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“I never bet.” I slide a finger into her and she’s still so wet. Hot and tight, I feel her pussy squeeze my finger. Then I lift her legs, folding them up so she’s spread open for me. There’s no more room for foreplay. Fitting myself right against her slit, I slide in to the hilt in one smooth motion. Vera gasps, and I stop, letting her adjust to my size. The angle lets me far deeper into her pussy than yesterday, and I plan on using every inch. The feral, manly part of me loves that I have to let her adjust to me. It loves that I’m probably the biggest she’s ever had.
I move my hips, testing, and hers respond in kind. I lift out of her slowly before slamming in deep. Then I go hard. The pace I set is wild and fierce, plunging inside of her over and over. Her eyes are closed and her mouth is open and I can see her breath coming in gasps. My balls are slapping against her and I love that sound—god she feels so good. Her pussy contracts, squeezing me tight, and I stop thinking. I fuck.
I’m leaning over her now and our faces are together and we’re gasping the same air and I can’t slow down. Reaching down between us, I find her clit and pinch, my fingers sliding across it because she’s so wet. Her eyes fly open and her muscles jerk and I see the moment she comes. Her arms tighten around me, holding onto me as an anchor as she shudders uncontrollably and her pussy spasms, drenching my cock with her cum.
I feel my own orgasm coming, and I spread her legs wider as I speed up. I’m slamming into her at full force and she takes all of me. The feeling hits me all at once, covering my whole body as I thrust into her and hold, my cock exploding with pleasure. It pulses through me, and I let my head fall onto her chest. She’s breathing just as hard as I am. I lick her nipple, and I hear her moan.
“Satisfied?” I manage to ask, my breath heaving.
“More than.”
I pull out of her, letting her legs down. I clean myself up before returning to the bed and letting myself down next to her. We lay together, both limp and gasping. I slip my arm around her waist and pull her close, breathing her in. I place my lips against her ear close enough that she’ll feel my breath. “You’re addicting,” I say.
“I know,” she says, and I laugh. She does too, her eyes crinkling. “You are too.”
We breathe in silence for a while. I draw tiny patterns on her skin and she closes her eyes.
“If we’re going to figure this out,” I say, “then it can’t be just this.”
Vera turns toward me, and there’s a mask of pretend devastation on her face. “You mean we can’t just continue to have amazing and shallow sex?”
It makes me laugh. I thread my fingers through her hair and pull her against me, sweeping my tongue across her lips before I kiss her. “We are not going to stop having amazing shallow sex,” I say. “I still haven’t kept my promise to make you scream my name. I will take you anywhere you let me,” I go on, pulling us closer together so she feels my body against hers, “I want to go to your garden and spread you open, fucking you on the grass. I want you to ride me until I’m soaked with you. I want to bring you to the edge as many times as I can before you come so that you have the best orgasm of your life.”
I feel her heart rate speed up against my chest and I watch the possibilities of what I’m saying form behind her eyes. I continue, “And when I finally get you into my bed, the things I’m going to do to you…”
She shivers, and not from the cold.
“But I have every intention of taking you somewhere we don’t have to hide. Where we can get to know each other, and neither of us are afraid of getting caught or the consequences.”
A smile blooms on her face. “Are you asking me on a date?”
“I am. Because I know almost nothing about you other than that you like to design houses and I can’t get enough of the way you taste.”
Something about the way her face flushes with embarrassment makes my dick twitch, and I want to flip her over and show her just how much I mean it. But I need to show her that I want more than that.
She says, “Well, I don’t know anything about you other than that I can’t stop thinking about you.” She’s silent for a moment. “You know more about me than I do about you. I haven’t even asked. I could have when we were working together yesterday and I didn’t. Guess that was pretty thoughtless.”
“That you didn’t ask for my life story?” I laugh softly. “So you didn’t predict that this would happen. Besides, that’s what first dates are for, right?”
Her fingers slide between us, down my stomach. I catch her hand because if she goes any lower my body is going to realize that the night is barely half over.
“So, when?” I ask.
“I have an interview on Thursday. I need tomorrow to prepare.”
“Friday it is,” I say. “Any food you hate?”
She shakes her head. “No, but I am partial to Italian.”
“I’ll let you know where.” I have the perfect place in mind, but maybe I can think of something else special before everything is set in stone.
“Okay.”
We breathe in silence again, and I feel Vera’s body relax further. Her eyes are closed, her lips parted. If she’s not asleep then she’s almost there. It’s time for me to go, so I slowly untangle myself from her body, and cover her with as much of the blanket as I can without disturbing her. I find my clothes and put them on.
Shit. How am I going to get out of here? If Vera’s that concerned about her family then walking out the front door isn’t the best idea I’ve had. I lean over her and press a kiss to her lips. It works, her body stirring under me. “I need to go, Vera.”
Her voice is heavy with sleep. “Why?”
“Because,” I say, laughing. “I need a shower, and I need to put my clothes on so I can come back. But
how can I leave?”
She points to the window.
“Alarm?” I ask.
“I’m an architect’s daughter—disconnected that years ago.” She closes her eyes again and snuggles down in her pillow. “But I can’t believe you’re sneaking out the window.”
I kiss her one last time. “Yeah, I’m a big cliché.”
It’s not a lie, the poor guy falling for the rich girl. And I can’t say that I’m not nervous. This could all go very wrong very quickly.
The rational part of me tells me that I should shut up and enjoy the amazing sex as long as I can, damn the consequences. But for some reason this feels bigger than that. I don’t want to limit it to just sex, because I like what I see beyond that. And it’s something that hasn’t happened in a long time.
Using the tree outside her window, I manage to get out of the house. I do feel like a teenager and a total cliché, but it’s worth it.
I hope it will be worth it.
I slip off into the dark and head for home.
10
Vera
I wake up to an unexpected breeze on my face. My window is open from when James left through it last night. Just the thought makes me laugh stupidly. I have an interview tomorrow, and…I also have a date. I smile into my pillow, embarrassed by how happy both of those things make me feel. Especially the second one as it seeps through my skin like the sunshine and settles in my stomach.
I have today to prepare my portfolio for my interview with The Harrison Foundation. It’s in good shape, but I want it to be perfect. I would love to finish up the design for the ELIH house to show them. But first, my stomach is growling.
Grabbing breakfast is easy, and I catch myself looking for James out the patio doors more than once. But I don’t see him. He’s spent the last two days close to the house so he’s probably working on the farther edges of our property.
