Page 23 of Long for Me
My dick hardened further and I swiveled my hips as she moved her ankles off me.
“I think I hate you,” she whispered.
I pulled out and slammed inside. “Yeah, I don’t think that’s quite true.”
To keep her quiet, I leaned down, slammed my mouth against hers and kissed her. Jesus. She took everything I gave her. I could get lost in the feel of her.
I moved, thrusting inside her while I fucked her mouth with my tongue. With my hand around her wrist, the rapid beat of her pulse increased. “So damn good,” I groaned against her mouth.
Her slick, warm heat sucked me in like a vice, wrapped around me every time I withdrew like the last thing her body wanted was to be without me. I was relentless in my pursuit of her, my mouth devoured her until her scent and her taste consumed me. She wiggled against my grip, and I let go with one of my hands so I could play with her tits.
I lifted one of her breasts and sucked her nipple into my mouth.
“Shit! Mr. Ashby!” She cried out, arched into me and splintered.
Her body quaked as an orgasm hit her hot and fast. Her pussy clamped around my dick, sucked me in and hugged me so tightly I was at risk of having my brains sucked out through my cock.
“Fuck,” I groaned, riding her orgasm, jaw clenching while I watched her.
Sublime. She was fucking exquisite.
“Get your eyes on me,” I growled.
Her amber eyes flashed wide, eyelids heavy. “Watch me come, Rebecca. Watch what you do to me.”
My hips pistoning with rapid thrusts, I shook the bed, slammed her headboard against the wall and pushed myself deep inside her.
I came, groaning her name. The taste of her was so deep inside me, her eyes flashing in awe, I knew it’d take a lifetime to dig her out of me.
* * *
After the first time I came, I cleaned both of us up. I took the washcloth back to the bathroom, tossed it on the counter and when I returned, she’d rolled to her stomach. One leg bent, one of her hands under her cheek, she watched me stroll back into her room. Her gaze dropped to my dick and under her lust-ridden gaze, it hardened.
I stroked it twice, walked to the bed and growled. “On your knees, ass in the air.” I had a sudden need to taste her all over again and as she listened, I climbed on the bed, slid beneath her, pulled her hips down to my mouth andateher.
And fuck. Her taste, her whimpers. The way she gripped the sheets and sighed, moaned when I hit the perfect spots of her.
She came wildly. Tiny, high-pitched whimpers ripped from her throat, I wanted to hear reverberating in my ears for as long as I could hear.
I took her again, and again, came so many times I wasn’t sure I had anything left to give her, but every time she matched me. Cried my name, stared deep into my eyes when I commanded, and then, when it was done...
She thanked me.
Fucking thanked me like we’d had a business dinner.
She wrapped a robe around her, belting it at the waist like she was locking me out.
Multiple orgasms with Rebecca Morales was more than I ever expected it to be and it wasn’t because she submitted. It was because it was her. Sassy and sweet and greedy and giving.
“Well, uhm. Thank you for tonight.” She couldn’t have made her discomfort more obvious.
Another damn thank you. I didn’t want her gratitude. I wanted her to offer herself to me.
I should have comforted her and reassured her, but I was just as thrown off my game. I’d been with enough women over the years to know that a woman like Rebecca didn’t come along very often.
And as much as I wanted, was looking for that woman, she’d shown no indication she wanted to be that. I was smart enough to know when I’d met my match.
I opened her front door, curled my hand around it and looked back at her over my shoulder. “Good night, Rebecca.”
“See you later, Bennett.”
Ah, fuck it. I was never one to back down from a match or a competition. “Happy New Year, Miss Morales. I hope this year is your best one yet. I have a feeling it will be.”
Her lips parted in shock and I walked through the door, shutting it behind me before she could argue with me.
