Page 5 of By the Letter

When he moved, it was treacherously slow. A thrust, then still, controlled, easy, while his hands roamed with abandon. One circled my throat as he wedged the other between my front and the couch to play with my breasts. Then he caressed my ass, squeezing and lightly slapping it before sliding around to my front to palm my stomach and ribs. His hands were so big they spanned my torso, and he managed to touch every inch of me in a few long strokes. There was something familiar in his exploration, as if we’d been lovers for a long time and this wasn’t a random hookup at all.

I didn’t let myself get caught up in that thought. Wim was good in bed, and he obviously liked the feel of me—that was all it was. I shut my brain off and lost myself in this moment, this man. Tonight was all we would ever have, and I intended to savor every single second.

Sweat coated my skin, and my throat was hoarse from panting, crying, screaming. Wim wasn’t done. He’d taken me in every position I could have imagined and some I couldn’t. We’d gone through three condoms and were on our fourth.

Time had lost meaning in room ten. Refractory periods seemed to be a foreign concept to the man above me. My breasts were in his hands, my legs over his shoulders. He was poweringinto me, his control lost somewhere between round two and three. I couldn’t say how many times I’d come. After nearly blacking out while riding his face, I hadn’t bothered keeping track.

“This is it, Goldie,” he grunted, his hips slapping my backside. “One last time.”

“One last time,” I echoed.

He’d said that when he took me the second time, and it had sounded like he was convincing himself that was all it was. One more time for the road. Except that hadn’t been it. From the moment he’d put his hands on me, we hadn’t stopped. If we weren’t fucking, he was eating me out or lifting the bottom of his balaclava to suck on my nipples.

I knew I’d be sore when we were done and sitting at my desk at work tomorrow was going to be a difficult proposition, but I was too tangled up in this man to care about those things.

Wrapping my fingers around his arms, I held onto him the only way I could while he drove into me, finding his pleasure in my body. In this position, I was helpless to him, and I loved it. He’d shut my mind off, numbing all thoughts and worries, whittling me down to my base. For once in my life, I wasn’t nervous or anxious. I was nothing but desire and feeling, and it was so beautiful.

With a roar, Wim threw his head back, his hips jerking so hard he took my breath away. My inner walls clasped around him as warmth seeped into me.

Panting hard, his head fell forward, and not for the first time, I wished the lights were brighter so I could determine the color of his eyes as they gazed down at me.

“Goldie,” he groaned, lowering my legs to the mattress, “you took it all out of me.”

With nothing left to say, I slid my hands up his vibrating arms and squeezed his shoulders. He’d wrung everything out of me too, and I’d loved every second of it.

Pulling out of me, he fell to the side, and I sighed, knowing it was over.

“Oh shit,” he uttered. “Goldie…”

I turned my head, the alarm in his voice dragging me out of my stupor.

“What is it?”

“I’m sorry.” He dug the heel of his hand into his eye. “The condom is broken. I didn’t notice…”

The warmth he’d left behind suddenly made sense. I clamped my legs together, my breath caught in my throat.

Moving to his side, he propped himself up on his elbow and ran a hand over my stomach. “I’ve been tested recently. I’m clean. You?”

I shook my head. “No…I mean, yes, I don’t have anything.”

“Are you on birth control?”

I had never had a reason. Maybe I should have thought about it before meeting up with Wim, but it simply hadn’t occurred to me as a necessity.

“I’m not, but I’m sure it’s fine.”

Groaning, he swiveled around to sit up, his back facing me. “Okay. It’s all right. The chances of anything—look, I’ll leave my information with management. If the worst happens and you need to get in touch…”

“I’m sure it’s fine,” I repeated.

He gave me his masked profile. “I had a good time with you. Did you?”

“Yes,” I whispered, my throat raw and aches blooming everywhere else on my body. “It was everything I wanted.”

“Me too.” He moved to run his hand over his face but stopped when he hit his mask. “Do you need anything before I go?”

“I don’t.” Sitting up, I pulled the sheet over me, not wanting to be naked anymore. “Thank you for tonight.”

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