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It’s my turn to laugh. ‘Does that make me Darcy?’
‘Ooh, I’m impressed.’ She runs my cock down the seam of her hot, wet pussy as she coos with approval. ‘A man who knows his literature too.’
My fingers bite into her thighs as I tremble with the need building. ‘Am I breaking free of the mould now?’
‘Perhaps.’ She runs her thumb over the slit at the head of my cock, now damp with her need as well as my own, and considers me. ‘So how long has it been? Weeks, months...’
‘Years, try years.’
Her eyes narrow, looking for a lie that doesn’t exist, but her hand still moves over me, long and slow, as my thighs continue to tremble between hers.
I wait for her to refute my confession, wait for her to laugh, or to tease, anything but the softening of her eyes. And then I fear the question that I sense coming:Why?
‘It’s okay.’ She’s still searching my gaze, her hand caressing. ‘We’ll take it slow.’
Her whispered words clutch around my heart as she kisses me and I close my eyes. They’re not dirty, playful. They’re considerate, caring.Fuck.
She’s my client and I knew this wouldn’t be easy, it wouldn’t be straightforward, our pasts forcing us on a path to collision that I’m not sure I’m ready to meet. Do I want her to know I’ve been there? Experienced the same loss as her. That the reason I haven’t had sex in so long stems from the same.I don’t know.But this is messy, oh, so messy.
I kiss her harder, hold her tighter to me, open my eyes and lose myself in her heavy-lidded gaze, grateful that she doesn’t probe when I know the question is still there.
She squeezes my cock and I buck as a fresh wave of heat surges south.
‘This is you taking it slow?’ I grind out.
She gives a coy shrug. ‘Slowish.’
She’s never looked more beautiful, more irresistible and I’m past caring of my performance now, too wrapped up in how she looks, how she feels. I palm her breast, roll my thumb over its stiffened peak. Listen to the whimpers trapped low in her throat. I do it more. I do it to both, concentrate on the intoxicating way she rolls her head back, bites into her lip.
I could come like this alone, feasting on her uninhibited response to my touch. I wish she was in the dress from the club, the dress with the low back that I could pull down now and gain access to her beneath the fabric, but this dress has her covered to the hip and...
‘Let me...’ She takes the condom from me, tears it open as my hands fall to her hips, gripping tight. She tosses the packet onto her empty seat and pumps my cock, once, twice.
‘You ready?’
‘What do you think?’
Her smile is to die for as she lowers the latex to my tip, rolls it over me in the most sensuous, the most evocative way possible and then her mouth is on mine, feasting on me as she rises up and positions me between her legs, pumps me with her hand before she sinks over me. Surrounding my entirety with her tight, slick heat.
My head rolls back, the pleasure unreal, and then she’s riding me, fierce, hard. Her hands tug on my hair and the headrest, pulling me to her, her mouth as crazy as her movements. She whimpers into my mouth, pumping me harder, faster with her body, too fast, too tight and the pleasure-filled tension is ripping through my body, pulling it taut as she continues to ride, unrelenting, urgent.
‘Olivia!’ I cry out in some kind of warning, some kind of helplessness and I’m gone, tipped over the edge, pulsing into her again and again and again. She breaks away, stares into my eyes as her climax claims her too, and we’re locked in that look, that feeling, our bodies losing their all in the most intense orgasm I can ever remember.
She slows above me, rides me softly and then her fingers circle against my scalp, massaging as her eyes stay locked on mine.
‘Come in with me?’
Come in with...? I look up at her dumbly.
‘The night’s still young.’ She rolls her hips over me, keeps massaging my cock, her fingers still working their magic in my hair. ‘And this is fun.’
She lowers a hand to my cheek and her attention shifts, her eyes and fingers lifting to my scarred brow. She traces the line with her fingertips and the air catches in my lungs, my heart stutters. I don’t want that memory now, here with her like this. And the more time we spend together, the closer I come to revealing it all, to opening up and exposing a side I’ve kept well-hidden all this time.
‘Okay.’ I kiss her to distract her. Kiss her to forget. Her eyes widen just enough to let me know she’s surprised and then she smiles and hell, if that look doesn’t gut me, so genuinely pleased as it is.
‘Great.’
She lifts herself off my lap and slides back into the passenger side, shimmying her dress back down her thighs.
