Page 47 of The Husband Contract
“I’m glad,” he says, and I watch as he takes a sip from his own glass. “I am happy that you’re here with me.”
“I am happy to be here with you, as well.”
“Do you know that you are everything I've ever wanted in a woman?”
“You don’t know that,” I say, shaking my head. “You don’t even really know me. This is just sexual attraction.”
“I feel it, Willow.” He steps forward. “I mean, of course, I feel the sexual attraction, but I feel something deeper than that. I'm sure you feel the same way, don’t you?”
“I mean, I feel like I'm in a fairy tale,” I admit honestly. “I’ve had an interesting life, and I feel like I’m finally being rewarded for being a good person.”
“Yes,” he says slowly. “I’m sure that you got to where you are because you’re a good person.”
I stare at him and watch as he takes another step forward. He grabs the champagne flute from my hands, takes another sip, and places it down on the table next to the food. He pulls me into him. My breasts crush against his hard chest. His lips press against mine, and I run my fingers across his shoulders, breathing him in. He smells like oak, cedar, whisky, and all things masculine. I feel his hands running down the back of my dress toward my ass and squeezing. He pushes me into him, and I feel a hardness pressed against my belly.
I’m ready for whatever the night may bring.
We kiss passionately. Our kiss feels never-ending, and then he steps back. I watch as he takes his shirt off and throws it to the ground, and I pull up my dress and throw it onto the chair. He takes a big gasp as he stares at me and the sexy lingerie I’m wearing. My bra is see-through, and the thong leaves nothing to the imagination. I step forward and unclasp his belt, sliding it off and throwing it to the ground, and then I watch as he undoes his pants and steps out. He’s in his tight, white boxers, and I run my fingers down his abs.
He groans as he grabs my hand and pulls me towardthe bed. He lifts me up slightly and places me on it. His eyes are dark, veiled. His throat is husky as he looks at me.
“Such a beautiful sight,” he says. As he presses his lips to my neck, I close my eyes and take in the moment. I feel his fingers on my shoulders, pulling my bra straps down, and finally pulling my bra off. His tongue trails across my skin, and I feel his teeth on my nipple, tugging. I cry out a moan.
It’s been such a long time since anyone’s touched me, and I can’t quite believe that I’m here with him. I barely know him, but we’re making love, and it feels marvelous. I never thought I could be the sort of woman who would go to bed with a man I just met, but I don’t care. I love being in this moment with him.
I feel his fingers along the side of my waist, moving down to my hips, and then he grabs the sides of my thong and pulls it down past my thighs, past my calves, and slips them off my ankles. He spreads my legs, and my eyes fly open as I feel his mouth on my inner thighs, sucking and teasing, tugging and pulling. I can feel myself growing wet, and I lick my lips nervously.
“Are you okay, Willow?” he says, gazing into my eyes, his fingers running down the side of my face.
I nod softly. “I’m more than okay.”
He grins and jumps up, and I watch as he pulls his boxers down. His large, thick cock stands before him, and I swallow hard. I don’t know if he’ll fit inside of me.
He chuckles slightly as he sees the look on my face. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle. At least I will the first time.” I laugh, and he stares at me.
“What’s so funny?” There’s a glint in his eyes as if he doesn’t quite understand.
“I like your confidence. I like how you’re so smooth,” I say, reaching up and grabbing the back of his neck, pullinghim down toward me. “You’re not who I expected you to be, Sebastian.”
“I could say the same thing about you, Willow.”
He runs his fingers across the side of my breasts and plays with my nipples before sliding his right hand down between my legs. He rubs me gently. He groans as he feels my wetness, and as he slips two fingers inside of me, I cry out. He’s soft, and then faster. When his thumb plays with my clit, I feel my body shaking.
“Not yet, darling,” he says, kissing the side of my face and pulling his fingers out. I feel his lips on mine again, and now he’s on top of me. I wrap my legs around his waist, staring up into his eyes.
“You’re a dangerous woman.”
“And you’re a dangerous man,” I say. He bites down on his lip. He’s still for a few moments.
“Are you on the pill?” he asks, and I nod. He grins before kissing the side of my face.
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” he says, and before I can ask him what he means, he thrusts inside of me hard and fast, and we both cry out.
“Oh, fuck,” I say, my fingernails digging into his back.
“You like that, do you?” he says as he slides out and thrusts into me again. He moves fast. He’s not trying to be gentle, and I don’t care because I love the feel of him inside of me. He grabs my legs and pulls them over his shoulders, and then he moves at a speed unlike any I’ve ever known. He slams inside of me so that I feel fuller than I’ve ever felt in my life. My breasts bounce, and my eyes never leave his.
It’s a surreal moment. It’s a fairy tale come true, and as I orgasm, I scream, grateful that the hotel is not packed and that no one can hear me. When he slams hard and fast into me one final time, I feel him explode insideof me. He leans down and kisses the side of my face before he slowly pulls out.
