She likes it, too.
“Do you know how easy it would be,” I moan, and my voice is gravely and husky in her ear, “to fuck you in the ass from this position?”
I feel her tense, and there are goose bumps springing up over her neck and shoulders. I smile slightly – she’s never taken a cock up the ass before. My lips press against the skin below her ear.
“Not this time,” I whisper, and I feel her relax underneath me for a brief moment. My finger circles her clit again, and she cries out. Her body clamps down on my cock, and I push into her with a snarl. My thrusts are shallow but quick. I keep rhythm with my finger on her clit as I pound into her as hard as I physically can. Her cries come in time with the creak of the bed as I slam into her.
I can feel it coming – the tightness in my thighs and the squeezing sensation in my balls just before the wave cascades over me, leaving me grunting and holding my breath. I come hard and deep inside of her, arching my back a little to push in as far as I can. As the wave subsides, I drop onto her back and my breaths come in short, hot pants against the skin between her shoulder blades.
I stay there for a while, just listening to the sound of our breathing and waiting for my body to relax. My hand is caught between Lia and the mattress and is starting to go a bit numb. I like where I am though and don’t really want to change the position much. I settle for a slight roll to my side, pulling her body tight against mine until we’re in a classic spooning position.
Evan Arden – hit man gone spooner.
I almost laugh out loud.
Lia’s heart is still pounding as I hold her against my chest. She turns her head over her shoulder a little and looks me in the eye.
“That was…incredible,” she says through panting breaths.
I chuckle.
“I know.”
She laughs out loud.
“What do you mean, you know?”
I stare at her intently, silently debating just how straightforward I want to be with a woman who literally stumbled into my life barely a few hours ago. If I tell her, it will reveal quite a bit about me – an aspect I tend to keep to myself – to an almost perfect stranger.
A stranger who just had his cock inside her…
Well…yes.
Still, there are people I have known for years who don’t know about how much detail my mind seems to pick up and categorize in a short amount of time. Deductive reasoning, Mother Superior had called it. She even made me read Arthur Conan Doyle books. Eventually I used it against her to get emancipated at the age of sixteen, and she was nearly ousted from the church altogether.
I realize Lia is still watching me and waiting for an answer, and I decide to throw a little caution to the wind.
“You like getting fucked hard,” I say with a small shrug.
“How do you know that?” she asks quietly.
“What? Aside from the massive orgasm you had?”
“Yes,” she replies, her voice still soft. “I mean, how did you know before? Before you…um…started?”
I shut my eyes for a moment and try not to sigh too loudly.
“You really want to hear this?”
She hesitates but answers in the affirmative.
Who am I to argue?
“Aside from the obvious bullshit nature of the story you gave me when you got here,” I start, “the ring f
inger of your left hand still has the indent of a ring you wore for a long time – either engagement or wedding – whatever it was. You were too tight to have been having sex regularly, which means even though you were still wearing your ring recently, you weren’t getting it on with your fiancé or husband. You’re a little timid, which means he was abusive to you – maybe not physically because I don’t see any evidence of that – but at least mentally or emotionally. Guys that are shits to their women tend to feel bad about it, so when he tried to make up for whatever shit he did to you, he’d make slow love to you as a way of apology. You probably grew to associate that kind of sex with the shitty apologies he never really meant, so as sweet as he wanted it to be, it left you feeling emotionally empty inside. That’s why all you want now is to be fucked.”
I open my eyes and look into her shocked expression.