She wants this.
She wants me.
And I need her.
I need this, and I’m desperate to sear every moment I have with her into my memory, because while I know I feel something more, I also know that I have a life outside these walls that doesn’t care about lust and chemistry and connection.
Right now, we’re two people with complicated pasts, who owe one another nothing more than this moment. It’s a dangerous combination that urges me to take and take and take, because there’s a very good chance the world will get in our way of ever doing this again.
My hands eagerly find the rest of her corset and drag it down her body, hungrily watching her pussy come into full view.
My breath catches at the sight of her naked, splayed out before me, and I take a long moment just to stare at her.
“You’re goddamned beautiful,” I rasp.
I watch her chest rise and fall, followed by a pink blush that spreads beautifully across her body, leading my eyes to her slick center. From her eyes, to her skin, to the way she breathes, her arousal is evident, and my dick throbs knowing that it’s all for me.
I tear my gaze away from her pussy and meet her lust-filled eyes.
“Touch yourself,” I demand gruffly.
A flicker of hesitation crosses her face before she slowly slides her hand down her body and presses two fingers to her clit. Moaning, she gracefully arches off the bed as she caresses herself.
It’s heady.
Being this close and giving her all the power.
Watching her inhibitions slip away as she takes what she wants and gives in to the pleasure. Every part of me knows this isn’t something she does all the time. She wasn’t one to indulge. She wasn’t one to let loose. But for me, she was doing it, and I was staring at her, torn between wanting to watch her fall over the edge, or for me to be the one to lead her there.
Unable to keep my distance, I spread her legs farther apart and kiss my way up one of her thighs. Her body shudders the closer I get to where she’s touching, but instead of taking what I want, I turn my focus to her other thigh and drag my tongue over the expanse of her pebbled skin.
When I reach the dip in her leg, her movements slow down. I look up at her and she’s eyeing me curiously.
“What?” I ask innocently.
Wordlessly, I move her hand and slip her wet, slick fingers between my lips. She tastes like eagerness and excitement, and I want to drown in it. She drags her two digits from my mouth, and I lower my head to her pussy before she gets a chance to touch herself again.
A surprised gasp leaves her mouth when my tongue connects with her clit, her body coiling with anticipation at the contact. Wanting nothing more than to drive her wild, I let myself get lost in the taste and feel of her against my mouth.
Hands glide through my hair, gripping and pulling at the strands, as her hips buck up against me. Brazenly, she begs, “Please, Rio, I need to come.”
“Not yet, baby,” I taunt as I slowly push a finger into her tight heat. “I’m not done yet.”
Like an addict, my mouth returns to her pussy, needing more, sucking and licking the swollen nub. Adding another digit, I flick my wrist and shamelessly pump into her, ready for her to explode all over my fingers and tongue.
Her legs quiver around me as the slide in and out of her becomes frantic and full of purpose.
“Rio,” she cries out, tugging at my hair. “Rio. Rio. Rio.”
With my name falling from her lips like a chant, echoing around us, I feel her whole body tightening one last time before she cries out in pleasure, coming and pulsating on my mouth and around my fingers.
“Oh my God,” she expels, trying to catch her breath. “Oh my God.”
Untangling myself from the lower half of her body, I try to ignore the almost painful throb of my own arousal and crawl up and over her. Resting on all fours, I look down at her, and she throws an arm over her face in embarrassment.
“Hey,” I say with a chuckle, moving her arm and bringing her face back into view. “You okay?”
Disregarding my question, Blake’s eyes roam down my body, stopping at my hard-on and then making her way back up to meet my gaze.
“Are you okay?” I repeat.
“Are you?” she asks, extending her arm and palming my cock.
Even though I want nothing more than for her to touch me, I place my hand over hers and stop her. “I need inside you.”
It’s probably the most truthful thing I’ve ever said, because I do need inside her. Not only because I’m desperate to fuck her, but because I need to carve my own little spot inside her, so she remembers me just the way I’ll be sure to remember her.
A look of understanding washes over her as she drops her hand. The mood shifting to something a little more tense. A little more palpable. A lot more necessary.
Raising herself up on her elbows, she lifts her mouth and presses her lips to mine.
“Condom?”
Still kissing her, I reach for my wallet, dragging it out of my back pocket and throwing it on the bed beside her. Like we’ve done this a million times before, our lips are still locked as Blake finds the condom in my wallet.
When I hear the familiar tear of the foil, I pull away and stand to my full height. Naked, Blake scoots to the edge of the bed, just as I let my dress pants and boxers fall to the floor. Enamored, I watch her gaze take me in. She wraps her fingers around my stiff cock, and I feel myself jolt in her grasp. Her thumb circles the wet head of my dick, smearing my pre-come, and it takes everything in me not to stop her. Gazing up at me, she gives me a mischievous wink before teasing my crown with her tongue.
“Blake,” I growl in warning.
“Okay. Okay.” Laughing softly, she stops and tips her chin up at me. “Taste yourself.”
Greedily, I do, just as she so delicately rolls the condom down my length. Ready, I feel her falling back onto the bed, and my lips and my body chase her.
With my mouth melded to hers, I settle between her legs and gently sink myself inside her.
“God, Blake,” I breathe out. “I knew you’d feel good, but… fuck.”
Good was an understatement. Being inside Blake was phenomenal. It was no short of life-changing. And I didn’t care that I couldn’t explain why it felt so right; all I cared about was making it last.
Making it memorable.
Making her mine.
Not knowing what to do with the unexplainable need to have this woman, I bury my head in her neck and let myself get lost in her warmth instead. While my hips rock back and forth into her, I kiss and taste every stretch of skin within reach, my lips refusing to break the connection and my body begging to make it last.
Wordlessly, Blake hooks her legs around my waist, and we fall into a wordless rhythm of push and pull, our bodies tangled in a web of longing and lust that I feel in the echo of every stroke.
“Rio,” she pants. “It’s never…”
Her voice trails off, the words turning into a breathy moan, and I don’t need her to finish the sentence to know exactly how she feels. Because I’m right there with her, having this out-of-body experience where I can hardly recognize myself and the tidal wave of unexplained emotions coursing through me.
Our eyes connect as I pick up my pace, thrusting inside of her, long and deep. I refuse to look away, and from the way she’s staring back at me, she doesn’t want me to either. I piston my hips almost aggressively, panic and greed consuming me.