Page 41 of David's Proposal

Guided by the need ignited in my body, I respond to him, winding my arms around his neck, kissing him back, and continuing what we haven’t even started.

Words have no place in this story as he runs his hand up the back of my neck, threads his fingers through my hair, and holds my head, kissing me forcefully.

His other hand slides up between my thighs and meets my lacy thong.

“My hand is a little cold,” he says, breaking the kiss for only a second before taking my mouth again.

I have zero complaints about his hand being cold.

He tugs the band of lace to the side and rubs the soft flesh underneath, waves of pleasure crashing through me like tides against a shore.

Warmth explodes under my skin, and my center drips with wet arousal, moans climbing up my chest.

Who knew my transition from sleep to awareness would be so dramatic and delightful at the same time.

The pleasure is sublime as these are the moments when I fully trust him for no logical reason I can muster.

These moments bring us close, tying us to each other, and it’s hard to question their truthfulness and authenticity.

My jacket fell off my body moments ago, and now my panties move down under his eager touch.

He runs the heel of his hand over my smooth folds and rubs my clit until I push my knees up and spread my legs.

“Can you come to me?” I ask, arching my back before kissing his neck in a trance.

He pushes up and peels off his suit jacket, tie, and expensive shirt before unbuckling his belt and shedding his shoes, socks, and pants.

Naked and with a rock hard erection jutting into the air, he nudges me to turn around.

On all fours, I look at him over my shoulder, my hair sliding over my face, getting in the way.

“I’ll make it worthwhile,” he says, looking down at my entrance.

I have no idea what he means by that.

It sounds like he’s thinking about completing a transaction, and our discussion about money comes to mind.

I have no time to ponder that idea since he wraps my hair around his fist and runs his free hand down between my butt cheeks.

Pleasure spikes through me, making my hips jerk.

He grabs me from behind, and my flesh throbs under his touch.

“Easy, baby…” he says, and I watch him over my shoulder as he tips his blue gaze down and looks at my rear with a lustful smile on his face.

Slowly, he drags his finger over my entrance and probes it with ease. Wet arousal drips around his touch.

The warm wetness comes with tension in my lower abdomen and addictive throbbing in my center.

“Have you thought about my proposal?” he asks, slowly pushing his middle finger in.

I lose my breath.

My head falls down as I push back a crying moan and tense around his finger, clenching fast.

“You have an interesting way of negotiating this,” I say, and a soft chuckle floats in the room.

“I’m not even negotiating,” he says, moving his finger in and out slowly.

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