She watched him quietly, then said, “Can I ask you something?”
He let go of her strand of hair, seeing it uncurl from his finger. “Sure.”
“Why did you and Megan really break up?” she asked, and he wondered if she took advantage of the easy energy between them to delve into personal questions. Though when she’d asked about Megan earlier, he’d been almost annoyed. Now, it seemed like his relationship with Megan had happened so long ago that he had to focus to remember the past.
“I told you, she pressured me to get married, and I had to face the fact she wasn’t the one for me,” he said casually.
“You didn’t know that sooner?”
“I probably did, but settled into the relationship. But once she made her wants and needs clear, I couldn’t keep her any longer.” Wouldn’t be fair.
“Did you love her?”
“I thought I did.” He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. “How about you? What really went down on your vacation?”
She looked away. “I told you.”
“You came back different, and I don’t mean just your looks. There’s a way you behave I didn’t see before,” he said.
“Maybe I was that way before but didn’t act like that around you because you had a girlfriend.”
What the hell did that mean? Did she change her way around him to be respectful? A strange throb of jealousy stabbed at his temples. Did this mean she acted like that around other men in the office? Isaac’s comment came to mind.
None of this should matter. Yet it painfully did. For some reason, he was way more involved than he should be. You know the reason, a voice inside him mocked. No… he refused to indulge into a crazy idea. No one fell for someone else that fast. Wasn’t realistic.
This is just sex, he told himself, and to prove a point, he stroked her arm, his fingers perusing up and down until he felt the little goose bumps under his pads. “I have to say, Manuela, I quite like the way you’re acting now,” he said, his voice already dropping an octave.
She kissed his shoulder, leaning down, then whispered in his ear, “It’s all your fault.”
Her words, delivered in her sexy voice, sent thrills up his spine, and quickly, down his cock. His length woke up, and that familiar stir tingled his balls. Fuck. This was… insane.
She climbed on top of him, her beautiful naked body on display. Then, she scooted on him until her entrance was positioned against his cock, which she touched. He hissed, all his blood rushing to the thick head, the veins on the side pumping for release.
Never had he been so hungry for a woman like this… so fast after making love. So desperately. So… fucking much.
Moaning, she stroked his dick, palming him. He grew even harder and bigger under her caress, the tingles shifting into a powerful throb. “You’re so hot, Manuela,” he said, and she continued her teasing game, adding a squeeze to his head. “But I want to come in your tight pussy.” Memories from moments earlier flooded in his brain, how amazing it’d been to have her inner muscles contract around his cock, every bit of her clinging to him like she had no other choice.
“Anytime, Daddy,” she said, using that nickname again, which should repulse him, but had the opposite effect.
“Say it again,” he said, then stretched his arms, reaching for her tits. He cupped them, running his thumb over the nipples, then giving them a light pinch.
“Fuck me, Daddy,” she whispered, and he thrust his cock in her pussy.
She swayed her hips, moving from side to side, and he squeezed her tits, earning a long-winded moan from her. Taking control, she rode him, and he had no problem letting her take charge. Though he knew he wouldn’t last long.
She set a fast rhythm, the feel of her too hot to handle. Groaning to keep his self-control, he lowered his hands to her sides, and his fingers bit into her flesh, in an effort to slow her down. He wanted her to come first, always.
With that in mind, he flipped her on all fours, leaving her confused for a moment, then plummeted his cock inside her, kneading her ass. She rocked her hips into him, understanding the message, and he sneaked his hand down her pussy, hovering over her.
He flicked her clit, the swollen, tender bud, wanting to send her over the edge.
“So good,” she said, before she whimpered, her pussy drenching wet.
He didn’t let up, working her clit, and fucking her, slipping in and out of her, his balls slapping her thighs. Sweat coated him, and with each thrust came the realization he’d never had it this good. Being with her… was a lot more than sex. Being with her… was heaven.
She came, her body convulsing, her ass moving in an undulating motion that triggered his own release. He slid out midway then hit her all the way to the hilt, spilling himself inside her, branding her with his cum.
Seconds later, they fell on the mattress, limbs entangled, the scent of sex and sweat swirling around them.
