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"Fuck you so hard," he whispers, and as the orgasm rips through me again, I think I hear him whisper that he loves me.
What the fuck?
What the actual fuck?
But my suspicion subsides as he slams into me again and again, my whole world shaking.
"Johnny," I moan. "Oh, fuck."
"Stroke your clit for me," he says, and I obey, even though I can barely move my fingers. He pulls out of me again and I cry out. "Say you're mine, fucking say it."
"I'm yours, Johnny," I whisper.
"I've been thinking about you all week," he says, and slams into me again.
"Oh god," I moan. "Fuck, fuck, yes."
The orgasm tears through me again, my body shaking with the force of it. I want to stop, I want to rest. But he keeps thrusting into me, over and over, harder and faster, harder and faster. I can barely breathe, I can barely even think.
"Say it one more time," he says. "Say you're mine."
"I'm yours," I gasp. I don't know if it's true. I don't care.
He shudders, then, and spends himself inside me, skin to skin.
We collapse onto the bed, his body heavy on mine, his cock still a little hard inside me. I'm breathing hard, my heart beating so fast that I can't catch my breath.
He pulls out of me, and I feel empty without him there. He kisses me again, his hands in my hair. "I'm gonna take a shower," he says. "You want me to get you something to drink? Or care to join me?"
"I think...I think I just need a second to catch my breath," I say.
He laughs, and then he's gone. I hear the water running in the bathroom. I stretch out on the bed, my limbs aching with the aftershocks of the best sex I've ever had in my life.
I need to get my shit together.
I need to focus on my story
I get up and walk to the bathroom door. I lean against the door, watching him shower, the water spraying down on him as he soaps up. I bite my lip, watching the droplets run down his muscles.
"I'd better go," I tell him. "I don't want to worry Jake and Sarah."
He lets the water spray down on him, his back to me. "It's late," he says. "You should stay."
His voice is serious, almost pained, and it makes my heart flutter. I thought this was just dirty, raw sex...but now I'm not so sure. I think he's going to push past the boundaries of our arrangement.
And if he does...I won't be able to write this story. I'll lose my job.
"This was a mistake," I say quietly.
"No," he says. "It wasn't. It'snot."
He turns off the water, and he steps out of the shower. He wraps a towel around his waist, and my mouth waters as I take in the sight of his perfect body, dripping water onto the floor.
He steps toward me, and suddenly I'm nervous. "I really have to go," I say, looking around for my clothes. Shit; they're downstairs, and I'm naked in Johnny Playfair's bedroom, and I don't know if I'll ever escape.
"I've never met anyone like you," he says, coming forward and taking my face in his hands. "I've never met a woman who can get me to lose control. You challenge me."
He's standing in front of me, dripping water with a towel around his waist. I swallow hard. I don't know what to say to that.
