Page 94 of Clinically Bewitched
I just came. I should need at least twenty minutes to—
She wrapped her hand around my cock, stroking me with unpracticed but enthusiastic movements.
“See?” she said against my mouth. “Your body agrees with me.”
“My body,” I said, “has apparently lost all connection to logic.”
“Good.” She pushed me onto my back, climbed on top of me, and straddled my hips. “Logic is overrated.” She sank down onto me in one smooth movement, and I groaned at the sensation of being inside her again.
Fuck.
Oh fuck.
She was in control now, setting the pace, riding me with increasing confidence.
I gripped her hips, watched her move above me, watched her breasts bounce with each movement, watched her face transform with pleasure.
Beautiful.
She’s so fucking beautiful.
“Touch yourself,” I said, my voice rough.
She blinked down at me.
“What?”
“Touch yourself. Your clit. I want to watch you make yourself come while you ride me.”
Her eyes darkened. She slid one hand down her stomach, between her legs, found her clit and began to circle it.
Yes.
Fuck yes.
I thrust up into her, matched her rhythm, felt my orgasm building again impossibly fast.
“Julien—I’m...”
“I know. I can feel it. Come for me, Athena. Come on my cock again.”
She came with a cry, her body clenching around me, triggering my own release.
I came inside her again, filling her with my release, marking her as mine in the most primal way possible.
She collapsed onto my chest, breathing hard.
“That was—”
“Better than the first time?”
“Different. Both were perfect.”
I stroked her hair and felt her heart racing against mine.
“How many more times do you think we can manage tonight?” she asked.
I laughed.
