Page 71 of Sweet Deception
With my blood racing and my heart pounding and all my attention on her, this experience is more exhilarating than being in the driver’s seat of a race car.
What is that about?
At some point, I stop moving altogether, and Nika takes over.
She bounces on my cock, tossing her head back as she slides up and down, moaning. Then, she grinds her hips back and forth, riding me while I’m fully inside, her pussy strangling me down to the base?—
“Yeah, like that.” I drop my own head back, my fingertips pushing into the soft skin of her hips. I could come just from this.
Fucking hell, this woman…
“Yes, yes, yes,” she whispers, hot and raw, holding me tighter as she continues to rock forward and back, shiftingthe foundation of the planet. Right now, I’m nothing short of spellbound.
Because I’ve…
I’ve never let a woman fuck me this way.
The one in control of my sexual encounters, the one who leads these interactions has always been me. I’ve never even let a woman be on top of me before. Not one single time.
And yet, I pulled this woman into my lap like it was the most natural thing in the world, and here we are.
Nika’s fucking me as if I matter to her, like I’m the only man alive. And I can’t get enough. I don’t know how we’ll ever stop until she starts vibrating on top of me, her hips gyrating around my dick. She digs her face into the curve of my neck, where she cries out and spasms.
My arms circle her back, embracing her as her chest slowly stops shuddering.
This time is different from our night in Vegas. Even what happened last night doesn’t compare to this slow, intimate storm that just drenched us. There’s no tension between us, no hidden agendas. I’m completely comfortable and at ease, even though…nothing’s really changed.
Or should I say, almost nothing?
No, our shitty situation hasn’t changed. But maybe we have.
That’s the wild thought in the back of my mind as I maneuver us so we’re horizontal on the couch with her beneath me and still clutching me tight.
Tucking my face into the bend of her beautiful neck, I begin to bury my cock inside her in fluid, leisurely strokes.
I can hardly stand it like this. Her sopping pussy has me in a vice grip.
I groan nonsense into her neck, biting down whenever the sensation grows stronger.
Like the killer in a slasher movie and a hurricane on the water, climax is coming.
Unstoppable.
The pleasure crests and explodes, ripping a guttural noise from deep inside me. I flatten my body against Nika’s while my dick pulses in sharp, euphoric waves.
“Fucking hell,” I groan when I return from the brink.
The warm frothy thing that passes through me can only be called affection.
Even though I still don’t know if I can trust her.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Later in the evening, Nika, seated on the couch we haven’t yet had sex on, has her head buried in the laptop.
Yet.Listen to me.
The hell is my problem?
