“Look at me.”
Her eyes find mine and I press my forehead against hers as my hand slides beneath the fabric of her panties, straight to her wet center. Her lips part and she gasps as my fingers slide softly between her folds. I want to tease her.
“You know you’ll never find another man who can please you like I can, Leigh.” Her lips part, her breathing growing faster as I gently slide the tip of my finger inside her heat.
“No man can make you come like I can, sweetheart. No man can have you wound so tightly with desire. No man can make you tremble and fall apart. No man can have you dripping with need like I do right now.”
I growl as I nip at her bottom lip, sucking it into my mouth as it takes over hers. I gently flick my tongue against hers before delving inside. I plunge my finger into her, her head falling forward as her hands grab at me frantically.
She moans, panting my name is I plunge a second finger into her wetness. The sounds her lips and body are making are driving me wild and I feel like my cock is about to tear through the zipper of my slacks.
Her fists tighten with handfuls of my shirt as she bites down on her bottom lip, her eyes squeezed shut as her orgasm washes over her. Her legs shake as she rides out the waves of pleasure, collapsing against my chest when it subsides.
But the moment only lasts briefly before she’s straightening out her clothes and stepping out of my embrace, shame or disappointment washing over her face.
“Leigh,” I reach out and touch her hand, but she walks past me.
“I know you want me, Grant. I know we’re great in bed, but that’s not what this is about.” She doesn’t look at me and just continues to walk around and finish picking up empty bottles and cups, shoving them into a trash bag.
I know she’s hurting and I want her to trust that I want more than that too. I step to the chairs in the corner and begin to fold them to put them away.
“What would we have named the baby?”
The room grows silent. The plastic bag she’s carrying stops rustling and her footsteps still.
“Don’t do that, Grant.”
“Don’t do what?” I turn to look at her, but she’s staring at the bag in her hand.
“Don’t try to turn this into something it isn’t. Don’t try to—”
I slam the chair I’ve just folded against the others leaning on the wall, the loud crash startling her. Her eyes snap to mine and I can tell she sees the anger in them.
“What about my feelings on all of it, Leigh? Hmm? I lost a baby too. I know you were the one who felt it more—who lost more—but don’t act like I can’t grieve this too.”
Her eyes are the size of quarters and her mouth pops open like she’s about to say something, then it snaps closed again.
I step around the chairs to lock the door to the building before turning my gaze back to her. She’s still standing there gripping the bag. I step toward her, taking it out of her hand and placing it on the floor.
“Come here,” I say as I step toward her and hold out my hand. She looks at me then down at my hand. “Now,” I snap, and she obeys.
I walk us into one of the studios, flicking on the dimmable switch to a soft glow. I shut the door behind us. I place my hands in my pockets and walk around her.
“I’m done playing games with you, Leigh. We’re going to have a serious, adult conversation about us. About what I want. You understand?” She nods. “Tell me you understand,” I say as I stop in front of her.
“I understand.” Her voice is soft, with a touch of uncertainty in it, and I like it that way.
“I’m not going to sugarcoat anything. We’re both adults. You told me to think about what I wanted with us.” I step closer to her, reaching down to slowly unbutton her blouse. Her eyes fall to my fingertips but she doesn’t tell me to stop.
I finish undoing the buttons and slide the shirt down her arms and onto the floor. The button on her pants is still undone from where I got her off only moments ago. I drag the zipper down the pants before sliding them over her perky ass and down her sculpted thighs. They pool at her feet and I grab her hand, helping her step out of them.
She’s standing in the room in only her sheer white lace bra and thong. I can see her nipples poking through the material and I bend my head, sucking each one into my mouth. She gasps as I swirl my tongue around each hard nub before releasing it.
I reach behind her, undoing the clasp and tossing the bra on the floor before repeating the process with her panties. I step behind her, cupping her bare breasts in my hands as I turn her to face the mirrored wall.
“Look at yourself,” I murmur as I play with her nipples, rubbing my fingertips over them, around them—pulling and tugging on them. I don’t break eye contact with her.
“I’m going to take my clothes off in a second and then I’m going to put you on one of these Pilates machines and I’m going to fuck you seven ways from Sunday. You understand me?”
She nods her head and I step away from her, removing my clothes in seconds. She watches as my cock springs free from my pants, already glistening with precum. I step toward her, walking her back until she hits the mirrored wall.
“But first, I want you on your knees. I’m going to look down my body and watch as you take my cock in your mouth, okay? I’m going to fuck these pretty little lips first.” I drag the tip of my thumb across her bottom lip, her pink tongue shooting out to lick where my finger just was.
I grip the back of her neck, pulling her mouth to mine to kiss her heatedly before pulling her away and slowly lowering her to her knees. I place my palms flat against the glass as she does what I tell her. Her tongue darts out, licking at me teasingly before I’m gripping the base and pressing past her lips and down her throat.
I’m rough and I know it. I can hear her gagging and choking as I thrust myself into her over and over again. I’m so close and I can feel my balls tightening as I grunt. I look down at her and see tears at the corners of her eyes as she grips my hips and takes me deeper.
I pull out abruptly, pulling her up by her elbows and spinning her around to face the mirror.
“Palms on the glass,” I command before grabbing her waist and pulling her feet back so her legs are parted and her back is curved, pushing her ass out. I drop down to my knees behind her, gripping her ass and spreading it so I can lean in and lick up her slick folds.
“Gaah!” Her face is pressed against the mirror as I continue my assault on her soaking wet pussy.
“Fuck!” I shout as I bury my face deeper in her, lapping at her relentlessly until she’s spasming around my tongue, her sweet juices flooding my mouth.
“You have the juiciest, sweetest pussy,” I murmur as I stand, kissing her up her ass, her back, and all the way to her neck.
“I need more,” she says as she releases her hands from the mirror and tries to turn to face me, but I grab her hands and plant them back on the wall.
“We’re not done talking yet, Leigh,” I say through gritted teeth, because the self-control I’m hanging on to by a thread right now is wearing seriously thin. My cock bobs at her ass cheeks, threatening to part them and enter her from behind.
“I told you we’re going to have an adult conversation about what I want.” I place my hands on her waist, gripping her tightly. “Look at me,” I say, and her eyes meet mine in the reflection of the mirror.