Page 31 of Merrick

He was fascinated with the texture of her bottom lip. “And your reaction when you had an orgasm leads me to wonder if it was your first.”

“Oh please.”

“Was it?”

“I’m in my fifties…!”

“I am not judging you. It takes a certain quality and time to make a woman come.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes. The look on your face when it happened…,” he eased out a breath. “It simply shattered me, and I want to see it again. I want to make you come over and over again. I want you to lose control.”

His eyes smoldered and he was not surprised to feel himself hardening inside her. Apparently, it was a shock to her as her eyes widened and her body trembled.

“I want to look at you when you’re exploding all over me.”

“No. Please… Just…” she hated that her voice was high and thin and that she did not sound like herself.

“I want the pleasure of seeing you go over,” He tilted her chin up even when he started to move, slowly, his eyes watching her. “I want to see you letting go.”

“No.” She pushed at his shoulders. “Damn you! Stop.”

“Let go, baby.” One hand curved around her neck as he increased the pace, making it impossible for her to look away. He saw the various expressions racing over her face, surprise, pleasure, and then complete surrender and saw when it started to happen.

Her lips parted and hers became bright. “That’s it baby. Just let go.”

“Damn you.” She gasped, just before her body imploded. She felt as if she was racing towards the edge of a cliff and could not stop. It took her over and swept her away, washing her up until she was so weak, she could not stop trembling.

With a growl, he seized her lips, his body driving into hers with a relentless passion that had him tumbling over the edge with her.

Somehow, they found themselves in the wide ocean of his bed and starting all over again.

It troubled him that he could want her so much that his appetite for her could not be appeased. And that he had to force himself to give them a bit of a break.

The dawn was just starting when they both tumbled into exhausted sleep and even then, he had to feel her against him.Resisting her effort to move away from him, he wrapped his arms around her and cradled her with his body.

*****

She woke up on the bed with sheets tangled all around her and vaguely recalled that she had left the gym in his arms. He had carried her upstairs and into his bedroom and she had allowed it. She could always use the excuse that she had been weak and disoriented.

Sitting up against the mound of scented pillows, she took the time, time she had not had last night to look around the huge space. The man loved his space as she had seen from the rooms downstairs and this was no exception.

A fire was smoldering in the hearth that stretched from one wall to the next, giving the room a warm and wonderful glow.

The floor was not carpeted, but repeated the theme throughout the rest of downstairs, the stained wood floor, the gold and bluewallpaper, and a closet that could have swallowed hers five times over. There were no doors, but a wide-open space again that showed enough clothes to outfit a department store.

“Jesus!” She whispered as she gaped. The design was unique, at least, to her it was. Revolving hangers, shelves stocked with sweaters and what looked like casual pants, denims and another section for ties, shoes – so many shoes, Italian loafers, sneakers, boots – Good Christ!

What does one person so with so much? It was ridiculous and made her own tiny closet seemed woefully inadequate.

Turning her head to the left, she noticed the floor to ceiling window and the unrestricted view of the city. Shoving the covers away, she climbed off a bed that was wide enough to fit a dozen people comfortably and remembered they had left their clothing on the floor of the gym.

And she was completely naked and sore all over. Limping towards the bathroom, she stood on the threshold and experienced another shock.

The bathroom was the same color scheme as the bedroom, and it was huge. There was a wide tub in the middle of the floor and a shower install that could easily fit – well a dozen people, with knobs and a fancy nozzle that seemed too complicated for words.

Taking a deep breath, she moved over the tiled floor that seemed like sapphire glass and stood at the triple sink with its muted lights to study her image. She looked as if she had been thoroughly used. Her hair was tumbling all over and around her face in a tangled mess and her lips were swollen.

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