He pulled out and slowly drove back past her lips. She tightened her grip by clenching her pelvis. He snorted. “You trying to tell me something, pretty girl?” He fucked her slowly, ignoring her silent request. He needed to move faster but he seemed intent on teasing her. She moaned uncontrollably.
“Faster.”
He clucked his tongue. “Uh-uh, wanna take you slow, make it last.”
He twisted her nipples each time he pulled out, squeezing them and releasing as he pounded into her. Only a foot of space stood between her and the wall. Her arms tensed as he slammed into her again. Her nails scraped his wall and for a brief second, she thought she might chip the paint.
His hands left her breasts, gliding back to her ass. He squeezed, digging his fingers into her skin. He slammed into her with deep strokes. She was close to her second orgasm when he completely lost control, fucking her furiously and roughly. It was like a sneak attack. She threw her head back and felt the tingling sensation garnish inside. She came so fastshe lost her breath. With one more deep thrust, he rooted himself inside her and grunted.
His chest collapsed against her back and she rushed forward, flattening into the wall. It was unexpected. She stumbled to the side. His strong arm wrapped around her stomach saving her from a fall. He settled on her with his chin resting on her shoulder. He was breathing heavily through his nose. So was she.
“You did it again,” he whispered, nestling his nose into her hair. The scent of vanilla wafted over him.
“Did what?” Her breath hitched.
“Had reality surpass my imagination.”
She giggled, resting her forehead against the wall. “You sweet talking me, Bogs?”
“I’m trying. Of course, I’m sure I’ll fuck it up when I tell you how much I can’t wait to feel your mouth on my cock.”
She laughed.
“Let’s get upstairs and I’ll show you my cuddling skills, I wasn’t lying about that. Give me a second to clean up.”
She leveled her footing, still a bit off balance from the orgasm. Her legs felt like jelly. She righted the cups of her bra and bent down, grabbing her dress. She was about to put it back on when he emerged from the kitchen
He stalked over grabbed the dress from her hand and tossed it on the floor. He gripped her hips, hiking her legs around his waist. She gasped.
“What are you doing?’
“Taking you to bed.” He walked up the stairs gripping her bare ass in his hands.
She chuckled. “What about my clothes?”
He growled. “You’re not gonna need them.”
ChapterEleven
Go away.
She rolled over at the obnoxious sound blaring in the dark room. Her mind could barely register where she was, or what time it might be. All she could hope was the sound blasting her eardrums would stop. She grabbed the pillow, folding it over her ears, and the loud unbearable music subsided.
“Thank you,” she whispered with her eyes closed. This had been the third time the ringtone sounded. She took a deep breath and reached over to his side of the bed.Bogs. Just the thought of him made her sleepy mind perk up. She slowly smiled as she patted the empty mattress in search of his warm body.
What the hell? She pried her eyes open to find herself alone. She sat up scanning the room and noticed the light glow from underneath the bathroom door. The phone blasted again and she leaned over seeing the one letter name on the screen. She scrambled out of bed and knocked on the door.
“Bogs, your phone is ringing.” She pressed her ear up against the door to hear the radio playing and she giggled when his voice sounded in the background. He was singing in the shower. There wasn’t much Bogs lacked but his singingability was definitely one. He sang off key and she had to cover her mouth from laughing.
She banged harder, calling out a bit louder. “Bogs, the phone.” He continued singing. She gripped the knob and stopped. Were they at the point she could barge in while he was showering? She glanced over her shoulder at the phone. It rang once more before stopping.
The decision was made for her. She gripped the t-shirt he’d worn last night off the edge of the bed and draped her body. It resembled more of a dress on her. It felt right too. She picked up clothes from the floor, tossing them into his hamper on the way out his door when the phone started up again.
Rushing over to the night stand, she realized it was the same caller. She gazed back to the door and then to the phone again.Why him? Why not someone else?She sighed and picked up the phone.
“Hello?”
“Who’s this?’ he barked.
