Page 10 of No More Lies

“Yeah, Angel, let it all out. All that hot wet juice you've been hanging onto for me.” Steve’s whispered dirty talk turned her on even more. Just when her body started to calm down, Steve spun her around again and lifted her up. Automatically, her legs wrapped around his waist. He moved them until her back was against the floor to ceiling window. He kissed her hard, rubbing his jean-clad cock against her. The friction was almost unbearable. Diane lowered her legs and looked into his eyes. Steve was nearly six feet and had a slimmer build than his teammates. At five foot seven and with her heels, they were almost eye to eye. She reached for his zipper and slipped her hand inside. A low moan rumbled in his throat. He quickly kicked off his boots and shoved his jeans and pants down, pushing them out of the way. She turned and braced herself against the window, offering him her ass. His hand came around to her front and rubbed her clit as he positioned his cock at her opening. Teasingly, he pushed just slightly in.

It was maddening. “Steve, please!”

He continued to tease, one hand rubbing her clit and the other pulling at her breasts. She couldn’t take it and pushed back into him, urging him deeper inside.

“Steve, I need you inside me. Deep inside me.” Her voice was husky with want. She didn’t care. The wave of another orgasm was beginning to build, and she bit her lip and closed her eyes as it grew stronger. When she was seconds from exploding, Steve thrust all the way in. She let out a scream when her orgasm crested with her husband buried deep inside her.

Not allowing her any time to recover, Steve withdrew, then he thrust into her again. She slammed back into him, meeting his thrusts and forcing him as deep as possible. Opening her eyes, she looked out the window to the twinkling lights of the city below. People going about their business oblivious to what was happening on the fifteenth floor. Steve continued to plunge over and over, deeper and deeper. God, her legs shook. He was going to make her come again. His hands moved to her hips, holding her in place as he pushed even harder.

“Yes, Steve, yes!”

For a third time, her body quivered, her head spun, and she groaned as her juices flowed out around her husband’s cock. Seconds later, he gave one final thrust and then stilled, pouring himself into her.

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Steve closed his eyes tight, letting the sensation sweep through him. Every time with Diane was hot as hell. Their chemistry was as strong as it had been the first time. He loved this woman so damn much. Fuck, this wasn’t how he had expected his visit to play out, but hell, he wasn't complaining. Leaning forward, he pressed himself against her back and nuzzled her neck.

“Mmmm, that was fucking amazing.” He felt her smile before he stood slowly and withdrew.

Pulling her into his arms, he kissed her tenderly. Maybe everything was going to be alright.

“Come home. It's Friday night. Megan can stay at your mom’s a little longer. We need to talk, Angel.” His hand stroked her auburn hair, the waves soft against his skin. Gazing into those beautiful brown eyes he frowned at the regret he saw there.

“What is it? Diane, talk to me.”

She pulled away, began getting dressed. “I can’t come home right now, I have too much to do.”

“Angel, please. I’ve missed you. Us. Haven’t you missed us, too? And I’m not talking about sex.”

“Sex has never been a problem with us.”

“Then what is? Talk to me. Is it something I’ve done? Tell me.” He picked up his jeans, getting dressed and trying to keep the frustration out of his voice.

“I need some time, Steve. Work is crazy, I’m tired, and I really cannot have this conversation right now.”

“When then? Next week? Next month? Ever?” His voice held an edge, but goddammit, he had to get through to her.