know how…”
Flynn didn’t seem irritated. “I’ll show you.”
“But I suck at it.”
He raised an eyebrow. “You’re a gorgeous woman sitting on my cock. You could be terrible and it would still feel good.” He gripped my hips then lifted me. He adjusted his hips then moved his tip to my entrance. I grabbed his shoulders because I didn’t know what else to do.
He lowered me slowly, stretching me with his thickness. It felt so good. I moaned immediately when he was completely inside.
He moaned loudly. “You feel so good. Every time.”
I pressed my head to his, knowing my small breasts were in his face. I was self-conscious about those too.
Flynn sucked each nipple then kissed the barely physical valley between them. “I love your body.”
I didn’t argue with him. His cock felt too good to think of anything else.
He guided my hips up and down, showing me how to sheathe his cock over and ov er. Every time he moved inside me, felt even better than before. My hands dug into his shoulders and I gasped every few seconds.
“Fuck, this is hot,” he said. “Don’t make me come too quickly.”
I had no control over that. After I bounced up and down for a minute, he slowly released his hands, letting me go on my own. His hands moved to my breasts and he squeezed them both as I rode his cock. His breathing was heavy and he didn’t look like he would last long.
He grabbed my hips again then guided me to pop my ass repeatedly, taking him in a different way. “Hmm…” One hand moved to my neck and he squeezed me gently. “Fuck.”
Seeing how turned on he was by me excited me in a way I didn’t understand. The confidence allowed me to move harder and faster. I sheathed him far and whimpered because it felt so damn amazing. When the pleasure started in my center, I bounced on him harder, wanting more of him. “Flynn…” I exploded, my nails digging into his skin. “Oh god…”
Flynn grabbed my ass and squeezed. I knew he was about to follow me. I rocked my hips and took him hard and fast. Flynn closed his eyes for a moment and his mouth opened as he moaned. I knew he found his release when those moans turned into loud grunts. He pressed his face into my chest while he finished.
We clung to each other for a moment while we caught our breath. When he leaned back, I stared at him.
“That was fucking awesome.”
He chuckled. “It was, wasn’t
Kevin J. Anderson, Rebecca Moesta, June Scobee Rodgers