Page 80 of Release Me
‘Are you telling me you’re not ready? Because your pussy is telling me something else entirely.’ I reach for her breasts, marvelling at them through the moonlight.
A low moan slips from her lips as I slide my dick along between her slick folds. ‘You don’t play fair,’ she complains.
‘Actually, I do. And I always will be fair with you. I promise you that. But if you’re serious about not wanting anything else to happen between us, you should probably get off me right now, because knowing you’re in my bed, naked and wet is nearly enough to make me come alone.’
‘What I want and what I should do are two very different things.’ Her voice is thick with desire.
‘In my house. You’re the queen. You get whatever you want. You want me to make you come? I’ll do it. You want me to hold you and listen to some old lady tell us we’re a gift to the world, I’ll do that too. All I want is for you to be happy.’
‘You make me happy,’ she whispers.
‘Ditto, my darling.’
She raises her hips then, our eyes lock through the dim light as she slides down over my cock, taking me in one life-affirming inch at a time. No matter how many times I have her, it’ll never be enough.
‘You feel so good,’ she moans, grinding against me.
‘Ride my cock, baby. Ride me anyway you want. I’m yours.’ She arches forward then so her furled nipples brush against my chest. Her lips find mine as she works me in a slow, sensual rhythm. It’s completely different from earlier at the bar. It’s like we’re the only two people left on this earth, connected in the most primal way.
I sweep my tongue through her mouth, savouring every second. She tastes like champagne and sin. It feels so right, how can it be wrong? I stroke her breasts, her hair, herbackside, then finally, when I can’t hold on any longer, I reach between our bodies until I find her clit. She straightens then, sitting up to give me the access I need to play with her.
‘You’re so fucking beautiful, baby.’ She needs to know. I bethenever told her.
‘You’re the baby.’ A grin tugs at her lips. ‘I’m five years older than you,’ she reminds me.
‘A fact which I happen to find hot as fuck.’ I brush my thumb over her clit again and again and again until her core clenches my cock in a vice-like grip. She tips her head back, screams my name and convulses on top of me as her release ravages her.
I can’t hold back. My own orgasm tears through me as I jerk into her, giving her everything I’ve got. ‘Fuck.’ It’s on the tip of my tongue to say those three little words but I manage to hold them back. I don’t want to terrify her on the first night.
She collapses on top of me, burying her face in my neck. ‘How the hell am I supposed to ever go home?’
‘You’re not. It’s all part of my wicked plan. Woo you with orgasms.’
‘What about food?’ She teases. ‘You know I’m all about the pancakes too.’
‘That I can do.’ I stocked up after the last time, just in case. ‘Now?’ I offer. ‘Are you hungry?’
‘In the morning,’ she mumbles, rolling off me and settling into the crook of my arm. Her cheek nestles against my chest, and it feels like the most natural position in the world.
I’m about to ask her if she wants me to put on one of her sleep meditations when I notice the change in her breathing pattern. It’s slow and deep.
She’s asleep.
For some reason, that makes me smile. I press a gentle kiss to her forehead. ‘Goodnight, my love.’ I might not beable to say it to her when she’s awake, but I have no problem if she hears it in her dreams. She snuggles closer and sighs contentedly.
I blink hard, squinting through the early morning sunlight leaking through the blinds. Rebekka is lying on her side next to me, her hand tucked beneath her cheek on top of the pillow. There’s an unreadable expression on her face.
‘Staring at someone while they’re asleep is kind of creepy.’ I smile, reaching for her beneath the covers. ‘I should know; I spent hours staring at you last night.’
‘Always the joker. Don’t tell me you’re one of those cheerful freaks who bounce around bright eyed and bushy-tailed in the morning.’ A small smile touches her lips as she stretches an arm above her head.
‘Better than being just the joke.’ I shrug. ‘Which is what usually happens in my family. And no, I’m not usually this cheerful, but waking up to your stunning face has that effect on me.’
‘You’re such a charmer.’ She rolls her eyes, digging her teeth into her lower lip.
‘I won’t tell you the other effect it has on me.’ I bite back my grin.
‘If it’s the steel pole digging into my stomach, I’m well aware.’ Her eyes flare.
