Page 24 of When The Night Falls

My face flushed at his sensual compliment, and more again when he harshly sucked my erect nipple. Groaning, I buried my breast deeper within his possession, relishing the delicious sensations that rippled through my body.

He was well on his way to obliterating all my defences. Would one night with this man truly be enough? I worried it wouldn’t. Truly, if this was what it entailed, it was tempting to submit to him.

Moving away from my breast, he kissed his way across my sternum and up my neck, reaching the line of my jaw, all while he continued to fuck me into oblivion against the wall. We hadn’t even made it to his bed, I realised.

Upon a particularly perfect thrust, I gasped and hugged him against me. He had struck precisely against my front wall, a spot that was especially sensitive. Seeming to notice this, he repeated the same motion, again and again.

‘Oh my God,’ I mouthed, because I lost my breath.

‘Come on, love,’ he growled. ‘Give in to me,’ he commanded, his authoritative tone making my walls clench around him.

Holding my breath, I squeezed my eyes shut and felt the tension border on unbearable. A few more of those thrusts and I would come undone whether I wanted to or not.

I wailed, my toes curling again.

‘No,’ I whined. I didn’t want to climax so soon.

Burying his hand in my hair, he tugged my head back. ‘Yes,’ he panted and ploughed harshly into me.

Fuck!

Immediately, I was sent over the edge again, reeling straight back into bliss.

I pushed against him, desperate for space. I was so overwhelmed that I feared I would implode. My entire body was convulsing, but he confined me to him, strong arms becoming a cage.

‘Stop, please,’ I squeaked, heaving for air.

‘You’re exceptionally sensitive,’ he said, his voice full of wonder. He wasn’t the first to tell me that, but that didn’t make it less true. I had always been like this. Maybe that was why I enjoyed sex so much. I rarely had it without coming at least once.

‘Yeah, well, for better and for worse.’

He chuckled and, to my relief, ceased thrusting. He brought us away from the wall and carried me into his living room. Locating his dark brown dining table, he lowered us onto it and propped himself on his forearms on either side of my head.

We stared at each other in silence. While I couldn’t speak for him, I was overawed by the chemistry between us. I had never experienced anything like it, and certainly not with a stranger. The mere magnitude of it was uncanny. Was this the sort of encounter that would only happen once in a lifetime, if at all? Was I currently staring at the Right One, or was he just another fool among the crowd of imposters? My gut whispered he was different, but I was scared to listen in case it was wrong.

With a look of amusement, he pushed up and leaned back, but he remained buried inside me, which my vagina was hyperaware of; it throbbed around his dick.

‘Your sexual stamina could use a remedy,’ he said as he started undoing the buttons of his waistcoat. Offended, I gave him a scowl.

‘Fuck you.’

‘You are. Right now, as it happens,’ he fired back, thoroughly amused, and thrust gently into me again.

‘Ah,’ I complained and looked grumpily away from him.

He laughed. ‘We’ll just have to practise, I suppose.’

‘In your dreams.’

‘There as well, I’m sure.’ He smirked. ‘But I have to say, after watching you come – twice already – I’m less inclined than ever to let you leave this place without any intention of seeing me again. I could honestly watch you come for a lifetime without growing bored.’

My face grew hotter. I refused to discuss this with him. I wasn’t changing my mind. He surely drove a hard bargain, though, in more ways than one.

Something soft dropped on the floor. I looked back at him, and my heart jolted at the view. He had taken off his shirt.

I stared at his powerful torso, salivating. The man was clearly no stranger to the gym. He was easily the fittest man I had ever slept with. I could wash my clothes on his stomach, for heaven’s sake, and his pecs were bigger than my boobs.

I couldn’t resist ogling him. While his muscles were prominently defined, they didn’t look unnatural. They were athletic and proportionate – exactly my taste.

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