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“Never.” He narrows his eyes at me, grabs my hip in one strong hand to tilt me to the side, and brings his other hand down on my ass in a hard spank.
Fire and pain blast across my skin. “Ow!”
“Don’t for a second make the mistake of thinking you’re the one in control.” He holds my gaze for a beat, making sure I hear and accept his words. Just in case I don’t—which of course I do, having been on the receiving end of those green eyes of his, burning into mine as he said them—he slaps my ass one more time, same spot, leaving me sucking in a breath between my clenched teeth.
Then he finds my opening with the slick head of his cock and with one hard thrust, he pushes himself inside of me. Both hands on my hips now, he pulls me down, hard, sliding me further down the bed, thrusting deeper inside me as he does.
I let out a moan, finally getting the friction and fulfillment I’ve craved for so long. How many days has it been since he was inside me? He pummels me again and it feels so good I can’t even think, much less count. My mind goes blank save for one thought—I can’t believe how quickly the second climax is building in my body.
I blame it on the long days of need, I blame it on him for making me crave him. Sometimes, just seeing him waiting there for me by the table, so handsome in his suit jacket, would make my pussy pulse with desire, dampening whatever silk panties I had on that night. If I was wearing any. I blame my craving on his teasing ways, making me orgasm without offering me his cock. Each time he’s brought me to climax has only left my body weak and wanting more.
My pussy tightens, demanding more from him now. My muscles clamp down around him. The tight squeeze I give him—a little surprise hug for his cock—has his eyelids flying open, his eyes locking on mine.
“My God, woman.” He gives a deep moan. “Your pussy is fucking magical.” He pulls back, thrusting in again, repeating the movement over and over till I’m breathless. “You’re so tight. So warm. So wet. I’ve never felt anything this good before you. I’ve been craving this feeling ever since the first time I took you on the jet.”
“You waited long enough.” I don’t tell him I feel the same, that I’ve wanted to beg him every day for this moment.
I grab his shoulders, digging my fingernails into his shirt-covered shoulders. An animal-like sound rises from me as he lifts my legs. I thought he was buried as far as he could go but now, as he angles me just so, folds me in half, I give a whine as he fills me up, plunging so deeply I feel it in the back of my throat.
My entire world tips on its side. I’m spiraling down into a white blaze of pleasure. I can’t hold on much longer. I lock down on him, wanting all of him, every inch. He dips his hands under me, scooping me up behind my back, lifting me up from the bed.
He turns around, sinking down onto the bed, pulling me onto his lap.
I wrap my legs around his waist, my arms around his neck. My tumbling curls fall over my face as I cling to him. He tucks a stray curl behind my ear, staring at my face. “You’re fucking gorgeous. You know that?”
I don’t answer. It’s not that I don’t believe him. Quite the opposite. I’m stunned by the truth. The man seems to think I’m the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen.
He kisses my neck, runs his hand through my hair, tugging. He rocks into me, and I rock back against him, our bodies made to come together like this. My guttural whine returns, the sound captured when he closes his mouth on mine, so I kiss him back, warm sensations traveling though my body, heat waves ricocheting over me. My body shudders and shakes as I hold onto him, rocking against him, even as I grow faint with my climax.
He gives a deep moan, pulling my hair, kissing down my throat, biting the base of my neck as he grips me, holding me tighter, like I’m his whole world in this moment. I feel his cock pulsating inside me, my muscles binding around him. Hot cum fills me as he holds me, moaning into my hair.
“You’re incredible,” he says.
I say nothing, letting the last few waves of pleasure warm my body. I hold my tongue and keep my words in.
The only thing I’d be saying to him would be goodbye.
eighteen
Damian
Still fully dressed, my clothing wrinkled, I lie on the bed, staring at the ceiling above me. I couldn’t stop myself. I didn’t want to. All I could focus on were those lips of hers, sassing me. I couldn’t even hear the words coming out of them anymore. I needed to taste them. All I could do was bend down and kiss her.
I wonder what she’s doing now. I picture her, perfectly at home amongst my sheets and pillows, sleeping like an angel. I need to see her. One more glimpse of her in my house, in her room, until tomorrow when we leave here.
Quiet, not wanting to wake her, I carefully make my way up the stairs. I open the door. It’s dark. What I can see of the bed is just a pile of empty blankets. “Lindy?”
I step inside. Scan the room. I don’t see her. I feel a slight breeze. That’s when I see it. The large sliding door that leads out to the balcony. It’s slightly ajar. Just a crack, but enough to tell me where she is.
I run across the room. Grab the handle to the door. Throw it open, the night air cool on my face. “Lindy!”
Where is she?
There—to the right—a small figure dressed in all black, halfway over the railing of the balcony. My heart lunges into my throat. My God—she could fall!
I keep my voice low, not wanting to startle her. “What the hell are you doing?”
She looks up, terror in her eyes.
