Penetration. Oh, How I Love It!
I’m amazed I have any brain cells left after my sex date with Wes on Sunday afternoon. Talk about marathon sex. Whew!
I must have had at least 10 orgasms. Seriously. By the time I told Wes he could finish my legs were trembling, and my teeth were numb (that’s a first!). Toward the end I was growling along with all the screaming and moaning, but I couldn’t help it.
Really.
It got to the point where I only had 2-3 strokes to recover from one O before another O would start to build and explode. Yeah, I was in slut nirvana for sure. 
Which just confirms an epiphany I had last Friday. That’s when I realized I’m a greedy cunt. I am. Sex feels so good to me I want it all the time. Like I can’t get enough of it. Yummy!
Anyway, when I could move again, I roll over and wrap my bod around Wes like a kudzu vine. "I love Viagra," I murmur, nuzzling his neck.
"I knew you’d say that," he replies, grinning. "You always says that."
"Well, it’s true," I protest, weaving my fingers through his long blonde hair.
He laughs and mentions something about what a silly girl I am.
"Did you finish your presentation yet?" I ask, changing the subject. Wes had been working that morning on a presentation for one of his clients. I pull back from his gorgeous bod and run my hand across my flat stomach, which is kinda sticky from the cum I’d rubbed into it when he climaxed. Yummy!
"Part of it," he replies, turning to look at me. "I can’t believe I didn’t break a sweat this time."
"I did." I yawn and stretch like a satiated cat. "And I never sweat." I catch his plump earlobe between my teeth and lick it. "So what’s your presentation about?"
"Prospecting for new business."
"Oooh, I love cold calls," I purr. I do. Really. Selling is major fun for me. Especially cold calls. I think that’s one of the reasons why I have so much fun at my booksignings.
"Nothing cold about you, darlin’," Wes teases, rolling over on his side to kiss me. "I also need to demonstrate how they can get better penetration in their market."
"Ooh," I purr. "I love penetration."
Suddenly, Wes flips me over, and I’m flat on my back with my sex-god husband hovering over me. "I think we’ve got penetration down, don’t you, darlin’?" he teases, looking good enough to eat. Yummy!
He’s got my wrists pinned to the mattress, so I use my abs to rise up and lick his bottom lip. Hey, I knew those half-curls I do every day would come in handy for something, ya know? ;)
"Practice makes perfect," I respond, smiling wickedly. "And since nothing in this world is perfect, we’ll just have to practice, and practice, and practice, and…"
That’s when Wes cuts me off with a sizzling kiss.
Mmm. Practicing forever with his delicious cock sounds just perfect to me. Yeah, I could get into that. Totally… *horny grin*
xoxo
Laura Stamps (c)
Author of Erotica and Paranormal Romance Novels
http://www.LauraStamps.blogspot.com (excerpts from all of my novels)
http://laura-stamps8.livejournal.com (my naughty Author Blog/updated daily)
Laura Stamps (c)
Author of Erotica and Paranormal Romance Novels
http://www.LauraStamps.blogspot.com (excerpts from all of my novels)
http://laura-stamps8.livejournal.com (my naughty Author Blog/updated daily)
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