“Please, August,” she breathes out, her hands running up and down my back. Pulling me closer to her, like she can’t get enough of me in this moment. I know exactly how she feels.
“I don’t plan on making you beg tonight, Hen,” I say as I release her nipple. I don’t bother to tell her that I hope she comes back here many times. I slowly side my briefs down my legs, tossing them on the floor. I climb over her to the bedside table and pull a condom from the drawer. I hate how natural the move is for me. I dismiss the thoughts because this isn’t just any random bar hookup. This is Hendrix.
I lay back beside her, tearing at the wrapper with my teeth, before rolling it down my length. “I’m going to ask you one more time.”
“I want you, August. I may be drunk but I’m saying yes.”
I nod, grinning at her. “Just making sure.”
I cover my body with hers, leaning in kissing her full, swollen lips. Reaching between us, I line myself up with her and slowly guide my cock into her deliciously wet folds. It’s like a feeling of coming home when I’m fully buried to the hilt.
“Fuck,” I moan out before sliding in and out of her.
There are no sounds in the room other than our moans and the sounds of skin slapping together. I move swiftly in and out of her, the way she always liked. Hendrix and I were never about soft lovemaking. It was always fast and furious with us. And tonight is no exception.
I kiss down her neck and push her breasts together so that I can kiss both of her nipples while driving her into the bed. Her wild chocolate eyes are locked on mine.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I say, coming back up to her neck and nibbling on her ear. “Fuck, you are so amazing,” I croon inher ear while she falls apart for a second time tonight. “That’s it, baby, come for me.”
“Fucking god, you feel so fucking good,” she moans out.
“Just like old times,” I tease her, slamming into her a little harder this time. Her hips are meeting my hard thrusts. The fire in her eyes tells me that she wants this and most likely hasn’t fucked so hard in a long time. “Should I flip you over?”
“Yes, please,” she moans out.
I waste no time, sliding out of her and slowly rolling her so that she is on her stomach. My body covers hers and I slip back in. My cock is buried to the hilt every time I slam into her. I move my hands up so that I’m cupping her breasts, using them as leverage to drive harder in and out of her.
Hendrix’s moans are turning into screams of pleasure as I feel my own orgasm approaching and she’s about to come for a third time tonight.
“Give it to me,” I grit out into her ear.
“Fuck, yes,” she breathes out.
I lean in and kiss her lips as we both still, reveling in the pleasure of the hard release.
“You are still so amazing,” she whispers, looking at me over her shoulder.
“I never thought I’d hear you say those words again,” I say, slowly sliding out and disposing of the condom.
“Me neither, but here we are,” she says as I gather her in my arms and pull her to me so that she’s on my chest.
“Yes, here we are,” I reply, kissing the top of her head.
Sleep finds her quickly. But I don’t sleep quite yet. I just lie there and watch this perfect woman rest in my arms, hoping that she doesn’t have any regrets when the morning comes.
Chapter Seven
~HENDRIX~
The morning light peeks in through his windows. I feel the warmth of his body lying beside me. The sheets are tangled around me. His arm is draped across my waist, heavy with sleep and memories of when we used to wake up just like this.
I stare at the ceiling.This was a mistake.
I have no idea what made it so easy for him to take me home with him. The alcohol, the memories or was I just really that lonely last night? Carefully, I slide out from under his arm. My feet find the cold floor. My clothes are scattered—T-shirt, joggers, bra and panties all haphazardly tossed about the room. I vaguely remember dropping my bag in the living room, where I’ll find my phone and keys.
I dress in silence, hoping that he doesn’t wake up. I am almost free, but just as I reach for the door, I hear him stir behind me.
“Hen,” he says, his voice rough with sleep.
