Page 15 of Rich & Decadent

As she walked along with Will along the bridge, Imani was stunned by how loud the traffic was, she hadn’t anticipated that. Or how windy it would be. The bridge vibrated under her feet with the heavy flow of traffic and she tightened her hold onWill’s as they walked along. She stared out into the Bay Area and marveled at the way it spread out in front of them. It was so high up, and she was thankful that the bridge had a fence along it. She paused and moved to the fence, wanting to get a picture of the water below. Her eyes widened at the sight of nets along the bridge below.

“Are those people swimming in the water?” she laughed. Down below the bridge were small figures in the water bouncing along the waves.

She glanced around and snapped plenty of photos of the cars passing by, to the water and even a few of Will. He held a sexy smirk on his face when he realized she’d grabbed some photos of him. They walked a third of the way before they paused and stood near the fence.

“It’s wonderful. Thank you for bringing me,” Imani said. She moved to the side as a few couples were making their way along the bridge. They appeared to be like her, tourists, from the way they were snapping pictures and talking excitedly about what they could see from that height.

“It’s not a problem. Sometimes living here, you take certain things for granted,” Will said. He brushed a finger along her cheek while his lips curled up in a smile. “It should be me thanking you.”

“For what?” She tilted her head to the side to study him. His face was covered in a dark sprinkling of hair on his jawline. She actually liked the look on him. It gave him a devilish charm, but then her thoughts went carnal. She had loved the feeling of his face brushing the inside of her thighs before. What would it feel like now that he had a little more facial hair? Her core clenched with the thought of having him between her thighs again.

“Seeing how excited you are about a bridge that I cross at least twice a week reminds me that I shouldn’t take certain things for granted.”

She reached up and covered his hand with hers. She was touched that he felt she had reminded him of something he had forgotten.

“It’s beautiful here. I guess it would be the same if you came to Atlanta. I’m not sure if you’ve ever been?—”

“I haven’t.” He shook his head. She gasped and stepped back from him.

“How have youneverbeen to Atlanta?” she joked. He took her hand in his and began leading her back the way they had come. It wasn’t that often she had met someone who had never been to her home city. Most people could say they’d had a connecting flight orsomethingin Atlanta, but just never to experience the city? She bit her tongue to keep from offering to have him come visit her.

Would that have been too bold?

Too soon?

She wasn’t sure so she decided to keep her mouth shut. She didn’t want to scare him away. Maybe later after the gala, she’d mention it to him.

“I’ve just never been.” He shrugged. He glanced behind them and ushered her out of the way of a cyclist cruising along the walkway. They continued their trek in a comfortable silence which she was fine with. The sounds of the cars flying past made it difficult to hold a conversation while walking. “If you want, we can head over to the little gift shop and then head to dinner.”

“Whatever you want to do today, I’m down.” His gaze flicked toward hers. She knew exactly what she had said, and she meant it. She was tossing it out there that if he wanted a repeat of last night, that she was open and willing. Something passed in his eyes. It was an expression she couldn’t make out. He brought her close to him and rested his arm along her shoulders.

“I like the sound of that.”

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Will glanced down and felt a trail of sweat skate down his temple. His gaze was locked on Imani’s perfectly rounded ass. He was buried deep inside of her from behind and it had to be his favorite position at the moment. Her muscles tightened around him and made him groan.

“Imani. Don’t. Move,” he growled. His hand slowly roamed her soft skin before coming to rest on her narrowed waist. He held still, not wanting to blow his fucking load. If she so much as moved, it would be over.

“How can I not?” she gasped. Her head was nestled against the bedding. Her dark hair hid her facial expression which he would have loved to see. He closed his eyes for a brief moment while trying to think of anything but the way her pussy gripped him.

“I’m not ready to come yet,” he bit out through clenched teeth. He’d never had such a visceral reaction to a woman before. Everything about Imani was right for him. He, who held a firm belief that he would remain single forever and only have casualencounters, was beginning to see there was nothing casual about what was happening here.

Her smile, her voice, her personality—they just did something for him.

Her body? Kept him aroused beyond belief. Will exhaled and withdrew slowly from her slick sheath. Her soft moan vibrated through her body to the tip of his dick. She clenched tight, holding on to him. He inhaled and thrust slowly into of her. She was completely drenched for him.

“You can’t always get what you want, love,” she chuckled. She pushed up on her hands and threw her body backward.

Will saw fucking stars.

Her slick pussy was going to be the death of him. His hand shot out to the back of her neck and he forced her back down onto the bed.

“Oh, but I do,” he rasped. He began a steady rhythm of thrusts, sending his cock as deep as he could go. He pumped harder, no longer able to control himself. He kept a firm hold on her just in case she thought about trying that little move again.

“Oh, God,” she cried out. Her hands shot out and gripped the covers. He leaned over keeping one hand on her waist while he took what he needed. The sounds of their lovemaking filled the air and it drove him even more feral. He quickened his pace, giving her long deep strokes. His gaze dropped down to the sight of his cock thrusting inside of her pink opening. “Fuck. You’re so deep.”

Something about those words made him feel savage. Maybe it was also knowing that it was him giving her pleasure, drawing cries and moans from her lips. She accepted everything that he was giving her.

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