“It makes you feel so good, doesn’t it, Juniper?”
She nods as I position myself at her entrance.
“You like me filling you up, stretching you wide.”
She pulls at me, urging me closer. I don’t know how I’m holding myself back. I have the most beautiful, sexy woman underneath me. How am I managing not to slam into her and make her scream so the entire town of Star Falls can hear us fuck? But reveling in her need is almost better.
Almost.
“Shall I take it slow, baby?” I ask. “Because you’re so tight. I’ll just push in a little. Open you up a bit.”
Her chest is heaving as she pants. She seems to be close even though I’m only just getting started.
“Oh, Juniper. You’re so close. Remember to be a good girl and ask permission before you come.”
I slam into her, and she dissolves around me, tight like a fist, her back arched, her hands grabbing at me.
“Oh dear,” I say as I keep fucking her through her climax. “That wasn’t polite, was it?”
Sweat sheens my body as I do my best not to follow her. My need to make her come again overrules my body, and I manage to push my orgasm back. I thrust into her over and over. Her expression when she realizes what’s happening, when she knows another climax is building, nearly sends me off the edge. I have to shut my eyes for a second so I can get through. I shift and lift her legs up, place them over my shoulders. It gets me deeper, farther into her. And I can see her better like this. Watch as her breasts move with my thrusts, see how she shudders as I talk to her.
She reaches for me, but I’m too far back, so her hand falls to her pussy. To where we connect.
The visual is too much. I’m too far gone to bring myself back from the brink this time. I thrust harder, trying to feel everything. Trying to commit it all to memory in case life never gets this good again. And I need to get her there.
I didn’t need to worry that she might not.
I grab her wrist and take her fingers in my mouth. “That’s mine,” I say.
“Fisher!” she cries. “Fisher, please, can I come?”
I circle my hips and thrust. “Come now.”
I push into her, our eyes lock, and we both fall together.
THIRTEEN
Fisher
Vivian and I have fallen into a routine. The two of us meet every other day for breakfast and to catch up. I don’t want to impose myself, but I want her to know that I’m here to support her.
“It sounds like it’s all going perfectly,” I say, in response to her talking about the album.
“How can it not when the pastries are this good?” she says.
I laugh. “So, that’s the key to your creativity?” I ask. “Food?”
“More specifically, pastries,” she says. “Or any high-fat, high-sugar, low-nutrition food.”
“Got it.”
“But seriously, you’re welcome to come down. You can hear what we’ve done so far, if you’d like. In fact, I’ve got a little niggle with the current track. I wouldn’t hate it if you put your producer hat on and gave me your thoughts on what you think it needs.”
“It’s been a while since I’ve been hands-on in the studio. I’ve been stuck behind a desk for years now.”
“Oh, we’ll blow off your cobwebs. Creativity is like riding a bike. You never forget it.”
“Well, okay then. What are your plans for the day?”
