He settled on the chaise and she positioned herself atop him.She kissed him, letting her fingertips trace along his face and up through his hair.If this time was to be their last—and she had no way of knowing whether it would be—she wanted to enjoy him.Savor him.
She reached down to the placket of his trousers and undid it.His smalls were wet from his spend at the table before, and he flinched when she made contact.
“I am—sorry.”
She laughed.“Sorry for the mess I created?”
He grunted.“I should have had more self-control.”
“But I didn’t want you to.”
“It is very hard to withstand you.”
“Then don’t.”
She removed his cock from his trousers, allowing herself the liberty of palming it.She wanted to explore him, if only for a moment, and he let her.His little intakes of breath when she discovered a particularly sensitive place or angle had her pulsing with want soon enough.Pleasing him made her almost vertiginous with desire, it turned out.She had never experienced something that she liked so much as making him gasp and swear with pleasure.
Eventually, he reached downward and caught her wrist.“If you don’t stop, you won’t get to have me—properly—as you say.”
As much as it would delight her to make him spend again from stroking him alone, she did want to feel him inside her.And she knew exactly how she wanted to do it.
She stood and he looked perplexed.
“Scarlett—”
“Shh, I have a plan.”
She straddled him, her knees fitting easily on either side of him on the sizable chaise.
“Dear God.”
She smiled—and she knew her grin must look wicked.She lowered herself down onto his cock.He hissed, bucking up beneath her and grasping her arse.
She felt so powerful.More powerful than she ever had before in her life, truthfully.She felt almost guilty about it.That her desire for him and the way he responded to her made her feel so lit up with power.
She rose and then sank down again.His grasp on her arse tightened, but he let her control their pace, not even attempting to interfere.
Slowly, she found a pace that suited her, that seemed to fill her and tantalize her in equal measure.
“Scarlett, you are better than any dream.You destroy me, do you know that?”
She closed her eyes, finding his words and the sight of him too much for her sensitive body.
And still she felt something threatening—something that was more than an orgasm.It was related to the dangerous emotion swirling in her chest, one that was connected with him.The feeling that she didn’t want to part with him.That didn’t know how she was supposed to do so.
She opened her eyes and looked down at him.He was looking up at her reverently, his expression a mixture of keen desire and—something else.Something that felt familiar to her, and yet she struggled to name.
Her pleasure was building.She knew that she could only stave off the inevitable end of this coupling for so long.And yet she wanted to because she didn’t want to reach the end of this, of him.
He had started directing her now, more and more, with that hand on her arse.He brought her down more roughly on his cock, and she saw stars.
“You take me so well,” he murmured.“You ruin me for anything else.God, Scarlett.”
She felt a sob rise in her throat.How would she ever walk away from this, from them, and go back to a life so barren of feeling?
She was close.So close.He kept driving into her.
“Please,” she said, not sure what she was asking for.
