When we finally finished, I collapsed on top of him. His arms went around me and he kissed my cheek. “Thank you,” he whispered.
I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t even know if he’d heard me. I felt empty. I lay there for a while. Then I reached out and touched his chest. I rested my head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. It was a comforting sound, and I felt safe in its rhythm. “You’re very quiet,” I said.
“Sorry.” He sounded embarrassed.
“Don’t be sorry. I’m glad you’re here with me.”
He made an uncertain noise that might have been agreement or dismissal. I didn’t care which it was; he’d given me what I needed, so I went back to sleep.
***
CHAPTER TWO
I woke to find myself lying on my side, curled up against Snyder’s body. My hair had fallen over his face, and I brushed it away before I remembered where we were. Then I looked around the room and realized that it was already noon.
Snyder was still asleep, sprawled out across half of the bed like a discarded rag doll. I sat up slowly, careful not to wake him. The sheets smelled faintly of sweat and sex. I wondered if I’d really slept that well, or if I’d just imagined it.
I looked at his cock. It was softening in its sheath, but it wasn’t completely flaccid yet. It looked inviting, and I wanted nothing more than to sink down onto it and feel it fill me up again. But I knew better than to let myself get carried away. I needed to take things slow.
I reached for the edge of the blanket, then stopped. I could feel the shape of Snyder’s cock through the fabric, even though it was covered by the sheet. I smiled. It was probably a good thing I hadn’t woken him.
I turned away from the bed, moving quietly so as not to disturb Snyder. There was a large mirror on the wall above the dresser, and I paused to look at myself. I wasn’t wearing anything except the blouse. I’d never seen myself naked in the mirror before, and I found it strange to see my body without any clothes covering it. I looked slim and lithe, with long legs and full breasts. My skin was smooth and white, and I was surprised to find that I had no tan lines.
My nipples stood out stiffly against the fabric of the blouse, and I ran my hands over them. They were hard and aching, and I knew they must be poking right through the thin material. I couldn’t help but wonder how much they would show when I took off my bra.
I turned away from the mirror and headed for the bathroom. As I passed the bed, I heard Snyder moan softly in his sleep. I stopped, listening to him breathe. I felt my own pulse quicken, and I was suddenly aware of how close I was standing to the man who had just fucked me few hours ago. I waited for him to wake up, but he didn’t stir.
I sighed and walked into the bathroom. I splashed water on my face, washing away the last traces of sleep, then dried off and went back to bed. Snyder was still asleep, his breathing deep and regular. His cock lay straight up against his stomach, like a pale pink stone sticking out of a dark gray cliff.
I watched him for a moment, wondering what he was dreaming about. I thought about waking him up, letting him see me watching him. I wanted to make sure he saw that I was awake, that I was aware of his presence.
I slowly removed the bedsheet and kissed his soft cock gently. I could feel it throbbing under my lips, but I kept my hand pressed firmly against it to keep it from getting too excited.
His eyes opened slowly, staring blankly up at the ceiling as he came awake. He groaned softly, his eyes focusing on me. I looked down at his cock, then back up at his face.
“Hi,” I said.
He blinked several times, trying to focus. “What are you doing?”
“Playing with your cock,” I replied.
He frowned. “How did you…?”
“You were sleeping. I couldn’t resist.”
He glanced down at his erection. “Oh. Okay.”
I leaned forward and kissed his cock again. I licked it gently, tasting the salty sweetness of his precum. He moaned softly and pushed himself up onto his elbows. I continued to lick his cock, enjoying the taste of him.
He looked down at me with a smile. “I guess I owe you one.”
I grinned. “Maybe two. How many people have you fucked in this bed?”
“Not nearly enough,” he said. “But I think we can work something out.”
I looked up at him. “You want to fuck me again?”
“Hell, yeah. You’re incredible.”
I leaned down and kissed him. I tasted myself on his tongue, and it was a delicious sensation. I slid down the bed until my mouth was level with his cock. I took him in my mouth, sucking him greedily. I held his hips tightly and sucked harder, sliding my tongue all over his shaft.
He groaned and thrust his hips upward, pushing his cock deeper into my throat. I gasped and gagged slightly, but I managed to pull back quickly.
“Jesus, I’m sorry!”
I wiped my chin with the back of my hand, smearing his juices across my cheek. “It’s okay,” he said. “I don’t mind.”
I began to suck his cock. He pulled my head up and down, forcing the head of his penis into my mouth. My eyes were wide open as I looked at him. His face was contorted with lust, his eyes burning with passion. He forced me down on his cock again, but this time he held it there for a long moment. “Suck,” he whispered. I sucked harder.
He let go and moved behind me. I felt his hand on my ass. I didn’t move away. Instead, I lifted myself up onto my hands so that my back arched and my ass was raised higher. I felt his fingers dig in deep and then pull out. Then they slid back in. I groaned with pleasure.