luscious mound in each hand, sandwiching his cock between them. The heated silk of her skin was more temptation than he could resist.
The liquid seeping from his cock eased the way when he began to stroke through the luxuriant valley. His balls brushed against her belly as he slid, long and slow, between her perfect tits. After a precious few heavenly strokes, his climax demanded release.
With one final pump, he exploded, sending his seed shooting out across her chest. Watching the first strand decorate her nipple made the orgasm intensify until he feared he might burst a blood vessel or have a heart attack.
Either way he’d go happy.
Spent, he half collapsed. His hands braced on the far side of Becca, preventing him from crushing her while his hips thrust in a shallow path across her chest. His cock glided through the hot ejaculate covering her, drawing his balls across the globes of her breasts.
Kurt dragged himself away from her even as his still-hard cock begged him to return, to bury it balls-deep inside her, to claim her once and for all. He stared, transfixed, when her tongue darted out to steal a quick taste of his cream off her own nipple. Then she massaged the rest into her chest like the most extravagant lotion on earth before nuzzling deeper into her pillow and closing her eyes, drifting off to sleep once more.
Now that was the hottest thing he’d seen in his life.
He retrieved the vibrator off the bed, headed to the bathroom, cleaned it—and himself—before returning to wash away the evidence of his lack of control. Swiping a damp cloth across her beautiful chest, Kurt couldn’t believe this had happened. No woman had ever affected him like this before.
Feeling bewildered, and more than a little guilty, he knelt to ensure she was okay one last time. He tucked the sheets around her, brushed his lips over her forehead and whispered, “Sweet dreams, Becca.”
Chapter Seven
The mother of all headaches greeted Rebecca in the morning. She considered the amount of light pouring in the windows with her slit eyes and determined she had overslept. Turning on her side, she reached for her clock radio to assess the damage but her hand bumped into a tall glass of water, spilling a few drops on the note pinned beneath it.
Becca, take these aspirin and drink all of the water. I have a nine o’clock appointment but I’ll meet you in the laboratory around noon.
—Kurt
She froze in mid motion to stare at his familiar scrawl as hazy images of the night before resurfaced. Oh, God! It hadn’t been a dream. She struggled to push aside the fog of confusion that had surrounded her on waking the last few days. Her ability to tell dreams from reality had become faulty with the stress of finals and her upcoming job search taking its toll.
She swung her legs over the edge of the bed, dropped her head in her hands then concentrated on remembering yesterday. The experiment! For a few minutes, the sexual adventure seemed like a dream, if an oddly familiar one, before she conjured details even the best nighttime mirage hadn’t rivaled. Details too vivid to be fantasy including the velvety texture of Kurt’s erection on her tongue and the enthralling scent of his skin.
The blurry recollection of divulging her family troubles alarmed her far more than the exploration of her long-subdued physical needs. Worst of all had been her naiveté in pretending he cared beyond some damn footnote explaining her reactions during the study. Had she really told him all about her mother?
In the full glare of morning, with the flickering light and his gentle support removed, the harsh implications of her actions staggered her. She’d worked all this time to prove her unsurpassed aptitude for both her job and schoolwork, to show Dr. Foster she deserved a chance in his firm. Now she may have jeopardized it all because she couldn’t think straight when he was near.
Just like her mother.
Disgraced and ashamed, she recalled the way
The liquid seeping from his cock eased the way when he began to stroke through the luxuriant valley. His balls brushed against her belly as he slid, long and slow, between her perfect tits. After a precious few heavenly strokes, his climax demanded release.
With one final pump, he exploded, sending his seed shooting out across her chest. Watching the first strand decorate her nipple made the orgasm intensify until he feared he might burst a blood vessel or have a heart attack.
Either way he’d go happy.
Spent, he half collapsed. His hands braced on the far side of Becca, preventing him from crushing her while his hips thrust in a shallow path across her chest. His cock glided through the hot ejaculate covering her, drawing his balls across the globes of her breasts.
Kurt dragged himself away from her even as his still-hard cock begged him to return, to bury it balls-deep inside her, to claim her once and for all. He stared, transfixed, when her tongue darted out to steal a quick taste of his cream off her own nipple. Then she massaged the rest into her chest like the most extravagant lotion on earth before nuzzling deeper into her pillow and closing her eyes, drifting off to sleep once more.
Now that was the hottest thing he’d seen in his life.
He retrieved the vibrator off the bed, headed to the bathroom, cleaned it—and himself—before returning to wash away the evidence of his lack of control. Swiping a damp cloth across her beautiful chest, Kurt couldn’t believe this had happened. No woman had ever affected him like this before.
Feeling bewildered, and more than a little guilty, he knelt to ensure she was okay one last time. He tucked the sheets around her, brushed his lips over her forehead and whispered, “Sweet dreams, Becca.”
Chapter Seven
The mother of all headaches greeted Rebecca in the morning. She considered the amount of light pouring in the windows with her slit eyes and determined she had overslept. Turning on her side, she reached for her clock radio to assess the damage but her hand bumped into a tall glass of water, spilling a few drops on the note pinned beneath it.
Becca, take these aspirin and drink all of the water. I have a nine o’clock appointment but I’ll meet you in the laboratory around noon.
—Kurt
She froze in mid motion to stare at his familiar scrawl as hazy images of the night before resurfaced. Oh, God! It hadn’t been a dream. She struggled to push aside the fog of confusion that had surrounded her on waking the last few days. Her ability to tell dreams from reality had become faulty with the stress of finals and her upcoming job search taking its toll.
She swung her legs over the edge of the bed, dropped her head in her hands then concentrated on remembering yesterday. The experiment! For a few minutes, the sexual adventure seemed like a dream, if an oddly familiar one, before she conjured details even the best nighttime mirage hadn’t rivaled. Details too vivid to be fantasy including the velvety texture of Kurt’s erection on her tongue and the enthralling scent of his skin.
The blurry recollection of divulging her family troubles alarmed her far more than the exploration of her long-subdued physical needs. Worst of all had been her naiveté in pretending he cared beyond some damn footnote explaining her reactions during the study. Had she really told him all about her mother?
In the full glare of morning, with the flickering light and his gentle support removed, the harsh implications of her actions staggered her. She’d worked all this time to prove her unsurpassed aptitude for both her job and schoolwork, to show Dr. Foster she deserved a chance in his firm. Now she may have jeopardized it all because she couldn’t think straight when he was near.
Just like her mother.
Disgraced and ashamed, she recalled the way
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