Yes, Mr President by Jean-Luc Cheri

Author:Jean-Luc Cheri [Cheri, Jean-Luc]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Jean-Luc Cheri
Published: 2013-01-29T05:00:00+00:00

We lay there talking for a long time, sharing secrets about ourselves as our bodies recovered. When I reached down and felt his hardness, I pushed him onto his back and moved down to take him into my mouth.

After a few minutes, I moved up over him, straddling his waist and taking him in my hand, guiding him to my entrance. We both groaned loudly as I slid tightly down over him, feeling his hard thickness stretching me once again.

I started out gently, resting my hands on his chest as my hips slowly rose and fell. His hands cupped my breasts as we watched each other’s pleasure grow. At the end, all gentleness was gone, as I slammed my hips down on him over and over, causing him to groan and lift his hips, shoving deep as he filled me with hot, urgent spurts, causing me to join him in ecstasy, clawing his skin with my fingernails as the storm of my climax raged within me.

We slept after that, spooned against each other with his arm around my waist and his warm breath in my hair. Sometime in the night I awoke to find us in the same position, but now his cock was inside of me, slowly stroking in and out as his hand reached down between my legs, rolling his finger over my clit. I came first, my orgasm a gentle series of comforting waves through my half-asleep brain. Then he followed, pressing tightly to me as he sucked on the skin of my neck, his body straining as his cock pulsed warmly inside me.

When I awoke in the morning, light filtered through the closed drapes, and it took me only a second to remember where I was. Scattered about the room on tables and shelves where half-burned candles in holders. There were also several vases of roses I hadn’t noticed last night. As my senses returned, I realized I couldn’t feel his touch on me, and I wondered if he had gotten up already.

I turned over, and smiled when I saw him lying next to me, his head propped on his hand as he watched me.

“Good morning, Sarah.”

“Good morning, Mr. President.”

He placed a finger on my lips. “Max.”

I smiled. “I’m not sure I can call you that.”

This caused him to smile also. “Try it.”

“Max,” I said, but the word sounded strange on my lips.

“Again.”

“Max.” I grinned.

“Use it in a sentence.”

I giggled. “Max, you were incredible last night.”

“You were too, Sarah.”

“You were right. You made it special for me.”

He kissed me and I melted into his embrace, and we made love again. Afterwards, we went down the hall to his bedroom and took a shower together. To my amazement, he got hard again, so I knelt on the floor of the shower stall and took him into my mouth, bobbing my head and caressing him with my lips and tongue until he filled me with his delicious cream.

I didn’t leave the White House until eight o’clock that evening.

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