As his length slid inside me exquisitely, slowly, his head dropped back and a low groan slipped from his mouth. The sound was raw with pleasure. It ignited all my senses and I clenched around him. Gripping my hips, Ben slammed into me faster, harder, until the sounds of wet flesh slapping together was amplified in the small room. He f**ked me hard and without any mercy, my first orgasm crashing through me in a sudden rush of heat.
Sorry, I said, holding up my hands to fend off the other napkins that came flying my way.So, what do we win? Hot Guy asked.
We get to hang out for thirty minutes, the first guy said. They weren’t going to give us the time of day.Hot Guy met my eyes. Now we get the time of day? My heart gave a flip.What does the time of day entail?
Names, definitely names, the first guy said. And phone numbers, he seemed to add on a whim.No way. You earned thirty minutes . . . and names. I’m Amber.
I’m Dustin, the first guy said. Dustin had floppy blond hair and a smattering of freckles across his nose. He looked like a guy I played softball with a few years back.
Antonia, she said with a small wave.Ben pressed my knees apart. Look at yourself, baby. You’re beautiful. His fingertip lightly stroked my inner thigh and little chill bumps erupted along my skin. Has no one ever told you how pretty your pu**y is?
My cheeks erupted in heat. I shook my head. Sex in the dark, under the covers, was my norm before he came along.It’s like a little pink flower . . . look. I dared a glance downward. His thumbs parted my inner lips, the gentle touch both highly erotic and innocent. A throaty breath escaped me and Ben’s gaze found mine. See, you’re perfect down there.
If you say so, I murmured.Don’t you like looking at me?