I wanted to stay buried inside Bree but my cock was already softening, shriveling with the condom still attached.

Reluctantly, I carefully withdrew and tossed the condom in the small bedside trash bin before rolling to my back to catch my breath.

We remained silently beside each other for a long minute.

Surprisingly, I broke the silence first to ask, “Are you...okay? Did I hurt you?”

She nodded with a husky murmured, “I’m fine” before continuing to stare at the ceiling as if the meaning of life was etched on the water-stained surface.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

Usually, I left the bed seconds after spewing my load, eager to clean up and send the woman on her way so she didn’t get the impression I was interested in a serious gig.

But I didn’t want to leave Bree’s side.

I wanted...fuck, I wanted to cuddle.

Ignoring the general calamity inside my brain, I rolled to my side and pulled her into the cove of my arms. She went willingly, snuggling close. The scent of our bodies filled the small room. The sharp musk of her pussy made me want to bury myself in her all over again.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” I asked, worried. “Do you regret what we did?”

“God no,” she shocked me with a wry laugh. “That was the best thing ever. You’re very good.”

I couldn’t help the pride as my chest swelled. “Thanks.” But her silence poked at me. “So what’s wrong?” I asked.

“I was just thinking that I’ve wasted a lot of time remaining a virgin. If I’d known how great sex was, I might’ve eagerly become a slut.”

I laughed at her pure honesty but I was secretly glad she hadn’t.

She regarded me with serious eyes. “I hope you don’t think that was a one-and-done situation. Now that you’ve popped the top, you can’t shove the genie back in the bottle.”

It would’ve been easy enough to simply laugh and joke around but I think she was sensing what we were both thinking and feeling, only she was the one with the balls to actually say it out loud.

“Don’t you think that might complicate an already complicated situation?” I asked, testing her reaction.

“I want more,” she said simply.

“More?”

“Yes,” she nodded eagerly, saying, “I want to try every position, every trick. I want you to teach me how to give a blow job so I can make you squirm like you made me. I want to taste you in my mouth after you’ve been inside me.” She widened her eyes with a horrified gasp, saying, “Oh my God, that’s gross, isn’t it?”

“That’s fucking hot,” I growled, sealing my mouth to hers, swallowing her embarrassment. The thought of Bree sucking my cock after I’d been buried in her pussy was like gasoline on an already burning fire. I broke the kiss, only to lean down and suck a pebbled nipple into my mouth.

Her soft inhale was the sweetest sound on the planet. She arched and I slipped my arms around her, rolling onto my back so she could ride.

Dark hair spilled around her shoulders, her tits, perfect handfuls, pouting for my lips.

Her dark thatch of curly hair still moist from my mouth and cock.

Fresh arousal sent blood hurtling through my shaft.

Within moments, I was hard again.

Without my prompting, Bree clasped my cock in her warm grasp, squeezing it gently, marveling at the drop of fluid that oozed from the tip onto her fingers. She shocked me by licking her finger.

“Curious little cat, aren’t you?” I said, my mouth twisting in a grin.

“A little salty,” she observed with a shy smile that put the finishing touches on my rock-hard cock. “I want to suck it.”

God, I wanted to feel her mouth on me but I didn’t think I could stand the torture.

Not yet.

Instead, I encouraged her to seat herself on my cock.

A ready student, Bree eagerly accepted.

She gasped as she seated herself firmly onto me.

My eyes rolled back as the heat of her sheath encased my shaft.

Tight as closed fist, wet as an experienced whore, Bree rocked herself on my cock, finding her own rhythm, deciding for herself what felt best.

The flex of her ass on my thighs was the hottest thing I’d ever known.

Her slack-jawed expression as she hit a good spot was the epitome of sexy.

She squirmed, trying to find the perfect way to hit that spot each time.

I loved her willingness to explore without hesitation.

She embraced fucking like a champ.

And Bree learned fast.

Soon enough, Bree groaned, grinding herself against me, tiny mewling gasps escaping her mouth as she came a second time, shuddering as a quickie rolled through her, not quite as explosive but just as sweet.

I pulled out, still hard as stone, and, after I quickly tore open another condom and sheathed myself, I told her, “On your hands and knees, baby” so I could fuck her from behind.

I rammed myself into her, quick and merciless.

I wasn’t thinking of technique — just getting off.

I fucked like a wild man, losing control quickly.

We both collapsed, too sated to move.

I didn’t even bother removing the condom this time.

And that’s basically how we fell asleep.

Naked.

Covered in each other’s sweat.

A tangle of limbs.

I think it was the best night sleep of my life — except, I had a bad feeling it wasn’t just because I’d fucked like a Viking God, pillaging that pussy raw.

It was because of Bree.

She made me crazed.

She made want things.

Like cuddling.

And breakfast in bed.

God help me.