He sat up in bed and glanced at the tousled sheets in the space next to him. Though they were no longer warm, the scent of her lingered—that intoxicating mix of sex and the perfume that she wore.
He sighed, spying a strand of her long, red locks, blushing at the fact that the memory of her fiery mane had him semi-hard again.
Closing his eyes, he allowed his hand to venture under the covers and into his lap. He fondled his sac while he envisioned the torrid night of sex he had enjoyed with her.
One night only. That was her rule. Any more than that was dangerous.
“Men fall in love with me, and I’m not available,” she’d warned. “So, you can have me for tonight, but in the morning, I’ll be gone.”
One night only. Never enough. Despite the regret he felt as he picked up the pillow where her head had rested and inhaled the memory of her, it was worth every moment.
She’d done everything she said she could do. She sucked him, fucked him, and left him sated beyond what he had ever known. And then she snuck out like a thief in the night when he’d fallen asleep in the afterglow of the best sexual encounter of his life.
It wouldn’t have mattered if he’d stayed awake; she had made it clear she was not his to keep. She had also warned him that she would ruin him for other women. He’d seen it as braggadocious, a sassy challenge by a clever minx. But fuck if she hadn’t done exactly that! How could any woman measure up to her now? After the night of incomparable pleasure that she’d treated him to, who could possibly top that?
No one, that’s who. Not any of the lovers he’d had, not his ex-wife, not the hot little blonde who’d fucked him into next Tuesday all through his sophomore year in college. No one could hold a candle to this remarkable redhead. Not a goddamn one.
It had started so innocently. Flirting. Naughty texts. A little heated sexual innuendo here and there.
And it had ended up here, in this bed. She’d more than lived up to his expectations; she fucking trampled them. And he was left feeling grateful and forlorn—an odd mix.
When she finally agreed to meet him in person, he had been giddy. But she warned him he would never be the same again. He’d found it cute the way she boasted of her sexual prowess and even rolled his eyes a little at her audacious attitude. Clearly, self-esteem was not an issue for this woman.
They met for dinner. And damned if she didn’t give him the whole girlfriend experience. She giggled coquettishly, as though they’d been lovers for years. She held his hand and gazed longingly into his eyes across the table, making him feel like he was the only man in the world. And she stared into his soul, exposing his carnal desires. It was both exhilarating and unsettling.
He brought her to this hotel afterward, as she would not agree to go to his place. She might have been like a bitch in heat, but she wasn’t a bimbo. She was smart, sexy, cautious… and undeniably out of his league. But she wasn’t faking her interest; no one is that good of an actress. She wanted him. And he suspected she would wreck him… and he let her.
He closed his eyes and allowed his thoughts to drift back to the moment she undressed him. No woman had ever done that for him before. He’d witnessed plenty of stripteases along his tattered sexual path, but this was the first time he’d experienced a woman removing his clothing as if she were unwrapping the most precious gift. She made him feel treasured and special, and achingly desired.
When they were both naked, she pushed him into a sitting position on the bed and knelt in front of him with a wicked smile and seductive eyes. Without a word, she took his cock in one hand and cradled his balls in the other. She licked the entire length of his shaft before she made it disappear in her mouth. The way she moved her tongue, swirling it around while she held him captive, was erotic as fuck. Even more so was the way she hummed while the head of his dick lodged itself in her throat. Sweet Jesus, she had oral skills!
He realized that he was stroking his prick to the memory of her decadent cock worship just hours before and was painfully aware that it might be a long time before he’d have sex with anyone besides his hand. Shrugging it off, he continued to wank as the image of her riding up and down on him made his balls tingle. The vision of her perfect tits bouncing as her red curls spilled over them made him sigh. He could almost hear her whimpering like she had when he’d treated each breast to some rough nipple play.
Fuckkk! She’d given him carte blanche to do whatever he wanted, so he flicked and twisted, then he sucked and nibbled those gloriously hardened nipples to his heart’s content, all while she sat on his lap, grinding on his cock. Never a complaint about them being too sensitive, nor an admonishment to give it a rest already.
She allowed him to devour her sweet pussy in much the same way, cumming for him again and again, screaming out his name or God’s with every climax.
But the piece de resistance was when she got on all fours and begged him to fuck her ass as though she were a dirty little whore. He remembered thinking at the time that he’d died and gone to heaven or, at the very least, was going to finally be able to check anal sex off his bucket list.
He lubed up her puckered star and pushed slowly into her extremely tight ass, which gripped his cock like a vise. Like a horny frat boy, he plunged into her over and over, jackhammering into her back door. It was the most incredibly intense sexual experience of his life, and it was over far too quickly. After managing to hold off cumming during her exquisite blowjob and sexy-as-fuck cowgirl ride, he discovered he was no match for barebacking her rear entry. His balls constricted and let go, flooding her ass with his seed.
The image of that glorious experience was more than he could handle. He jerked his dick almost violently and shot his load all over his stomach. Lying back, he grabbed her pillow again and hugged it tightly, inhaling her scent once more.
Biting his bottom lip, he recalled the way she’d thanked him for a spectacular night of sex and curled into the crook of his arm, nestling her head on his chest. He realized now that this subtle move was the icing on the cake. Not only had she been the most incredible lover he’d ever been with, but she’d also known exactly how to make him feel… loved? Was that the word he was looking for?
Yeah, maybe. Probably.
He’d fallen asleep with her red locks splayed across his chest, but had woken up alone.
He sighed. He knew he’d muddle through, but in reality, he knew she’d been right.
He had been thoroughly ruined by a redhead.
And he wouldn’t trade the experience for anything.
