take one of her pink nipples in my mouth. She screamed out, and I was momentarily reminded that she had a roommate, but if she didn’t care, then I didn’t, either. It wasn’t my roommate that I’d have to get up and face in the morning after a very loud sexual encounter.
I stood up with her wrapped around me and deposited her on the bed. Taking the top, I hovered over her, still kissing her as one arm supported my weight and the other moved to graze her skin.
“So, Tracy. How far do you want to take this?” I murmured against her neck.
“Oh God. I want you, Travis,” she managed, her voice hoarse.
I flipped her over and took the bottom, pulling her on top of me. She arched back and bounced her breasts around, and then she pumped up and down over me a few times. She looked good from that angle, but, then, what woman didn’t look good when she was half naked and straddling me?
A flash of the mystery woman’s face passed through my mind, and I froze for a second. But then Tracy pulled me up so I was in a sitting position. She took my head in her hands and kissed me good and hard, like she was kissing away the memory of Gorgeous, and then she shimmied down me and traced the outline of my erection through my jeans.
But Tracy’s kiss couldn’t eliminate my memory of the woman I’d never see again.
It also didn’t eliminate Jules from my mind as an image of her face flashed through my mind, too.
What was I doing here? I was hooking up with the first woman I met in San Diego, and I wasn’t in a place where that was a smart idea. I was lost, shattered over two different women for two very different reasons, yet I was in a third woman’s bed.
Let me rephrase that: I was in a third woman’s pink princess bed.
And then Tracy undid the button of my jeans and reached in, and all coherent thought left my brain for a moment as I went for her shorts while she worked me over. She backed out of reach, stroking me with the absolute perfect amount of pressure.
This wasn’t her first rodeo.
She increased her speed and then slowed it down, and everything she did brought me closer to the edge. I went flying over it into oblivion a few minutes later, and then she sat up and took off her shorts. She was wearing a black thong, and I slapped her ass cheek. Hard. It was there and peachy and waiting for me.
She yelped and then took off her thong, and she settled into the bed next to me. I leaned up over her and kissed her, trying to keep it slow and tender. I believed in equality, and I wanted to get her off, too. But I was just so damn tired, and now that I was done, I was freaked out by the animated princesses staring down at me again, not to mention the warring images of Jules versus the mystery woman that wouldn’t stop floating through my mind.
I knew that kissing Tracy slowly would speed along the process of getting her off as it had proven to have a high success rate in the past. As I worked to pleasure her, I wondered if the two of us would get together again. It was convenient for both of us, and if we had chemistry, I couldn’t see much wrong with the occasional hook-up.
Except for the fact that I knew that I would never feel the depth of feelings for her that I had for the other two women on my mind.
I was momentarily distracted by the green princess on the wall behind Tracy. If this was going to happen again, it would have to be at my place.
I drove my fingers in and out, setting a rhythm, and her breathing quickened as she got closer to the edge. I pulled my fingers out and rubbed her magic button, and when I leaned down and ever so softly bit her nipple, she cried out in pleasure and then fell apart beneath me, squeezing my hand between her legs as she came fiercely.
She grinned at me, and I smiled back, collapsing back on her pillows.
“Well. That was fun,” she said.
I nodded.
“We’ll have to do it again. Soon,” she murmured, and then she kissed my forehead and stood up. She washed up in the
I stood up with her wrapped around me and deposited her on the bed. Taking the top, I hovered over her, still kissing her as one arm supported my weight and the other moved to graze her skin.
“So, Tracy. How far do you want to take this?” I murmured against her neck.
“Oh God. I want you, Travis,” she managed, her voice hoarse.
I flipped her over and took the bottom, pulling her on top of me. She arched back and bounced her breasts around, and then she pumped up and down over me a few times. She looked good from that angle, but, then, what woman didn’t look good when she was half naked and straddling me?
A flash of the mystery woman’s face passed through my mind, and I froze for a second. But then Tracy pulled me up so I was in a sitting position. She took my head in her hands and kissed me good and hard, like she was kissing away the memory of Gorgeous, and then she shimmied down me and traced the outline of my erection through my jeans.
But Tracy’s kiss couldn’t eliminate my memory of the woman I’d never see again.
It also didn’t eliminate Jules from my mind as an image of her face flashed through my mind, too.
What was I doing here? I was hooking up with the first woman I met in San Diego, and I wasn’t in a place where that was a smart idea. I was lost, shattered over two different women for two very different reasons, yet I was in a third woman’s bed.
Let me rephrase that: I was in a third woman’s pink princess bed.
And then Tracy undid the button of my jeans and reached in, and all coherent thought left my brain for a moment as I went for her shorts while she worked me over. She backed out of reach, stroking me with the absolute perfect amount of pressure.
This wasn’t her first rodeo.
She increased her speed and then slowed it down, and everything she did brought me closer to the edge. I went flying over it into oblivion a few minutes later, and then she sat up and took off her shorts. She was wearing a black thong, and I slapped her ass cheek. Hard. It was there and peachy and waiting for me.
She yelped and then took off her thong, and she settled into the bed next to me. I leaned up over her and kissed her, trying to keep it slow and tender. I believed in equality, and I wanted to get her off, too. But I was just so damn tired, and now that I was done, I was freaked out by the animated princesses staring down at me again, not to mention the warring images of Jules versus the mystery woman that wouldn’t stop floating through my mind.
I knew that kissing Tracy slowly would speed along the process of getting her off as it had proven to have a high success rate in the past. As I worked to pleasure her, I wondered if the two of us would get together again. It was convenient for both of us, and if we had chemistry, I couldn’t see much wrong with the occasional hook-up.
Except for the fact that I knew that I would never feel the depth of feelings for her that I had for the other two women on my mind.
I was momentarily distracted by the green princess on the wall behind Tracy. If this was going to happen again, it would have to be at my place.
I drove my fingers in and out, setting a rhythm, and her breathing quickened as she got closer to the edge. I pulled my fingers out and rubbed her magic button, and when I leaned down and ever so softly bit her nipple, she cried out in pleasure and then fell apart beneath me, squeezing my hand between her legs as she came fiercely.
She grinned at me, and I smiled back, collapsing back on her pillows.
“Well. That was fun,” she said.
I nodded.
“We’ll have to do it again. Soon,” she murmured, and then she kissed my forehead and stood up. She washed up in the
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