“What if it’s a mess I want in my mouth?”
Steele chuckled.
“You and I are going to get along just fine,” he said. “But first, we need to fuck.”
Damn, Steele; hell, yes.I scooted back so I was further back on the bed, closed my eyes as he climbed up my body with kisses, and then opened when he was hovering over me but not inside me. I looked at him with something resembling awe—he was so damn hot. And that was no longer just a comment about his physical looks.
He’d fucking made me realize there was so much depth to him. He’d fought the law, and this time, he had won. He’d saved me right around the repair shop. I understood he may not have been great for Tara, but for me, this new and improved Steele was everything I could have ever wanted.
And now that I was making moves towards becoming my own woman and not just my father’s daughter, that feeling was only going to amplify in the coming weeks.
Steele slid inside me, and even with the orgasm just moments before, my eyes still bulged and my breath still hitched. He filled me plenty, not comically so but enough that I was going to have no issues having a second orgasm.
“Oh, Steele,” I said.
He pulled me in for a passionate kiss, and just like that, the two of us were at it.
We couldn’t contain ourselves to a single position. It was definitely a part of the physical pleasure, yes, but I think we just wanted to explore and learn what the other liked and didn’t like. Far from this being a mere release of tension, this was building to something greater, something where it would make sense for us to know more about the other.
I wound up straddling him for my second orgasm. My hands laid on his thick chest, he squeezed my breasts, and I ground my hips into him, shaking and moving until I brought myself to release. I collapsed onto him, kissing him once more, my hair making a sort of net where the two of us could look into each other’s eyes.
But that orgasm was like permission for Steele to take it to wherever he needed because mere moments later, he had me on all fours while he came in behind me. He inserted himself, grabbed my hips, and thrust as deep as I’d felt him go all night. I was left to be a quivering mess, mumbling his name and incapable of saying anything more.
The further hardening of his cock, as if like a flag gone from three-quarters mast to full, was the first hint that he was about to come. The second was less of a hint and more of a smack on the head—he said it as much.
I pushed him.
“Give it to me, Steele, come for me, baby,” I said in the most erotic, seductive voice I had. “I want you, baby. I need you.”
“Fu-uck!”
I could feel his cock twitching inside of me, unloading his seed into the condom. I relished having made him finish. I looked back and saw his eyes squinting and his face contorting as his orgasm progressed. God, what a hot look. God, how fucking amazing.
And when he finished, he pulled out slowly, walked to the bathroom without a word, used it and threw out the condom, and then came out and stared at me from the doorway. He looked the part of a naked model, looking at me with those fierce eyes.
“Well, hello, handsome,” I said, still lying there naked.
Steele chuckled, and for just the briefest of moments, I wondered if the silence meant something ominous. Was he about to tell me he realized he still had feelings for Tara? Was he—
But then he walked over with certainty, grabbed my face, and pulled me in for a gentle kiss.
“Hi there, beautiful,” he said. “What say you spend the night here?”
“But my car—”
“Is right outside a repair shop. Remember?”
I smirked. Yeah, that was pretty convenient, wasn’t it?
“Besides, perhaps it’s going too fast, but if there’s one thing I want to do with you, it’s show all of myself,” he said. “Including the part that wants to spend as much time with you as possible. Maybe that’s scary, but—”
I shushed him, putting a finger on his lip as he smiled.
“It’s not scary, it’s sweet,” I said. “Yes, I’ll spend the night.”
Steele beamed, kissed me, and got up to shut the lights off. It wasn’t even that late in the evening, but there wasn’t anything else or anyone else that needed my attention or time. I’d found the man that understood me, and I would make every effort to understand him.
“Just make sure you shower if we go out. I can’t have you smelling like oil.”
I laughed as Steele shoved me under the blankets and then pulled me in for some more kisses.
Yeah, we were going to be around for a while.
And to take a page from Steele’s book, that was something I could say with complete confidence and certainty.
We were going to last.
