AllFreeNovel
Share Us
He smirks. "You like it a little rough, don't you, naughty girl?" He slaps me again.
"Yes," I hiss.
"That's why we're so fucking good together." He pulls my legs farther apart and lines himself up with my entrance. The anticipation while I wait for him is almost too much. Then he slams into me, pushing me forward on the chair. I grab hold of the side, and he grips my hips in his hands, holding me in place as he moves again, plunging into me so deep. So good, the way he fills me up. He moves in fast, deep thrusts, and I push back into him so our bodies slap together, the tension building again so quickly. I'm so close already. Then a buzzer sounds from somewhere else in the house. In my sex haze, it takes me a second to register that's what it is.
"Fuck, the dinner." He groans, disappointed. He pulls out and makes a run for the kitchen. I watch his fine ass as he leaves the room.
"Don't burn yourself," I call to him, laughing to myself at the bad timing of his dinner. I sit back on the chair and wait for him to return.
The sight of him walking back through the doors—rippling chest, tensed legs, chiseled jaw, and piercing eyes—but it's his cock I can't take my eyes off. Fuck, he's hung. No wonder sex with him is like no other.
"What are you looking at?" He grins cheekily. He knows how fucking good his body is.
"Just thinking that you're one lucky boy, so blessed with what Mother Nature gave you."
"I think it's you who's lucky, my dear." He strokes himself as he closes the gap between us, kneeling down on the chair. I part my legs, giving him access to my body again.
"What about the dinner?" I ask, not really caring much for food right now.
"It's better if it rests for a bit anyway," he says, slamming into me again.
"Fuck!" I cry. His lips cover mine, drowning out my call with a passionate kiss. I forget about anything else and just focus on what he's doing to me. Raising my hips to meet his violent thrusts. I want it all. Every pump fills me with pure satisfaction. The rhythm we're building together.
His kiss is rough, and paired with the way he's rolling his hips into me, it's pure perfection. I could stay like this all night.
He pulls back to look at me, his gaze so intense I can't stand it. Why does he have to look at me like that while we're doing this? Like he sees me, all of me. That's not what this is. So I let my eyes roll closed to block it out. I can't handle the way it makes me feel. So deeply emotional.
His lips return to mine, our tongues battling, as my body begins to tremble with the euphoria taking over. He calls out my name as I feel the telling jerk, and he fills me. His body collapsing onto the chair with me.
My heart races and my breathing is ragged. That was insane. Life-changing, even. No other will ever compete with what he can do to me. But it's the look in his eyes, the moment we just shared, that will stay with me. It was too intimate, too real. And I don't understand how it could be. This is just fucking between two people who share an attraction to each other, that's all. He said it himself. That's what tonight was supposed to be about, a chat to clarify what this is.
Now I'm more confused than ever. I wanted this to be simple, but something tells me that was the start of something we couldn't stop, even if we wanted to.
Chapter Twelve
Brad
We lie togetherwhile we regain our breath. That was… I don't even know what that was. But I know I want to do it again. I think I'm addicted to her. She's sassy and naughty and a total vixen in bed. If I lie here too long with her, I might never want to leave her side.
"Come on," I say, dragging her by the hands to stand with me. "Dinner awaits."
I pull my jeans and shirt on and wait for her to wriggle back into her skirt and tank. Then I take her hand and lead her to the kitchen where the lasagna that I pulled out of the oven earlier waits for us. I don't know why I feel the need to lead her everywhere with me, but I just can't keep my hands off her.
"Wow, this is what smelled so good earlier. I love Italian food. I can't believe you made this for me." She beams, excited. I didn't think she would be so easy to impress, but if a home-cooked meal is all it takes, then this is going to be easy.
"From scratch, and there's a salad as well," I brag, pulling the salad from the fridge as Andy searches the cupboards. "Top right for plates," I point her in the direction.
"Thanks." She takes out two large white plates, placing them on the counter for me.
I serve up the dinner and we carry our plates to the dining room. "Do you want something to drink? Wine?" I offer.
She shakes her head. "Nah, I try not to drink during the week. I find it way too hard to train if I do. I learned that one the hard way in college. I'll have a water, though."
I place her water on the table and take a seat across from her. She chugs the entire glass and grins at me. "This all looks so good. I still can't believe you made it for me, I'm so impressed." She takes a bite. "It's amazing. You can really cook. Lucky, cause I really can't." She scoops up another mouthful.
"Oh, really? Who does all the cooking at your place?"
"Mostly Jasmine, she's good in the kitchen. The rest of us try and help out when it's something simple. I don't eat a heap of full meals, normally just something easy like a salad and tuna or chicken."
