almost ready to open her eyes when Scott moved his hips and she was flooded with another orgasm. Wave after wave rolled over her. Weakly, she moved her hips and set off another. And another.
“Are you okay?” he murmured next to her ear.
She smiled against his jaw as a tear slipped out of the corner of her eye and trickled down her cheek. She’d finally experienced her fireworks, her moon launch, her trip to the outer reaches of the known universe. “Yeah, I’m okay.”
“Good.” He kissed her, then pulled her close. “Go to sleep now. We’ll get up early and finish working on the pitch.”
She snuggled into his shoulder. “Sure. That’s what we’ll do.”
Chapter Seven
Cassy woke in a warm haze of well-being and stretched luxuriously in the crumpled sheets. Scott’s side of the bed was empty. She heard the shower running and glanced at her watch on the bedside table. It was ten minutes to eight. Last night they’d arranged to meet Lorraine and Tod in the dining room at 8:00 a.m. Oh, well, so what? She couldn’t work up even a modicum of anxiety. They’d had the kind of night she’d only ever dreamed about.
Making love with him had exceeded her wildest fantasies. She’d lost count of how many times and how many different ways they’d done the deed. Suffice it to say, her body ached pleasurably in her most intimate places. They’d fallen asleep last night with him spooning her. Then a few hours ago, as dawn light peeked through the curtains, she’d stirred to find Scott’s hand cupping her breast, his warm breath ruffling the hairs on her neck and his erection nudging her from behind.
Half-asleep, she’d reached back and guided him between her legs. When the head of his cock was just inside, she squeezed her legs tightly shut to put pressure on her clit and to tease him and make him push his way in.
“I see you know how much I enjoy a challenge,” he murmured, a lazy smile in his voice.
She shivered a little at the sheer pleasure of hearing his voice so close to her ear. “You’re awake.”
“Oh, I’m awake.” He flipped her on her stomach and hiked her hips up in an attempt to spread her and allow him greater access.
Stifling a giggle, she kept her legs shut and pushed her butt up and back. His cock felt so good, hard and thick and hot. She wanted to slow things down and draw out the pleasure. After only a few minutes her plan backfired. The extra friction made her even wetter as pleasurable sensations flooded her core. Scott reached beneath and found her breasts, caressing them with both hands, squeezing her nipples as he kept up a steady rocking motion that drove him a fraction of an inch farther in with each thrust.
She struggled against the urge to open, to let him in, and forced her legs to stay closed even as the pleasure built. Then he was halfway in, stretching her and filling her. The need to feel his whole cock became urgent. Her will to resist vanished as her muscles went lax. He slid inside with a grunt. Scott celebrated breaching her defenses with a series of rapid, hard thrusts. As she came, a cry tore out of her and he went rigid with his own release. After that they had drifted back to sleep, sated and sweaty. Remembering their passion now, she felt tendrils of desire curl through her once more.
The shower stopped and Scott came out of the bathroom, naked but for the towel around his hips. His shaggy dark hair was slicked back and droplets of water dotted his broad shoulders. Cassy sat up in bed to watch him get dressed. Shame he was dragging his clothes on in such a hurry. Those sculpted abs deserved a good long look.
He pulled on his pants, hopping on one foot as he pushed his foot through the other flapping pant leg. “Aren’t you getting up? We’re late.”
“Come back to bed.” She reached a hand out and wiggled her fingers. “You know you want to.”
“And you know I can’t do anything reckless.” He stood in front of the mirror and combed his wet
“Are you okay?” he murmured next to her ear.
She smiled against his jaw as a tear slipped out of the corner of her eye and trickled down her cheek. She’d finally experienced her fireworks, her moon launch, her trip to the outer reaches of the known universe. “Yeah, I’m okay.”
“Good.” He kissed her, then pulled her close. “Go to sleep now. We’ll get up early and finish working on the pitch.”
She snuggled into his shoulder. “Sure. That’s what we’ll do.”
Chapter Seven
Cassy woke in a warm haze of well-being and stretched luxuriously in the crumpled sheets. Scott’s side of the bed was empty. She heard the shower running and glanced at her watch on the bedside table. It was ten minutes to eight. Last night they’d arranged to meet Lorraine and Tod in the dining room at 8:00 a.m. Oh, well, so what? She couldn’t work up even a modicum of anxiety. They’d had the kind of night she’d only ever dreamed about.
Making love with him had exceeded her wildest fantasies. She’d lost count of how many times and how many different ways they’d done the deed. Suffice it to say, her body ached pleasurably in her most intimate places. They’d fallen asleep last night with him spooning her. Then a few hours ago, as dawn light peeked through the curtains, she’d stirred to find Scott’s hand cupping her breast, his warm breath ruffling the hairs on her neck and his erection nudging her from behind.
Half-asleep, she’d reached back and guided him between her legs. When the head of his cock was just inside, she squeezed her legs tightly shut to put pressure on her clit and to tease him and make him push his way in.
“I see you know how much I enjoy a challenge,” he murmured, a lazy smile in his voice.
She shivered a little at the sheer pleasure of hearing his voice so close to her ear. “You’re awake.”
“Oh, I’m awake.” He flipped her on her stomach and hiked her hips up in an attempt to spread her and allow him greater access.
Stifling a giggle, she kept her legs shut and pushed her butt up and back. His cock felt so good, hard and thick and hot. She wanted to slow things down and draw out the pleasure. After only a few minutes her plan backfired. The extra friction made her even wetter as pleasurable sensations flooded her core. Scott reached beneath and found her breasts, caressing them with both hands, squeezing her nipples as he kept up a steady rocking motion that drove him a fraction of an inch farther in with each thrust.
She struggled against the urge to open, to let him in, and forced her legs to stay closed even as the pleasure built. Then he was halfway in, stretching her and filling her. The need to feel his whole cock became urgent. Her will to resist vanished as her muscles went lax. He slid inside with a grunt. Scott celebrated breaching her defenses with a series of rapid, hard thrusts. As she came, a cry tore out of her and he went rigid with his own release. After that they had drifted back to sleep, sated and sweaty. Remembering their passion now, she felt tendrils of desire curl through her once more.
The shower stopped and Scott came out of the bathroom, naked but for the towel around his hips. His shaggy dark hair was slicked back and droplets of water dotted his broad shoulders. Cassy sat up in bed to watch him get dressed. Shame he was dragging his clothes on in such a hurry. Those sculpted abs deserved a good long look.
He pulled on his pants, hopping on one foot as he pushed his foot through the other flapping pant leg. “Aren’t you getting up? We’re late.”
“Come back to bed.” She reached a hand out and wiggled her fingers. “You know you want to.”
“And you know I can’t do anything reckless.” He stood in front of the mirror and combed his wet
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