The Proposition. JC Harroway

slap of our flesh together and every gasp of her pleasure riding me harder until sweat stings my eyes.

      ‘Touch yourself,’ I say, because I’m not going to last much longer and I want her coming with me. I want to make her come all night. I want to prove to her that we’re the same on one level. That, like this, we fit together perfectly.

      She whimpers but complies, her hand disappearing between her thighs, where I feel her stroke my balls before she sees to herself. I grit my teeth, the drugging pleasure sucking me down. ‘Are you close?’ I grit out.

      She cries out but doesn’t answer, and I’m running out of time.

      I widen my feet, still thrusting at a punishing pace, abandon my grip on her dress and slide my finger along her crack to tickle her asshole. That does the trick, and as she screams a hoarse cry, her muscles clamping around me, I let go, fiery heat rushing down the length of my cock as I fill the condom.

      We slump forward over the chair, although I’m careful to take my own weight and not crush the fantastic woman under me as I catch my breath.

      She recovers first, wriggling free and turning to cup my face and smatter hot kisses over my lips.

      ‘Wow.’

      My chest burns but I grin.

      ‘Glad you had a good time.’ I just didn’t know she’d embrace it so thoroughly, so honestly and so fucking sexily.

      ‘I hope you didn’t plan on getting any sleep, because we’ll be doing that again.’ She tugs me towards what I know is the bathroom, and as I watch the sway of that gorgeous ass, I concur.

      Yes; yes, we will.