Page 87 of The Cask

The electricity crackled between us and as things heated up quickly, the kiss became more passionate. Our hands were all over each other and before I knew what was happening, he had on a condom and my legs spread wide.

“I’m pleasantly surprised that you have another round in you,” I murmured, looking up at him.

Seeing him from that angle, towering over me, made him look larger than life. His touch, when his hands swept over my skin, was worshipful and left goosebumps in their wake. But it was the look in his eyes that made my heart beat erratically. The way he stared at me filled me before he even slid inside me.

I let out a shaky breath.

With his arms caging my head, he lowered himself and kissed me deeply. Moving downward, he sucked my nipples until they were hard and then continued back up to my waiting mouth. I loved the way he seemed to take in everything—every move I made and every touch that brought me pleasure. I wrapped my legs around his waist forcing the weight of him on top of me.

We lost ourselves in that kiss.

He sat up and grabbed my ankles, lifting them high. Kissing each of them, he spread me wide. “Do you know why I want to watch you come?”

“No,” I whispered, the length of his dick capturing my attention as it bounced between us.

He played with my clit with his dick as he watched me. Spreading my wetness around, he toyed with me to make sure I was ready to accommodate his size.

“Because you’re always fighting this thing between us.” He licked his lips as he lined himself up, pressing himself against my opening. “And I want to see when you give in and lose control.”

His words hit me at the same time as he slid inside me.

“You can’t deny this anymore,” he growled as he finally worked his way into me. “Can you?”

“No,” I moaned in response.

“No what?”

“I can’t deny it.” I’d barely gotten the words out of my mouth before he took my breath away.

“Fuck,” he grunted as he pulled out and then slid back in as deep as he could go. “You feel so good.”

“Yesssssssssssssssssss.”

Each time was a little deeper, a little faster, a little harder. And each time, we were a little louder. For the next hour, we ebbed and flowed between making love and fucking and back again. My body ached from physical exhaustion and complete and utter satisfaction. By the time we wore ourselves out, the blanket we were sleeping on was soaked.

That man put me to sleep.

We’d slept for no more than three hours when I jolted awake.

“Omari!” I gasped, not knowing how much time we had. “I didn’t restock the bar last night so if Alexis is here already, she’s going to come down here to get wine. We have to get dressed!”

Scrambling to get our clothes on, we were clumsy and frantic. When we got ourselves together, I looked at the time and I realized I’d read the clock wrong in my sleepy state.

“It’s only nine o’clock,” I sighed with relief. “But Alexis could be here already.” I grabbed my stuff and put it in the bag. “Will you check the door please?”

“Yeah. But first…” He leaned down and kissed me. It was a sweet peck on the lips that I appreciated because neither of us had brushed our teeth yet.

I waited until he was halfway up the stairway before I came out of my office and locked it. I looked up at him expectantly, waiting to see what he was going to say.

“It’s open,” he whispered.

My eyes widened. “Are you serious?”

He pushed the door open to prove it.

“Yes!” I jogged up the steps with excitement. “I have so much I need to do!”

“So do I.” He shook his head as we made our way through the bistro “Let’s see how much damage is done.”

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