Page 16 of Rich & Decadent

And he wanted more.

He began to slow down as a familiar tingling sensation began to creep up on him. As much as he wanted this to last forever, hewould soon be falling over into the waves of his release. His balls drew up closer to his body as a jolt of electricity shot through him. He couldn’t look away from the sight of his cock entering her.

“Please don’t stop. Keep going,” she cried out. Imani buried her face into the mattress, her screams now muffled. He cursed, wanting the world to hear her.

His hips picked up pace again and then the hot spurts of his release shot out of him. He gasped as his hips pumped uncontrollably so he could fill her with his cum. His hand tightened on her neck as he finally buried himself until he couldn’t go any further. He threw his head back and felt a deep growl rip out of him from the depths of his soul.

He released her and fell forward bracing his hands on either side of her. His cock was still buried inside of her. There was no other place he would rather be than where he was.

After they had left the bridge, he’d taken her to his favorite Thai place. He hadn’t known that she was such a fan of the cuisine. It had been the perfect place for them to eat. One thing that he appreciated about Imani, was that she wasn’t afraid of eating in front of him. She was relaxed and had a love of food. One thing that had always frustrated him when he would take women out was the fact that they didn’t seem to enjoy real food. Too many were caught up on dieting and watching what they ate.

He loved when a woman didn’t give a fuck what people thought.

Imani had curves in all of the right places and he loved all of them. He’d licked and kissed every inch of her and was quickly memorizing every facet of her body.

The restaurant was near Will’s house, so he’d brought them back there. It hadn’t taken long for them to make their way to the bedroom. They had been unable to keep their hands off of each other and their clothes were still down in the living room.

“Are you all right?” he murmured. He lowered his head and dropped a kiss on her shoulder. His dick was softening, but hadn’t gone all the way down yet. He knew he should probably move, but for some reason, he didn’t want to. He was enjoying not only the sensation of her surrounding him, but the view of her ass and her sexy back that had a few scattered moles on it.

“Hmmm….yeah,” she sighed. She gave a little wiggle causing his cock to move with her. Imani’s playful personality was a welcoming change from the women he usually dated. He kissed her again, this time moving to the middle of her shoulder blades. “That thang of yours is dangerous, Wilheim Rusek.”

Her giggle made him grin. He withdrew slightly from her and paused. His cock was already stiffening again. He shook his head and continued pulling out of her. He had her in his house and they had all night. He would make sure she was back at the hotel in time to get ready for her next conference day. He rolled to the side of the bed and swung his legs over the edge. He stood and strolled into his en suite bathroom, flicked on the lights, and reached for a clean washcloth. After he ran some warm water on it, he squeezed it out and walked back into the bedroom. Imani had turned over and righted herself in the bed with her head resting on his pillows.

The breath in his chest escaped him. Something about seeing her in his home and in his bed just felt right. He struggled to get that first breath of air in. His home had always been his private domain. He’d never brought a woman here to sleep over. Imani quietly watched him as he came back to the bed. He sat down next to her and didn’t say a word while he gently spread her legs apart and began to wipe the remnants of their lovemaking from her. He had always been a man who had used protection faithfully when he was with a woman. Why he hadn’t with Imani, he wasn’t sure. He glanced up at her and found her still watching him.

The brief image of this woman swollen with his child came to mind and his heart stuttered just thinking of a future with her.

But he pushed it down.

He took his time ensuring she was properly cleaned. Her legs spread wider to allow him to reach all of her and the slickness that coated her inner thighs. Once he was done he tossed the cloth onto the floor and climbed back into the bed with her. He tugged her against him and covered them up with the blanket. She nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck and her warm breath skated along his skin.

Will basked in the feeling of Imani in his arms. He glanced down and took in her dark hair and the tip of her cute little nose. She tilted her head back and those big brown eyes met his.

“What are you thinking about so hard?” she asked. Her lips tilted up slightly in the corners. He couldn’t resist those plump lips that were already swollen from his kisses. Her soft skin, curvy body, and bright personality drew him to her. He lowered his head and took her lips in a slow, lingering kiss. She returned the kiss with the same heat and passion. When they broke for air, they both were panting and staring at each other. “Oh.”

He closed his eyes for a moment, before he opened them again. He needed to get something off his chest.

“Imani, I— I don’t do relationships,” he admitted. The action of saying those words left a sour taste in his mouth. He frowned, unsure of why this should be any different than when he’d told a woman before. Again, all of the women in his past knew this up front and he had been open about it before they’d had sex.

“Oh,” she said. She tensed slightly and Will didn’t like how it felt as if she were already drawing away from him. He bit back a curse and tightened his hold on her. He had been a fool. Maybe he should have led with that when they’d had their first outing. Or maybe when he’d first heard her voice on the phone. Hewasn’t going to lie to her. He was attracted to her. Hell, he liked her.

A lot.

More than he probably should.

If he had a checklist of everything he would want in a partner or a wife, she’d meet all of the qualifications.

But he wasn’t looking for that.

He wasn’t husband material.

He didn’t know how to have a healthy relationship. Look what happened between him and Whitney. He wouldn’t want to wish that shit on Imani. She was too good for that and too good for him.

“I guess I get it—I’m only in town for a little bit before I go back to Atlanta,” she said. Her small hand settled on his chest. Her finger tips slid down along his chest and sent a shiver down his spine.

He couldn’t have guessed what type of response he would have gotten from her with his announcement, but he didn’t like this. Not one damn bit. The thought of her going back to Atlanta and then never seeing her again caused a pain inside his chest. Would she go back and forget him? Start dating someone else? Get married?

He swallowed hard.

---