Gabby Wallace leaned back resting her palm on the rippling chest underneath her. She rocked her hips back and forth, feeling every inch of him tickling her insides. She had never done this before, gone to bed with a man that she had just met. The guilty thrill of it hastened the tingling working its way up her thighs.
Wanting to feel more of him inside of her, she relaxed. She never thought of herself as a big girl, but she was big enough to think about it. With a man, she always supported most of her own weight. But now, becoming lost in the lust of the moment, she couldn’t help it. She needed all of him.
Kevin’s thick tip pushed against the top of her loins. Gabby moaned. His cock had looked impressive, and it felt even better. Kevin clutched her thick waist, pulling her deeper onto him, and she whipped her head back in painful pleasure.
“Ahhh,” she groaned.
Pushing him further into her, she couldn’t stop herself. The train barreling through her rattled her core, pulsing through her pussy and her clit. Her chin quivered. She couldn’t tell if she was going to cry or just cry out in pleasure. She hadn’t felt this before. She was in the grips of unimaginable passion when all at once, her body let go.
“Ahhhhh!” she screamed, her head dizzy.
Still riding him, she started blacking out. Darkness clouded her mind. She felt like she was about to explode. Her insides held onto his cock with a death grip, until his manhood shot its hot juices into her.
Gabby’s movements slowed to a stop. Her head fell back as she struggled to regain her bearing. She could barely remember where she was or how she got there. She knew that she had been at a work conference and had been flirting with the gorgeous entrepreneur seated next to her. They had both smiled at one another over the bagels, and after a few funny quips and touches, they were headed back to his room.
Gabby felt his manhood shrinking out of her. She didn’t want it to go. She didn’t want him to go. They had only just met, but she already missed him. She rolled off of him and slipped into the space between his arm and chest. He could no longer be in her, so she fought for a way to feel inside of him.
Kevin held her round soft flesh in his arms.
“Did you just feel that?” Kevin asked.
Gabby didn’t know how to respond. If he thought that somehow she’d missed his shaving cream-sized cock plowing through her, he wasn’t as bright as he was gorgeous.
“I don’t know about you, but I felt something between us,” he continued.
That, she had noticed. It was as if sparks were leaping off of him, penetrating deep inside her. It hadn’t just been her imagination, then, if he felt it, too.
“I know it’s early, and I don’t want to scare you off, but I want to do this again. I want to do it a lot. And I want to do this for a long time,” he said with a laugh that jiggled his firm chest and tickled her still-erect nipples.
Gabby slipped her arm around Kevin and closed her eyes. Yes, she wanted it, too. She wanted it more than she would ever admit. But every experience in her life had taught her never to say it. Between the dogs and the players, she had never met a decent man.
Didn’t any of them understand that she was a queen? She had graduated from business school at the top of her class. She was working as a vice president at a fortune 500 company. And she was in an intimate relationship with Jimmy Choo. She was a queen.
But the men she had dated hadn’t seen it that way at all. To them, Jimmy Choo was just an Asian dude with a foot fetish. They saw her personality as too vivacious and her waist as too broad. They wanted a placid woman. They wanted one they could dominate. They didn’t want a woman with a career, and they certainly didn’t want a woman that made more than they did. Somehow, they didn’t understand that a good penis was worth more than money. You can’t buy a good penis. Well, you could, but they came with a rubber smell and required at least one hand to operate.
Kevin, though, seemed different from other men. In their brief conversation, he had seemed impressed when she told him where she worked. She wasn’t sure, but it had felt like it turned him on more. When she laughed loud enough to turn heads, he laughed in response. For the first time, she was with a man who wasn’t intimidated by her. More than anything else, his confidence had inspired her to introduce him to her treasure chest.
“Did you feel it, baby? Don’t leave me hanging now,” Kevin said craning his neck to look into her eyes.
“What, you mean the pole you were using to clear my throat? Yeah, I felt it. If I didn’t keep my mouth closed, the neighbors would have felt it, too.”
Kevin’s chuckle ended with a blush.
“No, baby. I mean the connection.”
Gabby smiled. She had wanted him to say it. “I might have. But don’t you get all cocky now. That doesn’t mean that I’m just gonna let you do what you did again.”
Gabby looked at him shocked. “Who you think I am? I’m a lady.” She paused. “And before we go on, what’s your name again?”
Kevin laughed. “Charles.”
Gabby brushed him off. “No it’s not. It’s Kevin. I’m just kidding. I remember what your name is.”
“And I don’t want you to ever forget it, you hear me?”
Gabby smiled and grunted. She knew that she shouldn’t be, but she was ecstatic. He had everything she’d ever wanted in a man. He was smart and gorgeous. He had his own business and a smile that could light up a room. Despite her resistance, despite telling herself to slow down, she was falling deeper and deeper for him. She loved it and hated it at the same time.
As the bliss of orgasm wore off, Gabby looked down at her exposed flesh. There was a lot of it. She looked up at Kevin, wondering if he had noticed. She hoped he didn’t and gracefully eased herself under the covers. Properly covered, her confidence returned.
Kevin spoke first. “I want to see you again.”
“You haven’t finished seeing me the first time,” she teased.
“I know, but I want to make sure that whenever this ends, I see you again.”
“Well, slow your roll there. First I’m gonna have to find out a few things about you.”
“Are you married?”
Kevin looked at her surprised.
“Because you have to tell me if you’re married. It’s the law.”
“I think that I only have to tell you if I’m a cop.”