Her laugh was low and husky, and when she went to pull her hand out from her shorts, I shook my head. “Stop.”
“Which one do you want?”
I wanted her bent over this couch. Riding my face. Riding me. I wanted us so damn exhausted she’d stay tomorrow and so damn sore I couldn’t walk right when I had to report back to practice on Wednesday.
I tossed the condoms onto the coffee table and retook my perch on the couch. In quick movements, I had her shorts undone, flung to the floor, and was staring at the wetness soaking through her white silk thong.
“Can I?” I curled my fingers around the edges of that frail fabric.
She lifted her hips, and I pulled them down slowly, anxious to be inside of her, still wanting to torture her.
It’d be fair play.
She’d been torturing me since the moment she walked through that door tonight.
She was shaved bare beneath her thong, and as I slowly tugged it down her thick, gorgeous fucking thighs, a shiver rolled through her. Her fingernails were white-tipped and I groaned as she pressed them to her clit, through her slit, and then made two circles as I finally slid her thong off her and it joined her shorts on the floor.
“What do you like? Hard and fast? Slow?”
“This. You right here, watching me.”
Ahhh… an exhibitionist. I’d keep that in my pocket for later.
Except no. That wouldn’t happen. Before I’d brought her here, I’d made it clear.
Tonight was for tonight. One night only. I had too much going on to be capable of more.
I’d been honest and gentle. Reminded her that I had no expectations. The drinks I bought and the plate of nachos we ended up sharing did not mean she owed me anything.
Except she’d agreed, finishing her last beer and licking her lips. “That’s good. I agree. I have too much to figure out myself.”
Later wouldn’t come. That was okay. Perfect, even.
Except now that her cute little moans were filling my ears and her hips were rolling, making her breasts tremble, there wouldn’t be nearly enough time for me to explore this body in all the ways I’d already dreamed of.
“That’s enough,” I said and my hand covered her fingers. “Let me see.”
“Davis…”
“Shhh.” I brought her fingers to my mouth, enthralled with the pink blooming on her cheeks and the gasps from her parted lips made as I wrapped my own lips around her fingers, and holy sweet divine.
“Not cherries,” I whispered and bent down to kiss her to see if she’d be willing to taste herself. “Perfection.”
My tongue slid into her mouth, wrapped with hers and her thighs pushed apart, allowing room for me between them. Her body melded to mine, hips rolled to meet me.
As I began to lose myself in her, relieving her of her bra and bringing my mouth to her pert, firm, and full breasts, I regretted my hasty decision.
One night wouldn’t be enough.
She was too damn delicious.
The sun was rising over the horizon, and I hadn’t spent a single minute with my hands not on some part of Maggie’s body in hours.
And the things I’d learned about her. The shy hesitation she showed when I went down on her the first time. The way she screamed as she came and then asked me to do it again. We’d rested only for water and it was during our last break, Maggie sitting naked on my kitchen counter, me standing between her legs and swirling my tongue around her nipples in between sips of water when she’d tilted her head toward my private pool on the rooftop patio.
“Can we go for a swim?”
We didn’t make it to the pool. I’d carried her out to the hot tub and sat her down on my hardening dick.
The thing should have been broken by now, useless, except every touch from Maggie had turned me into a machine needing minimal recovery time in between rounds.
Water splashed around us, the bubbles from the hot tub only allowing the tips of her nipples to appear above the water before sinking back down, and her breasts were as perfect as I’d first thought. Round, firm, and full, I could use them for pillows and never sleep better.
“That’s it. Nice and slow, Maggie.”
She had her hands at my shoulder, riding my dick—finally—and with the sun rising behind me, the glow made every inch of her skin glisten, her eyes, cornflower blue, closed, and she dropped her head down as if she wanted to see me filling her.
“You feel so good. It’s like… it’d just… so damn good…”
It was fucking perfection. Never had a woman made me feel this insane. I tightened my fingers against her ass, loving the soft flesh, and yanked her down.
She let out a cry, unhindered by being outside with every noise she made.
Screw any neighbor who could hear us.
Her thighs began shaking, that telltale sign she was close, and then she was biting down on my shoulder. A sharp pain ripped through me as she came, clamping her teeth against me and I moved her harder, slower, so deep inside of her I could feel the end of her until I groaned out my own release. That bite was going to leave a mark and screw anyone who gave me shit about it.
I’d worked my ass for it.
Slowly her orgasm receded, and I held her against me. I let her go with one hand and reached for the hot tub’s remote control to turn the jets off. My body was liquid, burning, and not entirely from the early morning sun or the water.
“We should get out of here and dry off.”
Her arms wrapped around my shoulders, and she hugged me tight. “Can’t walk. Carry me?”
I doubted my own legs could handle it right now.
I’d had girlfriends in high school. A few in college that lasted longer than six months, and I’d had more than my share of one-night stands, but I’d never had this connection. This sense of something so damn right at the absolute worst fucking timing in my life.
I couldn’t keep her.
She’d agreed to one night and was as set on it as I’d originally been.
But we’d just spent hours together, and I wasn’t ready to let her go.
So I stood, groaned as I climbed to my feet, and managed to get us out of the hot tub. I always kept a shelf of towels outside, so I grabbed one for her and wrapped it around her back, tucked it between us before I wiped off my feet and stepped inside.
“I need to go get dried off and dressed.” Probably needed another shower.
A six-hour recharge nap.
“I’ll be right back, okay?”
She clung to the towel and tipped her head up. She was shorter than I originally thought, and all five feet two of her that was more than a foot shorter than me looked up at me.
“Okay.”
I kissed her forehead and hurried back to my bedroom. My sheets were a disaster. We’d spent rounds two through four on the bed. Memories that would stay with me when I was on the road and only had my hand for pleasure. It didn’t take me long to grab a quick shower, dry off, and tug on a fresh pair of shorts.
I’d talk to her. Maybe I couldn’t promise much but I could see her again? Spend the day with her? One more night…?
I’d ask.
But then I returned to my living room, and she wasn’t where I left her standing.
Her shorts that had spent all night and early morning puddled on my floor were gone. Along with the rest of her clothes. The towel I’d given her was draped over the back of the couch.