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"You are saying he will not try to talk you out of doing this?"
"He will try, but the decision is mine."
"I am just making sure." He took several sips of the drink and decided it was not so bad. He was accustomed to a smoother blend, but it went down easy enough. "Where is this Tom person?"
"I suppose he is home by now."
He started to ask her something more personal but recalled that he had stressed that they would not be having a conversation. That he wanted to talk was somewhat disturbing to him. "Shall we?"
"Of course." Finishing the wine, she slid off the stool and led the way out of the kitchen and up the stairs. "This is me." Pushing the door open, she led them into a large bedroom done up cool green and teal blue.
Instead of carpet, the floor was a dull polished wood with blue and green throw rugs by the bed, at the tan leather sofa, and in front of the fireplace.
The bed was in the middle of the large room and was neatly made up with a colorful quilt. Mounds of pillows were stacked against the cream-padded headboard. Standing by the sofa, he watched as she swept the pillows onto the floor. "Make yourself comfortable. I am just going to change."
She left him and went into the bathroom. He was used to calling the shots and was slightly unnerved. First, he had been thrown off by seeing her brother with her and had felt the frisson of emotions when the man all but told him to have a care with her. The feeling had intensified when he kissed her on the mouth.
Now, they were in her bedroom, and she did not seem the least bit put out by the clinical way they were going about things. In his vast experience, the women he had been with had tried various ways to change his mind. But the slender beauty he had hooked up with appears to be going with the flow.
Unless it was a new strategy, he was down to his underwear when she came back in, and he felt the breath strangling inside his chest as he stared at her. She had changed into what he could only term a ripe raspberry-colored silk nightgown with only tiny strings holding the flimsy material together, and she was completely naked under it.
"Ready when you are." Her cavalier attitude annoyed him for some reason. He watched as she picked up a couple of pillows and stacked them behind her head as she waited for him.
"You appear to be quite at ease with the arrangement." There was an edge to his voice as he joined her after shucking the underwear.
"I thought that was what you wanted." She gave him a surprised look. "No strings attached, no conversation, just something physical. Right?"
"Right." Tugging at the string, he felt his own body heating up. "So, let's get on with it."
He was punishing her for bringing out the confusing emotions inside him, and he brought out all of his expertise to play. Within minutes, he had her writhing beneath his very clever hands and mouth as he used both to destroy her equilibrium. "Please." She gasped when he pressed his lips against her swollen flesh.
Ignoring her, he nibbled and kissed before using his tongue to stroke her lightly. He had not intended to go that far - he was not against oral sex, but he figured it was too intimate for just a physical relationship.
After he’d discovered his wife had been opening her legs to anyone with a cock, he had been turned off from the act and had halted it whenever it was being introduced.
But tonight, he was just pissed off enough with the woman quivering beneath him to ignore the rules. Moving up, he quickly coated the thin rubber over his throbbing erection and slid into her already wet warmth.
He had to breathe as she wrapped around him like a glove. He had to take a minute to compose himself and try desperately to quiet his rioting heart. His head bent toward her, and he kissed her lips, which sapped them both of strength. Her arms came around him, fingers digging into his back and shoulders.
His muscles flexed and leaped as he drove into her.
At some point during his destroying her peace of mind, the acceptance of this just being a physical relationship had been banished. What Angeline had said was pure drivel. She was drawn to this cold and seemingly unfeeling man and was not satisfied with the physical.
For the first time in her thirty-two years, she wanted more - she wanted him with a startling intensity. With that in mind, she shoved at him, surprising him enough for him to end the kiss.
"What-"
"It's my turn." Pushing him back, she straddled him, managing to stay in position. She bent her legs at the knees, her hands splayed over his chest, tangling with the hairs there and edging to the nipples. She watched as he went rigid, muscles quivering when she twirled the bud between her fingers.
"What- Damn you!" he lifted his hips as she bent her head and took the nipple between her teeth. His hands clamped on her hips, intending to reverse the position of power, but she had already destroyed his senses.
His fingers dug into her flesh as she used her tongue to send molten flames flooding him. She rode him slowly, rocking her pelvis, rotating her hips in a slow and sweet rhythm that had him losing control.
With a feral growl coming deep inside his throat, he drove into her, his body a mass of thick and intense desire. He wanted to devour her. One hand lifted to grip her hair, dragging her face to his. He stared at her for a few seconds before kissing her lips ferociously. But Delores did not have any of that.
Clamping her hands around his face, she gentled the kiss, slowly riding him, rocking against him until he was forced to do the same. His heart was pounding inside his chest, and he could feel the walls he had built up around his heart and soul diminishing. He was kissing her back with a gentleness that was foreign to him.
His hands wandered down her back as he rocked against her, wanting desperately to keep the flow, that exact flow. When she came, he swallowed her cries, hands banding around her waist.
