Free Escorted by Claire Kent Page B

hips in time with his and she even remembered to squeeze around him
occasionally with her internal muscles. This time, they didn’t speak, and the
only sounds in the room were her accelerated breathing and the rhythmic
squeaking of the bed.
    For some
reason, the squeaking of the bed—the audible result of their carnal motion—gave
her silly jolts of pride and pleasure.
    After a few
minutes, Lori’s pulse began to race and she felt overwhelmed with waves of
heat. Her steady rocking beneath Ander became more urgent and clumsy as the
deep pressure of her arousal began to tighten into a delicious knot.
    Ander’s eyes
were focused and unreadable, but she thought she could see his features begin
to tense up a little. That tiny evidence of physical response made Lori clench
around his cock.
    He grunted when
she did and jerked his head to the side. His steady thrusting speeded up but
never faltered. She’d moved her hands unconsciously down to his ass, and she
could feel the firm muscles there clenching and unclenching with each pitch of
his hips.
    She began to
shake as the erotic pressure got deeper and deeper at her center. She writhed
beneath him, desperate for it to finally break.
    “You’re about
to come, Lori,” Ander murmured hoarsely. “Try not to clench up like that.”
    She gave a
soft, tiny sob as her body twisted. “I can’t. Help.”
    He shifted his
weight onto one hand. He adjusted her legs again, pushing them up even farther.
Then he pulled up enough to squeeze his free hand down between their bodies so
he could find and massage her clit.
    Her orgasm
broke at the first pressure of his thumb. Her cry of pleasure and relief was no
more than a raspy exhale, but her whole body shook and jerked beneath him as
the spasms sliced through her.
    Ander slowed
his thrusts, pushing deliciously against her contractions until her body had
ridden out the pleasure. Then he asked, “You ready for me to come too?”
    “Yeah,” she
gasped, flushed and sated by her hard climax. “Yeah.”
    Her channel
felt incredibly tight as he pumped into her with a fast, choppy rhythm. She
squeezed around his cock as best she could and dug her fingers into his
shoulders.
    It didn’t take
him nearly as long to come this time, and she watched as the tension cracked on
his face and a blaze of pleasure flared up in his eyes. He let out a choked
sound and then a thick exhale as his body finally let go.
    There was
something deliciously hot and soft about his body after he came. Lori felt it
under her hands and between her legs. She only had a few seconds to enjoy it,
however, because he pulled off and out of her almost immediately.
    When he got up
to dispose of the condom, she pulled down her now wrinkled chemise. She felt
kind of weird. Warm, relaxed and pleased with herself but at the same time
wanting even more. She was a little sore, but not as much as last time. In an
hour or so, she might be up for another round.
    It was just
after nine o’clock. They still had a lot of time before midnight.
    When Ander
returned, he pulled on his silk boxers and stretched out beside her, obviously
realizing she wasn’t through with him yet.
    He turned his head
and smiled at her. It wasn’t a broad or uninhibited smile, but it was much
better than the one he’d used earlier. “How was it?”
    “Good,” she
admitted. “Really good. The best one yet. And I didn’t need all the detailed
instructions, so that has to be progress.”
    “How do you
feel?”
    “Not bad. Just
a little sore. But I think maybe later, we could...” She trailed off, annoyed
with herself for feeling a little surge of self-consciousness at her obvious
eagerness to have sex with him again.
    “We have plenty
of time.”
    They lay in
silence for a while, both of them lost in their own thoughts. After a while, Lori
turned her head to look at Ander beside her.
    Tonight, she
couldn’t tell if he was posing or not. He lay on his back with his hands twined
behind his head. His