He continues to fuck me through my peak while progressively slowing down as I recuperate. I purposefully contract my inside muscles when I regain consciousness in an effort to get him to release, but after a few more thrusts, he pulls away.

Why are you doing that? My speech is slurred. Speaking in a cloud of hazy sex.

Let's try something new, she said. Mark grabs my arm and helps me rise up while allowing me some time to regain my feet. He pulls me into his lap with my knees on each side of him once I'm stable and sits on the edge of the bed.

I get a rare flash of self-consciousness. I'm a dripping mess. My skin could be flushed red from the previous exercise, and my hair is clinging to my face.

Although it's a little too close for my tastes, the position affords me a superb view of Mark, who despite his efforts doesn't seem to have suffered much. He really has absolutely bright skin, primed muscles, and a physically fit appearance throughout. He seems to be able to carry me for five kilometers while running without any effort.

"Ride me," he commands.

I've been fucked so hard that I'm semi-exhausted, but I tell myself that if my body can give me the energy boost I need right now, I'll sleep all day tomorrow. I don't want Mark to be unhappy, and I also really want more of him.

Although the speed he maintained inside of me was exactly perfect, I raise up and sink down onto his cock, bringing him inside of me. I'm happy to learn that I get to determine the tempo this time. His cock makes me feel so fantastic deep within, and every time I grind down, his clit grinds against mine in a manner that makes me crazy. Maybe there's more to this job than I first believed.

My nipples are pinched between Mark's fingers as he holds my breasts in his palms. Another orgasm suddenly bursts through my body, enveloping me in joy and temporarily removing me from time and space.

When I land, he leans to suck on my thickened nipples and rubs his thumb into my clit. He keeps me riding the waves. Everything is too delicate, and I begin to urge him to stop, but he forces me to return before I can finish.

"Oh, my God, yes!" I collapse into his lap and grab onto his powerful shoulders in my desperation. It's stronger than ever, emanating from the center of my being and engulfing every cell in a prolonged euphoria.

My eyes blink wide to see Mark's face gripped in his own climax even though I'm hardly there. This indicates that something in me must have sensed a shift in him. His eyes are tightly closed, his jaw is clenched, and his teeth are gritted. I can feel him pulsating inside of me.

We are both arriving simultaneously.

What are the chances of it occurring during a single meeting, because it never occurs? That's the kind of thing I believe two individuals who are really familiar with one another's bodies may strive toward.

I sneak a second look at his face. He is stunning and has passed the peak but is still in the throes. He is a very gorgeous guy, and at no other time is this true than when he is losing himself inside of me.

I'm struggling to breathe normally while attempting to overcome a general uneasy sensation for which I have no explanation. This may be the finest sex I've ever had, so I'm not sure what the issue is. My body should be saturated with every feel-good hormone it can create.

Perhaps I'm simply worn out and want to unwind now that things are coming to a close.

Mark also has trouble breathing. He places his forehead against mine, caresses my face with one hand, and then brushes a few hairs back behind my ear.

He remarks, "That was so good." I am aware that he is still inside of me as he begins to stroke my back. When our bodies are no longer joined, I move back while holding the base of the condom and hunt for my abandoned clothing.

I point to the doorway to my bedroom and explain, "The bathroom is just over there to the right."

I don't bother with my bra as I put my clothing back on while he is gone from the room. I'll take a shower after he's gone.

As soon as my trousers are fastened, Mark enters the room again, his cock already beginning to stiffen once more, making me have crazy ideas of asking him if he wants to continue.

He sits down on the bed and says, "Are you free after work tomorrow night?" He doesn't seem to be in a rush to get ready.

I wasn't anticipating the query. "I don't do that," I answer. "I told you to -"

I'm not asking to be your boyfriend, he adds as he cuts me off with a grin on his face. I want to know whether you want to meet up again. His gaze briefly wanders to where we had just joined on my bed, where his arms are around me and his cock is located.

"I don't do boyfriends, and I also don't do repeats," I reply.

He frowns while still displaying a hint of amusement, as if I had given him an amusing tale that he isn't quite sure about. You avoid repetitions, right?

"Sequels are never as good as they seem."

He laughs, but it has a hint of annoyance in it.

To remove the creases, I tug on the blanket's corner on my bed. "One-night stands simplify life so much. But Mark, this was very nice. I'm grateful. I'm really happy that we connected.

The guy looks at me with disbelief. I imagine he's not accustomed to being rejected by ladies given the way his face and physique seem. Is that it? he queries.

"What more do you require? Oh, do you like to cuddle?

Instead of responding, he stands up and dons his clothing, snapping each one to make the fabric stand straight. I should have made my standards clear earlier in the evening, and I apologize if he is upset, but I don't have any obligation to him.

