“Baby, don’t stop,” she pleaded, her vision already dotting. “I’m so close…”
His answer was to withdraw his tongue from her pussy, and then softly nib her thigh before he stood upright.
Again, that invisible cold bucket of water was splashed on her, leaving her confused and unsated. “What?”
A devilish glint touched his eyes. The man knew exactly what he was doing. “Get on all fours.”
She scooted to the edge of the bed, then flipped around, standing on her hands and knees like he asked. Her legs wobbled a bit, the sensations still messing with her ability to follow simple instructions. Frustration brewed, along with a heightened need, and those two emotions wrestled for dominance.
He parted her thighs, and she rocked her hips toward him, in a silent plea for him to take her fully. At this point, she’d do anything. She’d give away a kidney or two.
“Your ass is something else,” he said, and even though she couldn’t see the look on his face, she imagined he glanced at her behind with a touch of fascination.
He played with her folds, and she felt herself loosen, her coats so wet that some of her cream dribbled down her thighs. Then, he pressed his palm on her back, making her lower her back and in the process, lifting her ass more in the air.
“Knox. Please. I can’t take it anymore,” she asked.
“Neither can I,” he said hoarsely, and rubbed the thick head of his dick at her entrance, sending a thrill up her spine. Then, he slammed it inside her, deep and hard, and she couldn’t take it anymore. Her body contracted around him, then a beat later, released waves of pleasure, her heart thrumming in her chest, all her pulse points going haywire.
He withdrew halfway then hit her again, balls slamming into her flesh, cock pulsing against her tight walls. She barely moved, so caught up in her own rapture, but unable to stop from enjoying him fucking her, how his impressive cock filled her, how her sex clung to him, her inner walls contracting him like every part of her wanted to hug him forever. Keep him forever. Love him forever.
The realization hit her almost harder than the orgasm she still experienced.
Who was she trying to fool? She loved him.
“Alyssa,” he called her, and she detected the same despair in his voice that she felt moments earlier before coming undone. He fucked her, withdrawing then returning, each time with less concern about her pleasure and more about his. The animalistic rhythm was like extra fuel to her simmering state, and another orgasm rode her, and she called his name, rocking her hips into his, and then, they both moaned at the same time, like they entered the same magical place in tandem.
Pleasure came back with a vengeance, her limbs weak, but her heart going strong, galloping its way out of her chest. She felt his jerky movements behind her, as he emptied his load into her, and she took every drop of him.
She plopped her lower body on the mattress, spent, and he did the same, but propped himself on his elbow so he wouldn’t destroy her with his weight. “Don’t leave,” she said when he moved over her. “I prefer when your cock is inside me.”
“Me too,” he said, and kissed her shoulder with a tenderness that melted whatever was left of her into some warm slime. “Me too.” He repeated, and she wondered if there was a future for them after all…
10
Knox’s phone buzzed.
He stretched to the other side of the bed, hoping to find Alyssa, but the palm of his hand met the empty mattress and cold sheets. He heard the sound of the shower, and relief poured over him. Over the last three weeks, he’d gotten used to waking up to her—even though she couldn’t do it every night, with the very reasonable excuse of having to spend some time at the Smith’s home since that had been what she had been hired to do.
Groaning, he turned his head in the direction of the insistently buzzing cell phone. He rubbed his eyes and then fished it out of the nightstand, and accepted the call as his vision adjusted and he recognized the caller ID.
“Hey, Dad,” Madison said. “Bon jour,” she said in a sing-songy voice.
“Bon jour, I guess,” he said, sitting upright in his bed. “How’s life in Paris?”
“Oh, it’s so good. I told Mom I want to live here.”
“I bet.”
“Seriously, Dad. It’s so pretty!” she said, then started enthusiastically telling him about all the places she’d visited and which was her favorite museum. He listened, happy to have a child who called and checked on him. Well, she did for now anyway. Would she still do it if she found out he’d slept with her best friend? That idea stabbed some guilt into his chest, and he glanced in the direction of the bathroom, making sure Alyssa was still out of sight.
He hated to rush Madison, but talking to her while his lover showered not far away felt wrong. What if Alyssa shouted something at him and his daughter heard her? There was no justifying her presence in his home that early. Besides, omitting was one thing. Lying, quite different. Sure, dude, tell yourself that, a cynical voice inside him mocked. “Well, you know, that’s great to hear, honey. I’ll call you later when I have more time to chat and want to hear all about it.”
“Wait, Dad. Don’t go yet. I wanted to ask you something. And you probably have no idea, but have you seen my friend Alyssa around?”
He cleared his throat. “What?”
“She’s housesitting for the Smiths, remember?”
