He looks like he wants to eat me whole, and I think I want to let him.
“Can I get a taste?”
I nod, grateful that the desire coursing through me might finally be sated.
He drops to his knees with a thud against the hardwood floor. His tongue is fucking me before I even have a chance to grip the sheets beneath me.
My hips buck up off the bed, but he puts a strong, demanding hand over them, holding me down. His other hand goes to myclit, rubbing circles on it, gaining just enough friction to catapult me over the edge.
He stands to his full height, ripping a condom open with his teeth and tossing the wrapper off to the side.
“I’m on birth control,” I whimper, because if I’m only going to get this once, I want nothing between us.
“I don’t take chances, but don’t worry. You’ll still feel every inch of me.” He winks at me.
For such a quiet, serious man, he sure talks a lot in the bedroom.
He throws my legs over his shoulders and then notches the tip of his cock in me and I gasp at the stretch. “I’ll go nice and slow for you.”
His thumb rubs circles over my clit while the other hand grips the top of my shin.
He slowly glides in and I see stars. Still sensitive from my last orgasm, this feels like too much. But knowing this will be the only time makes it feel like not enough.
He begins working me like we’ve been doing this forever. Something about him drags out levels of confidence I didn’t know existed. Maybe it’s the way he looks at me like I’m his salvation. He’s perfectly in tune with what my body wants. No shy, “I like it like this,” he just knows what I need. I’ve never felt so comfortable with someone in this intimate of a situation in my life. Our bodies work together in perfect tandem.
His cock thrusts in and out. “Told you that you’d be able to take it. You’re going to be thinking of me all day tomorrow.” He thrusts again, making my tits bounce with the impact.
He leans in, his lips right against my ear. “And when I think about it, I’ll make myself come to the thought of you.”
I shiver in response.
He groans, his hand flexing around my calf and he throws his head back. “Fuck, Aspen. You’re killing me.”
I'd answer, but I'm so dangerously close to coming that the only thing I can do is take in short, rapid breaths.
He pulls back, looking to where our bodies meet, and where he slides into me over and over. “Come on me, Aspen. Let me see you come all over my cock.”
Never in my life have I enjoyed being told what to do, but when Rhett does it, it’s not half bad. In fact, it drops me right into an orgasm.
“Yes, fuck.” His pace picks up and he follows shortly behind me before collapsing on my chest.
“I think you just ruined my life; only getting to do that once is cruel,” he mumbles.
“Well, we can bend the rules and make it just one night. How long you need?”
He picks up his head and looks at me. I can’t help but laugh at his expression.
“Twenty minutes, tops. Hope you weren’t planning on sleeping.”
Chapter 1
Aspen
The "last" time
“Seriously. We have to stop,” I say through heaving breaths, holding a flimsy white sheet to my chest.
This will absolutely not be the last time. It probably won’t even be the last time this week. Maybe even today.