He continues, "I'd think you were saying this no-repeats bullshit just to brush me off, but I know you enjoyed it." as he fastens his belt.

"I did."

He continues to fuck me through my peak while progressively slowing down as I recuperate. I purposefully contract my inside muscles when I regain consciousness in an effort to get him to release, but after a few more thrusts, he pulls away.

Why are you doing that? My speech is slurred. Speaking in a cloud of hazy sex.

Let's try something new, she said. Mark grabs my arm and helps me rise up while allowing me some time to regain my feet. He pulls me into his lap with my knees on each side of him once I'm stable and sits on the edge of the bed.

I get a rare flash of self-consciousness. I'm a dripping mess. My skin could be flushed red from the previous exercise, and my hair is clinging to my face.

Although it's a little too close for my tastes, the position affords me a superb view of Mark, who despite his efforts doesn't seem to have suffered much. He really has absolutely bright skin, primed muscles, and a physically fit appearance throughout. He seems to be able to carry me for five kilometers while running without any effort.

"Ride me," he commands.

I've been fucked so hard that I'm semi-exhausted, but I tell myself that if my body can give me the energy boost I need right now, I'll sleep all day tomorrow. I don't want Mark to be unhappy, and I also really want more of him.

Although the speed he maintained inside of me was exactly perfect, I raise up and sink down onto his cock, bringing him inside of me. I'm happy to learn that I get to determine the tempo this time. His cock makes me feel so fantastic deep within, and every time I grind down, his clit grinds against mine in a manner that makes me crazy. Maybe there's more to this job than I first believed.

My nipples are pinched between Mark's fingers as he holds my breasts in his palms. Another orgasm suddenly bursts through my body, enveloping me in joy and temporarily removing me from time and space.

When I land, he leans to suck on my thickened nipples and rubs his thumb into my clit. He keeps me riding the waves. Everything is too delicate, and I begin to urge him to stop, but he forces me to return before I can finish.

"Oh, my God, yes!" I collapse into his lap and grab onto his powerful shoulders in my desperation. It's stronger than ever, emanating from the center of my being and engulfing every cell in a prolonged euphoria.

My eyes blink wide to see Mark's face gripped in his own climax even though I'm hardly there. This indicates that something in me must have sensed a shift in him. His eyes are tightly closed, his jaw is clenched, and his teeth are gritted. I can feel him pulsating inside of me.

We are both arriving simultaneously.

What are the chances of it occurring during a single meeting, because it never occurs? That's the kind of thing I believe two individuals who are really familiar with one another's bodies may strive toward.

I sneak a second look at his face. He is stunning and has passed the peak but is still in the throes. He is a very gorgeous guy, and at no other time is this true than when he is losing himself inside of me.

I'm struggling to breathe normally while attempting to overcome a general uneasy sensation for which I have no explanation. This may be the finest sex I've ever had, so I'm not sure what the issue is. My body should be saturated with every feel-good hormone it can create.

Perhaps I'm simply worn out and want to unwind now that things are coming to a close.

Mark also has trouble breathing. He places his forehead against mine, caresses my face with one hand, and then brushes a few hairs back behind my ear.

He remarks, "That was so good." I am aware that he is still inside of me as he begins to stroke my back. When our bodies are no longer joined, I move back while holding the base of the condom and hunt for my abandoned clothing.

I point to the doorway to my bedroom and explain, "The bathroom is just over there to the right."

I don't bother with my bra as I put my clothing back on while he is gone from the room. I'll take a shower after he's gone.

As soon as my trousers are fastened, Mark enters the room again, his cock already beginning to stiffen once more, making me have crazy ideas of asking him if he wants to continue.

He sits down on the bed and says, "Are you free after work tomorrow night?" He doesn't seem to be in a rush to get ready.

I wasn't anticipating the query. "I don't do that," I answer. "I told you to -"

I'm not asking to be your boyfriend, he adds as he cuts me off with a grin on his face. I want to know whether you want to meet up again. His gaze briefly wanders to where we had just joined on my bed, where his arms are around me and his cock is located.

"I don't do boyfriends, and I also don't do repeats," I reply.

He frowns while still displaying a hint of amusement, as if I had given him an amusing tale that he isn't quite sure about. You avoid repetitions, right?

"Sequels are never as good as they seem."

He laughs, but it has a hint of annoyance in it.

To remove the creases, I tug on the blanket's corner on my bed. "One-night stands simplify life so much. But Mark, this was very nice. I'm grateful. I'm really happy that we connected.

The guy looks at me with disbelief. I imagine he's not accustomed to being rejected by ladies given the way his face and physique seem. Is that it? he queries.

"What more do you require? Oh, do you like to cuddle?

