History repeated itself with Sally over and over.
She didn’t want to know his name—his name was Calvin.
She wanted it to be just the one time.
It was more than one time, and this time she had her head on his chest which she caressed and then her hand moved over his stomach. Sally reveled in the feeling of his hard muscles and of his softness. He was incredibly sexy to her. Had it been the way he came to her aid in his bar, or the way he had made love to her after?
Sally easily got addicted to men, if a man made love to her as divinely as he had she became an addict. She didn’t go looking for fixes, but if they were offered she could not say no. She didn’t want to say no to him, as her hand moved over his stomach.
Lower.
His happy trail was a happy trail indeed. He was hard, but did not touch him. She would not touch him there right now, she wanted to tease him.
And he let her.
But it was when she was desperate for him, and she touched him that he flinched. She looked up at him.
“Not yet,” he said.
Those words were like withdrawal to her. She straddled him and when she tried to get over his dick, he would not let her.
“Not yet,” he repeated, but she was desperate.
But obedient and she looked at him for direction.
”I don’t want to rush with you Sally,” he said before he kissed back into addiction.
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~ Marie