Page 162 of Out of Left Field

And while it turned me on to see my nipples against the glass, it was the look on his face above me that made my inner muscles clench. Seth looked at me like he couldn’t believe I was there. Like I was the most amazing thing that had ever happened to him.

“I need you, Seth.” Was that my voice? That choked, desperate sound I just heard?”

Yep. That was me all right.

Seth turned me into someone new. Someone who craved sex more than she’d ever craved it before. I always loved sex. I was a big, big fan of orgasms. I didn’t particularly have any qualms about what sex was supposed to be. As long as the parties involved were having fun, have fun!

But this was something else. I felt desperate. Needy. Insatiable.

“I’m right here, gorgeous,” he purred at my ear. His cock was buried deep inside me, but he wasn’t moving. The feeling, the stretch, it was all so good, but not enough.

“I need…I need…”

“Yes, gorgeous? What do you need?”

I pressed back onto his cock and then rutted forward, towards the glass. My nipples were so hard against it. Each movement tugged on them, sending a jolt of pleasure to my core. As his cock slowly slid out my body, he rocked my hips forward until they came flush with the glass, nowhere else to go. He held me still.

“Fuck, but you are a sight,” he growled. “All pressed up against the window like you’re on display for me.”

I whimpered because his words turned me on.

“What was that, Annalise? You want to watch yourself come while I fuck you?”

I whimpered again.

His lips came back to my ear. “I’ll install a hundred fucking mirrors in our bedroom if this is what gets you off, babe.” He slid all the way out and then pressed the head of his cock against my entrance, waiting. “You like watching us? Like seeing how hard I fuck this pretty pussy?”

He pushed inside me inch by slow, torturous inch. When I didn’t answer he withdrew again. “What are you looking at Annalise? How dark your eyes are? How flushed your skin is? Or the way my dick stretches you wide for me?”

I gasped for air as he sank back inside, my eyes locked on the way his thighs strained, the way he moved inside me. “Yes,” I moaned. “All of it.”

He grinned, pleased with my answer, pulling me away from the glass. I was about to protest when he lifted me a few inches higher and pressed me back against the window and slid even deeper. I moaned as he filled every inch of me. It was too much.

It was perfect.

Seth rested his forehead on my shoulder, gasping for breath. “I have never been this hard or lasted this long. The things you do to me, Annalise.”

His stamina was remarkable. He refused to come before me, even when he’d already given me an orgasm. Seth had some sort of scoring system that defied me. Not that I thought sex should have a scoring system, but Seth did. It was unique to him and meant I had more orgasms than I’d ever had in my life.

Not that I was complaining.

He sank in and out of me as we both stared at our reflection. I came first, immediately followed by him. But it wasn’t over there.

It should have been. We’d been at each other for over an hour and that was my second orgasm, but we were insatiable. We clawed at each other as soon as our orgasms subsided.

He traded one condom for another, still hard somehow, as we moved to the bedroom but got lost in the library instead. There was a gorgeous couch and a bench that served as a coffee table with a blanket draped over it. Seth straddled it and I straddled him, riding him as I chased satisfaction.

He gripped my hair and bent my head back, sucking my nipple into his mouth. His arm banded around my waist, helping me up and down.

“More Seth. More!”

He moved to my other nipple, showering it with just as much attention. Licking, sucking, biting, until he looked up and took my chin in his hand. “I’m not going anywhere, Annalise. You don’t have to try and gather up all the good while it’s here.”

I froze. His words sank in slowly. Was he right? Was that why I couldn’t get enough? Was I subconsciously worried this would all go away?

I began to ride him again. Slower this time. Feeling every inch of him as he filled me, reveling in the way our bodies just fit together. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. You’re perfect.” He carried me the rest of the way to our temporary bedroom and laid me out on the enormous bed. “Now we take our time.” He came to me, savoring every inch of me. Suckling my clit as he fingered me, worshiping my breasts while I writhed underneath him, and then finally sinking inside me as he kissed me deep.