Instead of responding, he stands up and dons his clothing, snapping each one to make the fabric stand straight. I should have made my standards clear earlier in the evening, and I apologize if he is upset, but I don't have any obligation to him.

He continues, "I'd think you were saying this no-repeats bullshit just to brush me off, but I know you enjoyed it." as he fastens his belt.

"I did."

He continues, tucking the hem of his shirt into his jeans, "You're going to want more." I'll be spending some time at Rusty's. When you've had enough, come visit me.

Damn. He is correct. I should have known better than to spend the night with someone I'll be seeing at work. I suppose I can always approach the building from a different direction and enter the side entrance if the sight of his sweaty, firm physique becomes too alluring.

A happy ending

Thankfully, I have the night off and don't have to worry about bumping into Mark the next evening. Additionally, it's payday, so I make the decision to indulge myself to my preferred, guilt-free pleasure.

My hard-earned money goes a lot to the Whitman bookshop.

I have a ton of ebooks on my Kindle app-far more than I'll ever read-but I also like reading real, physical books. They are delightful to hold, use as bookmarks, cuddle up with in bed, and I really like their coverings.

They have the nicest covers, and romance is my favorite genre.

Now that I'm in the romance section of the bookshop, I can't help but feel a bit uneasy about how many of the dominant male cover stars remind me of Mark. The ideal bone structure, the powerful arms, the penetrating gaze that left me feeling naked despite the fact that I was wearing clothing...

He was certainly someone to remember. And as I had anticipated, he left me with a tangible memento that will sting for a day or two: the delightful pain from such intense fucking between my legs.

The book cover models generally make me lust for them without really making me sexy, but today they're making me horny. My body is buzzing, or maybe it's just the recollections of last night.

I may go to my favorite pub in Whitman when I leave and see if anybody looks decent there. Nothing can erase memories of the previous guy like a new one.

On the lowest shelf, I see an intriguing cover, so I stoop down to look at it. I run into someone behind me when I rise up while keeping my eyes on the book I'm carrying. "Oh! I say, "Excuse me," and then I turn to see who I've ran into.

I may not need to visit the pub after all.

The guy, who is also apologizing, doesn't resemble Mark at all, but he does resemble a character from a book cover.

He strikes me speechless with his height, sturdy build, gorgeous brown complexion, and deep, black eyes.

He adds in a low, soft voice, "I'm very sorry. "I was just passing through. I didn't expect to be in the way of you.

His hands are empty, but mine are filled with a modest stack of books. "On the way through?" I ask. "You don't read romance novels?"

The cover of the book I'm holding, which portrays a lady in a low-cut, tight minidress surrounded by two muscular, shirtless males with tattoos all over their bodies, catches his attention as his eyes expand significantly.

I'm conversing with a guy who is wearing a beige henley. Ink-covered forearms may be seen when the long sleeves are pulled up. A brow arch indicates that he realized that I was observing when we next lock eyes.

He repeats, "Romance?" with his lips twisted into a seductive smile that is framed by well groomed facial hair. Oh, I've already read them all. He extends his hand to indicate both sides of the expansive aisle that is lined with shelves containing a large number of books.

I see, truly. Those all? So that I may add them to my stack, you'll have to let me know which books are your favorites.

He gives the shelf behind me a quick look before quickly grabbing for a book. I notice a subtle spicy aroma emanating from his skin as he bends in to get it.

He pats the book's cover, which portrays a guy with long, black hair, a blousy white shirt that is open to the waist, revealing his tan chest, and remarks, "This... this was one of my favorites."

"Really? What's the matter?

The beautiful stranger wipes his chin while shifting his gaze between the book and me. Well, as you can see, the dude... He had spent his whole life trying to locate the greatest barber in the country because, well, just look at his wonderful hair, which demands the best possible care.

I cover my mouth with my palm to stifle the uncontrollable chuckles.

"And this lady -" he says, pointing to the red-haired woman whose bosom is about to burst out of her green gown, "it turns out that even though she has no formal training, she is the one who is most skilled at cutting and styling his long locks, so his quest is fulfilled when he meets her."

"Spoiler warning!" I chuckle while crying.

"Oh, and they live happily ever after," he adds.

That is a wonderful sound. I take the book from him and add it to my stack.

The guy scowls. "You're not actually going to buy that, are you?"

The question "Why not?"

"I mean . I could just give you my copy," he shrugs.

I dab at a tear in my eye. You would do that? You don't even know me, so why would you entrust your favorite book to me?

Before returning to my face, his eyes go down my body to take in my yellow sundress and shoes. You seem to be reliable enough. He had been maintaining a serious expression up until this point, but suddenly he grinned and extended his hand. "Hi, my name is Khalil."