My orgasm quickly overwhelmed me, sending shockwaves through me. A rush of relaxation and ecstasy ran through me. He took that as a sign of victory and kept going, urging my spasming body to take just a little bit more.

At this rate, he seemed to be down there for more of his enjoyment than mine. “Have I ever told you how delicious you are?”

“Probably twice already.” I was panting and my mind wasn’t formulating words or thoughts properly. His tactics on distracting me might have been working.

He chuckled, skimming his lips over my skin. Each time they made contact was a jolt of electricity to my already sensitive body. “I’ll have to keep reminding you.”

Crawling up to meet my eyes, his mouth never left my skin. He caressed every part of me like he’d never see it again. Like it was his last meal before execution. Skin to skin, his body and hands were glued to me.

I felt relaxed enough to melt into the bed.

“Blondie?”

“Yeah?”

“Have I ever told you how soft your skin is?”

I scoffed at him. The niceties were getting ridiculous. “Is this just a compliment session or something?”

Fingers trailed up my stomach and circled around my nipples, giving me a shiver down my spine. “It could be if you want it to be. I would worship your feet if you’d let me.”

This guy was something else. Every time I thought I would know what he’d do or say, he did or said something that made me question what the hell was rolling through his mind.

“Uh. No feet stuff. Unless it’s strictly a foot massage with no sexual undertones.”

He kissed me. Soft and slow. “Whatever you want,” he whispered into my mouth.

My hands found his body this time. Feeling the muscles in his arms to his shoulders as I held on lest I slip away from this moment. He had muscles in all the right places and his physique could make a blind woman swoon.

I pushed him over and climbed on top. “I want something like this.”

“Be on top, then. Use me however you’d like to, Blondie. I’m all yours.” He gripped my hips, guiding me closer and closer.

There was no hesitation this time. I guided his cock right where I wanted it to go, sliding it inside me. Since that first time, I got curious about more. A needed distraction. Something simple.

It was simple to have sex with him. Maybe later it wouldn’t be. For now, it was.

I controlled the pace from above him, letting his cock slide in and out how I wanted it. The full feeling when he was deep inside had me begging for more.

“Just like that,” he cooed. “Look at you on top of me. Such a beautiful sight.”