“Fuck, yes,” I mutter.
His mouth twitches with a tiny smile, and he nudges his tip inside me. I bite my lip as I feel the stretch, even from only a small part of him.
I shift my hips a little to encourage him. “You don’t need to be gentle,” I tell him, feeling desperate for all he has to give me. “You need to fuck me. Ruin me.”
“Ruin you?”
I nod.God, I want it so bad, so hard. If he holds back, it won’t be enough.
Still holding my gaze, he quirks an eyebrow and thrusts deep into me in one go. It’s pleasure and pain and everything I need all at once.
He pulls out again slowly, then pushes in again. I’m moaning, noises coming from my mouth I can’t control. I’ve never had a dick this big. It fills me in ways I never knew were possible. My orgasm builds in deep inside me, gathering intensity with each thrust.
The sounds of our bodies slamming together is an erotic cacophony that heightens my arousal.
And Mr Hawkston… his eyes… Never before has a man looked at me this way during sex, like he’s not only fucking my body but making love to my soul. Even as he pounds me, I know I’ll never get over this.Ever.
Orgasmic bliss ripples through me, rising to a crest I can’t control. “Fuck, fuck, I’m coming.”
He groans, his jaw tight, his face contorted with ecstasy as he comes with me. I feel the jerk of it deep inside me. It lasts longer than I expect, his body rigid between my legs, all the tendons in his neck standing out as his cock pulses.
Finally, his muscles slacken, and he slumps against me. But he doesn’t let his full weight fall on me; he keeps himself propped up on his elbows. His face hovers above mine, our noses almost touching. We’re panting, our chests heaving, my breasts rising and falling against his pecs, our sweat mingled between us.
“That was fast. Was that fast?” I say, suddenly nervous. “You make me come so fast. Shit.”
His brow creases. “Was it too fast for you?”
The answer comes easily, soothing my anxiety. “No. It was perfect.”
“Perfect,” he repeats the word slowly, sounding out each syllable like it’s a new concept. “Yes. That’s exactly what it was.”
A strange warmth that has nothing to do with sex ripples through me. He holds eyes contact a few moments longer, our hearts so close they’re almost beating as one.
“You’re definitely not real,” he says with a throaty laugh.
I smile up at him and kiss him. “You’re a dream too, you know.”
He holds me as our breathing returns to normal, still staring into my eyes as if he thinks I’ll disappear if he looks away. It’sa look that sinks right to the core of me, like he’s embedding himself into my memory. Into mysoul.
This is way more intimate than I expected, and all of a sudden I can’t bear it. This was supposed to bejustsex, a release of the crazy attraction I have for this man, and somehow it feels like way more. More than I’ve ever felt with any man. It feels like too much. My overwhelm must be apparent on my face because his brow creases as though some unpleasant thought is passing through his mind.
And just like that, whatever spell we were under is broken. He slides off me and pads out of the room, leaving my skin cold with the absence of him. I watch him head towards the bathroom, and I’m gripped by the unnerving sensation that I’m looking at a stranger.
19
MATT
Itie up the condom and toss it in the bin. I grip the edge of the sink and stare at myself in the mirror.
What the fuck just happened?
I think my world has been blown apart by a woman, and I have no idea what to do now.Should I pretend I’m unmoved? Pretend this was just sex? Pretend she was nothing but a good fuck?
My heart feels raw, like that orgasm stripped layers off it. I can feel the beat of it everywhere; the rush of blood in my ears is deafening. Itneverfelt like this with Gemma.
“Mr Hawkston?” Her voice is soft and there’s a hint of sadness to it. Even after what just happened, she’s not using my name. “Was this a mistake?”
My body heats uncomfortably at the question. I look up and see her in the mirror. She’s standing naked in the bathroom doorway.