“Supposed to?”
She cleared her throat. “I do hate you. Maybe just not as much as last week.”
I wanted her to hate me, right? Her anger an easier standard to bear than her love. I’d already met the benchmark of her anger. Her love needed to be earned. A lesson learned the hard way a long time ago.
I pulled her closer and released her hand to slide mine around her waist. Remembering the purpose of all this would be the hard part.
Our arrangement was for physical release, and payment for a life. It meant nothing else. Neither of us could afford to let it.
“Are you ready?” I asked, if only to keep myself from falling into memory.
She scanned my face, then opened my collar and top button. In answer, I hooked my thumbs over the edge of her yoga pants.
I should stop. I should stop. I should stop. But I didn’t have the control to end this right now.
I stooped down to pull her pants to her ankles. She kicked them off her feet as I stood up.
No words were necessary at this point. I picked her up, cupped the full globes of her ass, and planted her on my desk.
“Back here again,” she said, a soft chuckle followed. For the first time since our reunion, she sounded nervous.
I tugged her hands and planted them against my chest. “Touch me back.” I whispered.
She nodded slowly then she watched her own hands explore the shape of my pecs. She wanted more, but didn’t want to ask for it. Maybe it would signify she wanted me to.
I quickly removed my shirt and tossed it toward her discarded pants. She hesitated a moment, and then replaced her hands on my chest. Bare fingers on bare skin.
Her sharp inhale shot through me and I dragged her closer to me, her butt barely perched on the edge now.
I couldn’t stand it any longer. I grabbed her face between my palms and crashed my mouth down on hers. She captured my hands in her own, molding her palms and fingers to the shape of mine.
She tasted like dinner, and wine, and I wished this could sustain me. I sucked her tongue into my mouth until only the taste of her was left.
From somewhere, I caught the sound of a whimper. It jolted me away from her lips. I stared into her eyes as I so slowly trailed my hand over her jaw, down the arc of her neck, to the space between her breasts.
She curved into my hand and I continued until I held the soft heat of her pussy in my palm.
I cupped her like I owned her. And right now, this second, I did. Her eyes were closed, her lower lip clamped under her teeth. For me, she’d be anything, do anything.
I gently slid my fingers into her panties. She jerked against me as I let myself explore her short curls leading me down to the molten core I really wanted. I teased her with a finger, just a tiny taste of what I longed to give her. What I knew she loved.
“Do you want two fingers? How long has it been, can you handle it?”
She huffed. “Tease me all you like I’m not telling you anything.”
She opened her eyes and looked up at me now. “Are you going to tease me, or fuck me?”
I removed my hand and braced myself on either side of her hips so I could meet her eyes more easily. “That sounds an awful lot like a challenge.”
She raised her eyebrows and stared me down.
Never one to let a challenge like that pass, I jerked her off the desk. Her feet hit the floor with a thump and I didn’t give her time to process before I spun her around, dragged her panties down and planted a hand in the center of her back.
With the other hand, I opened my pants and pulled out my already near to bursting cock. She wriggled in front of me as I slid myself down the seam of her ass.
“Is this teasing, or fucking?” I asked as my cock met the slickness down lower.
She arched back and I shoved forward sheathing myself inside her hard and fast.
