could stare into those mesmerizing hazel eyes all day. You’d think I’ve never been with a man before and Glenn’s got some kind of spell on me.
But hey, I’m in love. And the truth is, I’ve never loved anyone like I love Glenn.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” I ask him.
“Like what?”
“Like you’re trying to eat me up with your eyes.”
“You want me to stop?” he asks.
“Not a chance. I want to stay here like this forever with you.”
“I know what you mean.”
A beat passes. I yawn. “I’m so exhausted. Thanks to you.”
“You weren’t complaining last night.”
“I sure wasn’t,” I reply, chuckling softly. “What a start to my weekend!”
After speaking with Glenn during the week, I didn’t expect him until today. But he surprised me by calling me at the studio last night and telling me he was in town.
We’ve been fucking ever since.
What can I say? I haven’t had sex in two years. I’m going to take as much of it as I can get these days.
Glenn lifts my hand to his mouth and kisses it. “I aim to please.”
“Did you ever!”
We both giggle, then gaze. Sheesh, you’d think we were fifteen and had just shared our first sexual experience together.
“You ready to get up?” Glenn asks me. Of course, he asks this as he tweaks one of my nipples.
“Oh, you don’t play fair, do you?”
“Life ain’t fair, sweetheart.” Glenn lowers his head and his hot tongue covers my nipple. I close my eyes and moan. He takes my nipple deep in his mouth and suckles it slowly. Slowly, yet it nearly drives me out of my mind.
I run my hands over his closely cropped hair. “Damn you, Glenn.”
“You want me to stop?”
“I thought…thought we were…” I can’t finish my thought. Glenn is now massaging my clit, and oh, it feels so good. If I let myself, I could come. It’s like my whole body is a giant nub, and the moment he touches me, I’m lost.
I’m his.
Glenn rolls onto his back and pulls me on top of him. His fingers dig into my ass, kneading my flesh. I quickly straddle him. Damn, his cock feels amazing pressed against my vagina like this.
But it feels much better inside me.
I ease my body up and stroke my finger over the length of his shaft—then guide his throbbing erection inside me. “Ooh, Glenn. Damn…”
He pulls my hips down so that he fills me with a hard thrust. We spent more than half the night screwing, so my inner walls are sore, but this pain is pleasure.
“You’re so hot,” Glenn whispers. He kneads my breasts, plays with my nipples. I ride him like he’s a wild horse, hanging on to his solid legs for support. And I watch the expression on his face. It’s a look of total ecstasy, the same one I know he must see on my face. I love how we stare into each other’s eyes, like there’s total openness and honesty between us.
“Come on, baby,” Glenn moans. He grips my hips as he thrusts upward deep and hard, over and over again. I rub myself against him so that there’s delicious friction against my clit.
A moment later, I close my eyes as a wave of orgasmic bliss washes over me. I arch my back and enjoy the ride.
Glenn’s fingers dig into my butt. I’m still coming when I hear his grunt-giggle sound. I tighten my inner walls around him, knowing that will intensify his pleasure.
Slowly, his lips curl in a smile. He presses his palms against my shoulder blades, urging me forward. I collapse against his chest.
We’re silent for a moment, our ragged breaths mingling. Then we start laughing.
“You do this to me every time, Baxter. Make me forget about everything but making love to you.”
“I can’t keep my hands off you.”
I slide off his chest and onto my back. “I’d better take a shower. Alone. You’re gonna have to keep that lethal weapon away from me if we’re ever going to do anything else today.”
“All right, all right,” Glenn grudgingly agrees. Still, he reaches for my body as I move off the bed. He grins at me, then settles back on his pillow.
“I guess we should go out for breakfast,” he says. “Eat something to build our strength up.”
“For more sex?” I ask, twisting my lips in mock reproof.
“No, actually. There’s something I want to show you.”
My eyebrows shoot up. “Show me? What could you want to show me?”
“It’s a surprise.”
“A surprise?” I plop back down on the bed beside him. “Come on, Glenn. You know how I am with surprises. Just tell me what it is.”
“You go get your shower. Or we’ll never get out of here.”
“Glenn…”
He pushes my leg. “Go.”
I glare at him before scooting off the bed. I’m kidding, of course. I bluff a good game but I don’t really want him to tell me what the surprise is. I love surprises.
“Hurry,” he tells me. “Or it might not be today.”
“All right, I’m going.” I grin all the way to the bathroom.
“You can’t possibly want more food?” I say to Glenn a couple hours later, when we’re sipping coffees at a Denny’s fifteen minutes from my house. I’m not a big fan of the Denny’s chain, but most anyplace can do breakfast right.
Glenn peruses the plastic-encased lunch menu in the center of the table. “I don’t know. I could have a burger.”
“You could not, so let’s just settle the bill and leave already.”
“Impatient for that surprise, are you?”
I smile sweetly at him.
“Can I order dessert?”
“No dessert!” I laugh. “Boy, you know how to tease a girl.”
“So I’m told.”
Something catches in my chest. I know we’re both
