It was impossible to take my eyes off her, enjoying every moment of the way her long eyelashes skimmed across her cheeks and the tight twist of her lips.
She finally threw her head back and pressed her hands against my chest, bucking hard against me.
My cock throbbed, swelling as she shifted up and down. Unable to help myself, I cupped her breasts, marveling at how perfect they felt in my hands. Her smile was slight, yet I could almost tell what she was thinking.
All her filthy thoughts were the same as mine.
I pinched one nipple, growling slightly when she moaned. The sound floated between us, perfect. Her buds were rock hard, so pink that my mouth watered to suck on them again. Everything about being with her was perfect.
The seconds ticked by turning into minutes and I could tell she was close to losing herself to another moment of sheer ecstasy.
Lifting my hips, I was able to pound into her, pushing her toward rapture. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head andas soon as the orgasm swept through her, I was rewarded with hearing my name dripping from her lush lips.
“Sasha. My God. Sasha.”
The need to be even deeper escalated and without hesitation, I flipped her over once again, yanking one leg up and over my shoulder.
Her laugh indicated surprise, but I could also tell she would remember I’d snatched back control. The bed rocked from my brutal strokes, driving deep inside her sweet pussy as her muscles clenched and released. For a little while, nothing and no one else mattered.
Just the two of us.
Every soft purr from her mouth echoed in my ears and barely seconds later, there was no chance of me holding back any longer.
As I erupted deep inside, every muscle tense like a piano wire, she gripped my arms. The feel of her fingertips pressing into my skin continued fueling the need for her.
Soon after, I collapsed over her, crushing my weight against her quivering body.
Together the harsh breathing was the only sound.
When I finally rolled over, giving her some air to breathe, it felt as if a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. How strange. How… incredible.
Lainey shifted until she had her arms on my chest, resting her chin as she peered at me. The warm feeling and heavy electricity shared between us had yet to dissipate.
I finally peered down at her while rubbing her arm. “Are you thirsty?”
“Mmm… I could drink something delicious.” I’d be damned if she didn’t wrap her fingers around my cock and her touch almost brought me back to life.
Leaning toward her, I pressed a kiss against her forehead. “Insatiable. I’ll be right back.”
“Do you mind if I search for a tee shirt to wear. I can’t go around naked the entire time I’m here.”
“I wouldn’t mind.” Laughing, I pointed to the double doors. “Every piece of clothing is in the closet. Help yourself.”
Another strange but enticing first. I was offering clothes to a woman tangled in my sheets. A part of me was excited to see what she’d choose.
Would the lovely superstar select one of my many starched dress shirts I had hanging side by side as my usual business uniform? Or would she go more rugged with a tee shirt carefully folded in the superbly crafted drawers highlighting the closet organizers I’d bought to make my life easier?
While I prided myself in staying organized, being perfunctory in making personal choices necessary when needing to corral a seven-year-old Ninja wannabe, I wasn’t perfect. Meaning I had a few rugby shirts that had yet to make it the laundry basket for my housekeeper to toss into the wash.
I jogged downstairs with a smile on my face. Every other time my daughter had been on a sleepover I’d worked late into the night. Being able to parade around my house naked was something else I hadn’t experienced before. Simple pleasures.
Heading into the living room and to the bar, my mind wandered to Damien and his Neanderthal actions. I’d known men like him my entire life. They thought their shit didn’t stink and that they were owed something.
One of my family members might need to keep me from doing something rash, something I’d thought to be in my past. Maybe I was the Neanderthal instead because all I could think about was crushing his skull for hurting my woman.
Laughing, I poured two fresh drinks. My woman. I’d called her a butterfly for several reasons, one of which being thatsomething so precious shouldn’t be captured, but allowed to roam free. Maybe by tomorrow morning life would return to normal.
Whatever that was exactly.
