Page 37 of Without Regret

Her cheeks turned pink. “Sometimes.”

I could spend hours psychoanalyzing why she wanted it this way, or I could simply jump down the rabbit hole, doing as she asked. But I’d do neither.

Because I was secure enough in my ability to give her pleasure that I didn’t need to abide by her rules or examine her history. Also, I’d been raised to respect women. That didn’t mean I couldn’t appreciate how dirty some could be in the bedroom, but I sure as hell didn’t get off on making them feel degraded. So if that truly was what she was into, then this wouldn’t work. But I had another idea. Perhaps Emma simply wasn’t used to being treated in the bedroom the way she should, especially if these one-night stands had been her gig. If that was the case, now it was time to test the theory.

I ran my hand down her face in an intimate gesture before kissing her lips. “I’ll call you names, but it’ll be the ones I choose. The first one is sugar. Which, in answer to your question, is only for you.” I dropped to my knees, eye level with her center. By sliding down her pants and thong in one swoop, I was afforded the sparkle of her jeweled clit. “I call you that because you’re an addiction. A sweet—” My tongue swiped at her. “Tasty—” Again with my tongue. “Addiction.”

She threw her head back while, during the next few minutes, I made her come. But as I’d been about to make her go for number two, she pulled me up, taking my lips in a kiss which rocked my world.

“You enjoy the taste of yourself on my lips?”

“Yes.”

I broke away reluctantly, helping her peel her pants and underwear from her ankles. Then I lifted her shirt to leave her only in her bra. One more flick, and she was completely naked. “Come here.”

I led her over to the sofa, where I turned her around so her ass was to me, and then folded her over the back. My palms ran over her backside. “Sugar is the name I’ll think of when I’m eating your pussy, but beautiful is what I’ll call this. You waiting for me to have you rough and dirty over the couch. Anticipating when I shove deep inside of you, pull your hair, and the sound of slapping skin on skin fills the room.”

She moaned, reaching down to touch herself. The action was both erotic and innately sexy, telling me my words had her that turned on. “No, you don’t, beautiful. You wait for me.”

I made quick work out of grabbing a condom from a bag on my counter, something I’d made sure to pick up at the grocery store along with the food. I didn’t bother with stripping but simply unbuckled my jeans and sheathed myself in the condom. There was something more primal about not taking the time to undress.

My fingers found her soaked. My words and the anticipation had clearly done the trick. “You ready?”

My hands gripped her hips while my knee spread her legs further apart.

“Yes. Fuck me. Fuck me now.”

I could’ve teased her, but plenty of time for that later. Right now, I needed the explosion. I lined myself up to her opening, pushing the head in slightly and trying to calm my own desire. Last thing I wanted was to blow my load two pumps in. Once I felt prepared, I sank into heaven on one stroke. The walls of her pussy clamped around me like a glove.

“Christ, Emma.”

“More. I need more.”

Not one to disappoint, I pulled almost all the way out before slamming home. “Beautiful.” Placing my hand at the small of her back, I started my rhythm. Normally, I would’ve eased a woman into it, knowing I was so deep, but I could sense she was ready. Or if she wasn’t, she didn’t want to be. So I thrust harder. Long, short, grinding, I set my pace.

Because I knew she’d get off on it, I gathered her hair, pulling it back and her head with it. Needing the contact with her lips, I turned her neck, so I could nip at her lips before starting to fuck her.

“Oh, God, oh, God. Yes, right there.”

A woman who knew what she wanted and was vocal about it had to be the biggest turn-on of all. Then watching as her entire body spasmed with me inside was nirvana. The sensation that came with her orgasm around my cock was absolutely divine.

But I wasn’t done. While she came down from her climax, still shaking and contracting around me, I slowed my strokes so I could last for one more. Reaching around, I rubbed her clit.

“Too much. It’s too much,” she murmured into the cushions after I let her hair go.

“One more name for today. It’s honey. Whenever I call you honey, you’re going to think of me taking some of your sweet sugar—” I swiped some of the wetness and moved it back to her pucker. “And easing my finger in here. Or perhaps a plug at some point, and eventually you’ll take my cock there.”

She let out a mewl of pleasure at the contact. While her body adjusted to the intrusion, I picked up my pace. Her loud breathing filled the room, and with a hoarse scream, she came the second time around. I quickly followed.

After withdrawing slowly, I gave her lower back a kiss and then helped her stand. I was taking off the condom and pulling my jeans on when I realized she’d turned around and was watching me warily.

I held out my hand. “Come on. Let’s eat.”

***

After devouring the sandwiches I’d made, we lay in my king-sized bed with her head on my chest, watching the sunset out the big picture window. I could already sense her mind working overtime. Satisfying her body would quiet it for a little while but not for long. However, her words to me were unexpected.

“The man Tom mentioned at dinner last night who got the tattoo for me. He was married. I found out after we’d slept together. Told him if he got a tattoo on his shoulder of a Chinese symbol I’d printed out, I’d continue to be his side piece. I was nineteen years old, and it was immature.”

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