The tight hot grip of her. A tremble began somewhere in myknees.
No.
I closed my eyes, blocking out the sight of her lost in pleasure to recall the bar’s top shelf liquor bottles in a line: Ciroc, Grey Goose,Bulleit.
Once I gained control, I stared down at her, my hands clutching her hips tight, and I didn’t even realize. Her head thrown back, hair awash around her face. She sucked hard on her bottom lip, and her fists were tangled in the messed upcovers.
I pulled out of her body with reluctance, only doing so because I wanted it as good for her. I pushed back in, bracing against the white-hot pleasure, and out, timing each movement with her panting sighs and glorious moans. The soft wet heat of her gripped me in liquid warmth like I never knew Ineeded.
After a minute or two, she let out a frustrated pant. “Stop fucking playing games, and fuckme.”
I trailed my hand up her belly, past a cluster of pale scars above her belly button, to cup a soft breast. Not much bigger than my palm, but I didn’t mind. Her body folded in for me at the shoulders, offering itself to my touch. I plucked one puckered pink nipple before returning to her pussy and thumbing herclit.
Her exhale pushed out hard and fast. When she sucked in another breath, my fragile controlfractured.
I jerked the pillow away—the crash of glass somewhere signified it landed—and shifted forward so we lay flat, her knees up around my hips. I could look into her hazel eyes now and see every single thing she tried tohide.
“Is this what you want?” I whisper an inch away from her lips, wet, shiny, inviting. I thrust in and surged forward, hard and brutal. It had to hurt her, but she didn’t showit.
Her eyes fluttered closed, and her small hands scratched at my shoulder blades. All I could do was watch her, until the first pull of her orgasm struck me. Her pussy clutched tight around my cock, and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. I kept my lips close to hers, reveling as each of her exhales mingled withmine.
Instead of trying to hold off, I changed the angle to rub my cock up across her clit. Then I took up a furious pace. Hard and fast and hateful. Skin slapping against skin, and the harsh pants she pushed out with each thrust were the only sounds in theroom.
I held out until she finished. Her body’s grip on me softened only slightly, and then I let loose, pounding into the woman I’d secretly loved for a decade and unleashing my own orgasm a few seconds later. As I drifted down, floating, the room came back into focus, the woman in my arms, the slow, lazy heat of my skin from theexertion.
Damn.I wished we’d done this sooner. Stopped fighting and started fucking a long timeago.
She trailed her fingers down my shoulders, and I witnessed how her face changed and softened. It hurt in my chest to see. How long had I wanted her to look at me like that? All it took was some booze, a panic attack, and an angry screw. We were the oddmatch.
I shifted off her hips and slipped out of her reluctantly. It took so much discipline not to go back and start all over again. Instead, I grabbed a warm rag, cleaned myself up, and then got one for her too. She’d rolled on her side while I went to the bathroom, and the beautiful curve of her waist and hips and thighs struck me dumb in thedoorway.
“What?” she asked, warily lifting her head from her outstretchedarm.
I shook my head and brought the cloth for her. I didn’t ask permission. She would have said no anyway, so I parted her thighs and pressed the hot cloth to her likely sore body, and she let out a groan.Unexpected.
Once I’d cleaned her up, I tossed the rag away and climbed up on the bed behind her. Every decision I made felt like a death risk. Like any second, she’d turn back on the attack mode, and I’d have to flee for mylife.
I took the chance and slid up behind her body, spooning her against me. She didn’t protest, only jerked the covers up over us and let out a long sigh. Time passed, and I began to drift in andout.
“Murphy.” Her voice brought meback.
“Mm…” Imanaged.
“That was really nice of you. And if you ever tell anyone it happened, I will castrateyou.”
I let out a chuckle, eyes still closed. “Good luck, Little Girl. I’m rather attached to these parts, and by the way you were moaning, you’re rather fond of themtoo.”
Then nothing until a beam of light broke across my face and dragged me from a deadsleep.
I reached out for Mara first, but the bed lay empty beside me. My heart sank with the knowledge. I’d gotten her for one night, and all it did was make me want hermore.
I shifted off the bed and dressed quickly. The room smelled like her, and I neededout.
Now.
Before I opened the door, I spotted a piece of paper on top of a $5bill.
The paper read:Here’s your tip. Thanks formine.
Underneath the words, she had scrawled an email address. Hers, I assumed. Was it an invitation? Or like a contact in case ofemergencies?
I made it to the bar next door, still staring at the paper in my hand all the way across the icy parking lot. Once I got to the back door, another piece of paper, this one taped, fluttered in the cold morning wind. I jerked it off and stared down at Mara’s perfectscript.
Because I know you, that email address is for you to use. And I don’t consider any dick pics from youunsolicited.M
