“So what?” I said, pulling her to me. “I like to make women happy.”
28
Brea
Mark bent down to kiss me. It was a hard kiss that promised more than what had happened in the office.
Terrible, terrible idea,I chastised myself as his hands roamed over my body. But as they went lower, the chant morphed intoThis is so freaking good! Gimme moar!
“I need to see you cum for me,” Mark whispered.
I needed to get away from him, to stop this from becoming more, and yet I couldn’t say what I needed to say.
His hand caressed my face then glided down my body. Even though I was fully clothed, his touch was strong and skilled enough to make me feel it nonetheless.
He caressed my breast, and my nipples perked up for him, tempting me strongly to strip to nothing and let him fuck me right there and then. I tried not to give in.I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t be letting him do this.But I wanted it.
I wanted his hands against my bare skin. I wanted him to touch more of me. Lower still his hand went, down to my waist, where the looseness of my top finally let him get that skin-to-skin touch that I had been craving more than wedding cake.
His grin was crooked as he pushed into my panties. I shared a long gaze with him.If I’m going to stop him, now is the time.
Shit, who am I kidding…five minutes ago was the time. Five days ago was the time. When I first met him was the time.
His fingers slid against my slit and felt my heat.
“Don’t act like you don’t want me. You’re dripping wet at the mere mention of me making you cum. You don’t even need to take your clothes off to get so damn horny for me. Just the mention of it and a hand is all it takes.”
Mark’s words rang too true and again filled me with a good deal of shame, and yet I wanted it. Breathing hard, I nodded approvingly. With permission granted, he slid his finger in, grazing my clit, the wonderful little shock bubbling through me. Deeper he went, going into my slit, tickling me down there.
One finger, two fingers…with just one hand, he was sending those blissful waves through me, sparking them up higher and stronger. I panted before him, not wanting to completely embarrass myself by begging him to fuck me but tempted to give in, to melt into him and moan for him.
I grabbed him tightly as he stroked those fingers into me, rubbing my clit with every pass, making me shudder. It wasn’t long before I gave him what he wanted.
I came for him, suddenly, powerfully. It was brief, but damn, it was good.I wish he had fucked me.
As the aftershocks of the orgasm washed away, the regret set in.
You were supposed to dump him, I scolded myself. But Mark wasn’t acting like someone who had any intention of being dumped. Hell, he wasn’t even acting like some guy who was in it for the hookup.
He was lightly kissing me. His pants were tented, but he wasn’t being too forceful, just content to kiss me and nuzzle my tits. Before I could fully convince myself to let him coax me into something more, furious knocking on the door interrupted us.
Mark sighed and shifted, holding me closer as Beowulf went berserk.
“Maybe they’ll leave,” he whispered in my ear.
“Mark!” an older man’s voice yelled. “I know you’re in there!”
“Fuck,” Mark muttered and stood up to head to the front door.
“I have a key from your mom. I’m coming in to do a wellness check.”
“I’ll get the door,” Mark barked as I scrambled to dress. An older man scooted into the living room as I was smoothing down my skirt.
“Well, I’ll be,” he exclaimed to Mark. “You’ve got a lady in here!”
“Granddad!” Mark exclaimed.
“Ida?” I said in confusion.
