“You are doing very well without me egging you on,” Her fingers curled on his shoulders and she moved her body restlessly. “Please just continue.”
He did. Wedging his knee between her legs, he pulled her nipple into his mouth – hard enough to move her back off the bed. He cupped her shaved pubis, pressing down hard enough to feel the tremors. He wanted to get her off the way he had done at the hotel, but his cock was straining against the skin. Letting go of her nipple, he guided his penis inside her moist warmth, his teeth gritted as she fitted around him like a glove. Taking both of her hands, he lifted them above her head and held them with one hand as he sank deep into her. His breathing was frantic, his body hot and fevered and he could not control the emotions churning.
“Let go of my hands!” She moaned as she moved restlessly beneath him.
“In a minute….” He brushed his lips against hers and had no choice but to move with her.
When he did, the thick length of his penis brushing against the walls of her vagina, feelings exploded between them. Athena bucked at him, matching his thrust with hers. Her legs lifted to wrap around his waist, her body heaving towards his. She twisted her wrists from his hold, and he let her go because he wanted to guide the movements by grabbing her hips. Athena wrapped her hands around his neck and took his lips with hers. He pounded into her, his movements urgent and rough. Her blunt nails clawed at his shoulders as she arched and mirrored his movement. He was pounding at her so hard that her head touched the headboard. Athena lifted her legs and planted them into the small of his back. The climax was brutal, taking them by surprise as they tumbled together, clinging to each other. Dragging his mouth away from hers, he bent his forehead to hers and tried to breathe through his teeth. His heart was hammering inside his chest, his skin was clammy with sweat and he was not in control of his emotions. Athena stretched beneath him, her fingers running down his back.
“Well.” She left the rest of the sentence unsaid.
He was hoping that she would not tell him to leave because in no way was he ready.
She studied his face, her eyes wandering over the contoured cheeks, the straight nose and the natural honey blonde hair. She had certainly picked a doozy! She was not against being with white men but had never gone out of her way to do so. And this one was the golden boy of multibillionaire parents. It did not matter to her because she had the intention that this was going to be a onetime thing. But that was just it though – she had never slept with a man she just met, and she was certainly not used to being with a man just one time and then move on. She was not that type. “I need water.” She told him.
“You want me to get off you?”
Her finely arched brows lifted. “Do you want me to answer that question?”
“I guess not.” He shifted and thrust into her. “I am still hard.”
“Good for you. Now get off. I….“ She let out a long moan as he reached between them and rubbed his fingers against her mound. “Dammit!” she dragged his head down and bit into his sensuous bottom lip, sending jolts straight to his testicles. He felt the blood gathering inside his cock and knew that he was climaxing again or on the verge of doing so. He increased the pace of his finger and within seconds she as exploding against him.
She waited a few minutes until their ardor had cooled down and her heartbeat was not so crazy before she pushed at him. She had lost count of the number of orgasms that he had wrung from her and refused to think about the significance of it. She had never been promiscuous even though it was a given in her line of work to be with several different men. She valued herself too much and had been taught well by her mother. She was not a prude – that much she knew; but believed in being discriminating when it came to choosing her partner. There had been two in total – granted, there had been men she had necked in the vehicle with, but that had been as far as she went. If it did not feel right, she would call a halt immediately. One guy, an up and coming actor had been offended that she was not dazzled enough to let him have sex with her in his Porsche and had kicked up a stink when she had told him she to stop and had tried to force her to do his will. He had been shocked when she used her moves to knee him in the balls. She could take care of herself and as a woman venturing into the world of modeling; she had made sure of that. She had also firmly blocked advances from producers and cameramen and told them that she did not eat where she crapped. But never had she just met a man and slept with him on the first meeting. Never had she felt such animal magnetism either and that deserved a hell of a lot of thinking!
Chapter 4
Alan stretched full-length on the bed and clasped his hands behind his head as he stared up at the plain ceiling. She had been gone for a couple of minutes and he was wondering if she was going through regret. He had never done this before. This was a lot of firsts for him – his first time being with a black woman; the first time he had slept with a woman without protection. He was Alan McGregor, heir to the vast McGregor Empire and he had to be cautious and he had always been. Besides, he had never been tempted to act the way he had acted with a woman before. This had been a crazy ride and the scary thing was that he was afraid that it could not be a one-time thing. He wanted her even now. He glanced down the length of his body to see that he was getting hard again.
Maybe he could suggest that they indulged in a secret affair. He could pick out an apartment from the many they owned, and they could meet there whenever they had a chance. It would be uncomplicated, and they would go on until they got it out of their systems. No whiff of it could reach his parents or the press or they would have a field day with it. There was no thought of them going public but that was beside the point because it would be just a fling. But he was wondering if his body got the picture.
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Athena sat with the glass of water between her hands, a pensive expression on her narrow face. She had had to get out of there and she was giving it a few minutes before she told him that he had to leave. The silk robe slid off her left shoulder as she lifted her hand to massage the knot at her neck. She was sophisticated and knew that she could deal with this crazy one-night stand and get on with her life. So she had banged a rich white guy who was still in a relationship. Okay, she could get past that. She had not been thinking – could not think actually because as soon as he touched her she was lost. That had certainly never happened to her before! She was always in control and whenever it was time for her to get out of the relationship, she would do so immediately. This should be no different. There was no way there would be a repeat performance. This was going to be it. She was so lost in thought that she did not realize that he was standing just inside the doorway until he spoke, his deep voice sending shivers along her spine. “I had to come and find you.”
She lifted the glass and swallowed some of the water.