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“I want you to touch and kiss me everywhere. I want your cock...” She trails off into a groan when I pinch her nipple.
The way she’s not afraid to ask for what she needs snaps the last of my control, making me primal and possessive. I continue my exploration southward, kissing down her stomach while my hands explore the curves of her hips and thighs.
When I reach her mound, I pause to look up at her. She’s watching me with eyes that are dark with desire, her lips parted as she breathes hard. “Please,” she whispers, and that single word destroys the final frayed threads of my restraint.
I settle between her thighs and bury my face in her cleft, parting her lips so I can taste her properly. The sound she makes when I drag my tongue up her slit to swirl around her pulsing clit nearly undoes me completely. She’s sweet and responsive, lifting her hips to meet my mouth while she grips the sheets and cries out.
I have to press my cock to the mattress to control the urge to come, breathing deeply for a second. That only gives me more of the honeyed scent of her arousal, and I have to return to the lure regardless of how tenuous my control is.
I take my time, learning what makes her gasp and moan, building her pleasure slowly until she’s trembling beneath me. I use my tongue and teeth to work her to a fever pitch before adding a finger inside her sheath. When she’s close to the edge, I pull back, kissing her inner thighs while she protests.
“Not yet,” I murmur against her skin. “I want to make this last.”
“I don’t want it to last,” she says breathlessly. “I want you inside me.”
The raw need in her voice makes my control snap completely. I kiss my way back up her body while she reaches for me, her hands urgent on my skin. When I settle between her thighs, the head of my cock pressing against her entrance, we both go still.
“Are you ready?” I ask, my voice strained with the effort of holding back. I wanted to make her come first, but we’re both too urgent for each other. I’ll make sure she gets off when I’m inside her. Just the thought of her pussy milking me makes my cock throb and inches me closer to losing control.
Instead of answering with words, she lifts her hips, taking the first inch of me inside her. The sensation makes us both groan, and I have to fight every instinct to thrust forward. I enter her slowly, giving her time to adjust to my size while watching her face for any sign of discomfort. She’s slick and hot around me, her body opening to accept me completely. When I’m fully seated inside her, we both go perfectly still, overwhelmed by the intensity of the connection.
“God, Sienna,” I whisper against her neck. “You feel perfect.”
She moves beneath me experimentally, and the friction makes stars explode behind my eyes. I start to move with her, finding a rhythm that has her gasping my name and gripping my shoulders. When she clenches her inner walls around me, I let out a harsh curse word but soften it by kissing her forehead. “You’re undoing me.”
“Good.” She smiles in satisfaction before her expression morphs to clear need. “Harder,” she whispers against my ear, and I’m lost.
I give her what she’s asking for, driving into her with increasing force while she meets every thrust. I thrust rapidly in and outas she strains to meet me, matching my pace. The sound of our bodies meeting fills the room, along with her soft cries and my own harsh breathing.
I reach between us to stroke her clit, making her sob as she clenches around me again. She’s so slick that my fingers easily stroke her, and it only takes a couple of flicks against the sensitive nub for her to fall apart.
She comes with a shout, her pussy clenching around me as she cries out my name. The feeling of her pulsing around my cock, combined with the look of pure pleasure on her face, sends me over the edge. I thrust into her one final time and let go completely, spilling my seed inside her with a groan that comes from somewhere deep in my chest.
Pump after pump. It feels so good to fill her tight body up. I can barely stand it.
Afterward, we lie together, both of us trying to catch our breath and comprehend what just happened. I pull her against my side, surprised by how natural it feels to hold her like this.
“I don’t know what that was...” she starts, then trails off.
“Not part of the business arrangement,” I finish with a husky laugh.
“Definitely not.” She moves her hand over my heart, feeling the rapid beat. “So, what does this mean?”
“I don’t know.” I’m surprisingly all right with that, at least in the blissful aftermath. “I don’t want to pretend it didn’t happen though.”
“Good, because I don’t think I could go back to being polite strangers after this.” She sounds certain as she snuggles closer.
I smile, but even as I hold her, doubts begin creeping in.
What the fuck am I doing?
This arrangement is too important to both our families to complicate with personal feelings. Sienna deserves better than someone who operates in my world, and I need to maintain the clear judgment that keeps my organization safe.
“I should go,” I say, pulling away and reaching for my clothes.
“Of course you should.” There’s confusion in her voice now, as if she’s trying to understand the sudden shift in my demeanor. “Back to business.”
I dress quickly, avoiding her eyes. “I’ll call you tomorrow. We can discuss the contracts then.”
