Chapter 15

I pulled her to me so I could kiss her breasts again. She began to rock on my rigid shaft, fucking herself with it as I licked and sucked her nipples.

“Can we do it really hard without hurting me? I always wondered what that was like,” she said.

“You’re in the saddle, cowgirl.”

“That’s right. I am!” she giggled. She straightened up again, lifted herself nearly off me, and let herself down quickly. “Oof!” she said. She did it again, this time with my hands dug into her firm ass to help her. “Oh!” She did it more, speeding up and dropping harder, until the smack of our sweaty skin was probably loud enough to hear in the hallway.

“So good!” she whimpered.

I grabbed her and pulled her down on top of me. She kissed me as I fucked her, using my grip on her amazing ass to help me drive into her. She fucked me back just as hard.

“I want you to cum inside me again,” Sarah gasped. “I want to feel you cum inside me.”

I could tell she was on the brink. Good, because I wasn’t far behind.

She pumped up and down on me hard a few more times, and then shoved herself down farther than she had before. Grinding, squealing, clenching her internal muscles with her orgasm, she made me erupt.

When she collapsed onto me, I held her, one or the other of us occasionally shuddering with the aftershocks of our shared cumming.

Finally, she propped herself up to look at me. “Yeah, Don, this definitely changes things. It’s probably good you live so far away, though. This could get complicated.”

“What do you mean?”

She kissed me again, rubbing her naked breasts over my chest. “I’d want to start every day like this, and spend every night like I spent the last one.”

We showered together again, but I got out first. After dressing quickly, I went out to her van for her fresh clothes. It was difficult watching her get dressed again. It had felt so natural, so deliciously correct, seeing her nude.

Over breakfast, we made our plans. We weren’t going to Owens’ plant that day. There was some leg-work to be done following up on the leads Sarah’s contact had given her the previous night. We were back at my hotel by late afternoon.

What was supposed to be a “business meeting” quickly turned into another love-making session, with Sarah practicing her oral skills and enjoying mine. We agreed to meet for breakfast again the following morning.

Early Thursday morning my phone rang.

“Are you dressed yet?”

“No, I just got out of the shower. I thought I’d have about twenty minutes until you got here.”

“More like thirty. I’m picking up breakfast and bringing it there. Don’t bother getting dressed,” she said.

Nibbling on bagels and fruit, naked in bed with me, Sarah asked, “You’re going home tomorrow aren’t you?”

“Yes, I’m taking a late flight out tomorrow evening.”

Sarah said nothing for a while. Then, “A big part of me doesn’t want this week to end.”

“Me either,” I said.