Blind Date

“But I want you,” she insisted, sliding him back inside. He couldn’t seem to help himself-his tongue and lips went immediately to her nipples, sucking and licking, back and forth between them.

Annie’s breath came quicker as she worked her hips under him. Eric was thrusting into her, helpless to stop, and she felt another building. She moved faster against him, twisting and rolling underneath his body as she felt the sensation swelling between her thighs. Her climax caught up with her and she shuddered, digging her nails into his back and biting his shoulder as she came.

Eric winced, but he didn’t slow. She pulled him close, and he let her, his hips still rocking, moving in and out of her hot flesh.

“I can’t stop it,” Eric whispered into her hair against her ear.

“Don’t stop,” Annie whispered back.

He was huge inside of her, thick and swollen and insistent. His cock was taking her places she never knew existed. Annie rocked with him, their motion slower now, a more gentle rhythm, but it was incessant, an endless dance. She never wanted it to end. They could do this until the world ended in a brilliant flash of light.

“Oh god,” Eric murmured. “I can’t stand it.” Annie ran her hands down his back, up under his sweat dampened shirt. She slipped her hands down over his ass, feeling the muscles there working as he moved inside of her.

“Don’t stop,” Annie begged him, meeting his easy thrusts with more eager ones, forcing him to sink deeper into her willing, wet flesh. “Don’t ever stop, Eric,” she whispered again, meeting his thrusts with her own, feeling another orgasm waiting in the recesses of her belly. “Please, make me come again…” He groaned, ramming his cock into her. The linoleum made little squeaking sounds under the legs of the cot as they rocked. They had already slid partway across the floor in their lust. He pushed himself up on his arms and rolled his hips, shoving himself deep into her. Annie nodded, her eyes half-closed, grabbing his biceps and digging her nails in, her thighs gripping him tight.

“Yes,” she whispered, reaching her pinnacle and feeling herself being pushed off the edge. She was falling into it, her body quivering and shivering as she went, the world fading to black around the edges. There’s nothing better than this.

Eric’s shaft throbbed with delicious release, and she felt him filling her, white hot waves of pleasure flooding her insides. Her body curled around him, wanting to keep him close. His breath was ragged in her ear as he kissed her cheek, her throat, and she gave a soft, shaky sigh.

The sound of a door made them both jump and glance up in a panic.

“Uh oh,” Annie whispered, and then giggled.

Thankfully, it was the outer door, not the one to the room they occupied.

Eric grinned and kissed the tip of her nose, rolling off her with a groan. They both started fumbling with their clothes, buttoning and straightening as quickly as they could.

“Hey…” Eric’s eyes searched her face as he stood, tucking in his shirt.

“That whole fainting thing…are you really okay?” She smiled, standing to tuck her blouse into her skirt. “Don’t I look okay?”

“You look…” He pulled her to him, his eyes moving over her.

“Fantastic…downright edible, actually…hmm, now there’s something I could do again…” His fingers were edging the hemline of her skirt back up.

“Now who’s incorrigible?” Annie laughed, slapping his hand away and sitting down on the cot.

“All right, don’t make me get all serious,” he said with a wink.

She smoothed her hair, finally meeting his eyes. “Do I look different to you?”

He frowned, studying her face, and then nodded. “Now that you mention it…”

“I’m pregnant, Eric.” She bit her lip, waiting for his reaction.

He blinked, staring at her, and then sank down onto the cot beside her.

“Well…I guess that explains the fainting!”

“Is that all you have to say?” she pouted.

He grinned. “Is it mine?”

“You ass!” She shoved at him, but couldn’t help grinning back. “Why do you think I was looking for you?”

Eric shrugged, trying to hide his smile. “My mother said it was because you wanted my money.”

“Your mother-?!” Annie shook her head, looking for words. “Your mother is a piece of work! Do you have any idea?”

He nodded, laughing. “Why do you think I don’t tell her where I am?” Annie snorted. “Well, I don’t blame you.”

“You know,” Eric fingered the top button of her blouse, “as a psychologist you’ve probably heard what they say…about men marrying women like their mothers…”

Annie’s jaw dropped. “Very funny. I am nothing like your mother!”

“No?” He winked, fingering her top button. “God, I can’t resist you…”

“No!” she protested. “What if someone comes in?”

“You weren’t worried about that five minutes ago.” He smiled. “Besides, I can turn out the light.”

Annie stuck her tongue out. “I think I’d like to do everything with the lights on from now on.”

“Sounds good to me.” He slid his hand over her blouse and cupped her breast. “My, you’ve really grown! I knew there was something different…” Annie flushed. “Eric!”