“But I warn you,” he continues, “your neighbors will know my name after tonight.”
I shudder at the promise in his voice and tease, “Your first or last name?”
“Both. And you, Pippa Bennett… You will forget your own name.”
“Good.” I fist his shirt, drawing him closer to me. “That’s what I want. To forget everything.” Realizing how this might sound, I add, “I mean, I’m not planning to use you….”
He caresses my hair. “You can use me all you want, darlin’. However and in whatever position you want.”
“Don’t go all yoga on me.” I slap his shoulder playfully. “I want sex, not acrobatics.”
“That was a straightforward command.”
Taking his hand, I lead us to my bedroom and turn on the lamp on my nightstand. The smell of jasmine and honey fills the space from the incense I often use in this room. All my senses are on hyper alert.
***
Eric
The fly of my pants is nearly bursting. I need her, right now. Cupping her cheeks, I capture her mouth hungrily. With every inch of her lips I claim, she places more of her trust in me. Gripping her waist, I guide us both backward until we reach the bed. Pippa lowers herself on it, peering up at me.
I put one knee on the bed, then lower myself until my face is level with hers. “You’re the best thing that has happened to me in a long time, Pippa,” I say, and she simply nods, smiling. “I want you naked.”
“Back at you,” she whispers.
I yank away her dress and underwear within seconds, congratulating myself for not ripping apart either. Pippa’s fingers work furiously on the buttons of my shirt. When she’s done undoing them, she pushes it down my arms and away. I kick off my pants and boxers myself, then push Pippa on her back, climbing in bed next to her. Fisting her hair, I tilt her head so I can kiss her jaw, descending to her neck and further down, lingering on her breasts. I knead them with my palm, then swipe my tongue on the underside. I move further south, kissing around her navel. Laughter bubbles out of her. God, I love this sound. I’d do anything to keep this woman happy and make sure no one hurts her again.
Flicking my tongue over one of her delicious nipples, I part her knees with my hands. She lets them fall to the side without inhibition, opening for me. Surrendering to me. Fuck, that’s a turn-on. I drop my hand between her thighs, running my fingers up and down her ripe flesh as Pippa wraps her palm around my erection, moving her hand up, running her thumb over the tip.
I groan loudly, and she bites my shoulder. “You are so beautiful. I want to worship every inch of you.”
But I’m about to lose control. My voice is hoarse as I peer at her. I give her a quick chaste kiss before lowering myself to her thighs, peppering her legs with kisses until I reach her ankles. I observe with satisfaction her toes curling. Pushing myself up on my knees, I take a second to admire her. She’s on her back, spread open, the glistening heat between her thighs signaling she’s ready for me. I grab the pants I discarded next to the bed, looking for my wallet, and take out a condom.
“I had bought some too.”
While I roll the condom on, Pippa pushes her hips forward.
“Not so fast.” I grab her hips with my hands, pinning her to the bed. “I’m not done teasing you, love.”
“Not fair,” she whispers.
“I like seeing you like this. On edge.”
With the last vestiges of self-control, I place the tip of my erection on her clit, circling it while she writhes and moans.
“Eric.” She arches up, closing her eyes. When I slap my tip across her pink flesh, she gasps, and her thighs wobble slightly. Her folds are clenching, and she cradles me between her thighs, unleashing my primal instincts. Unable to resist any longer, I slide over her, prop myself on one forearm, and drive into her warm and welcoming flesh.
“Pippa.” I grit my teeth, the sensation of her tight passage clenching around me undoing me. She grips my arms with her hands as if needing to ground herself. I watch her the entire time; I don’t think I’ll ever tire of watching her. I want to know everything she likes, everything that brings her pleasure, and give that to her.
She throws her head back as I ease in and out of her. Breathing in harshly through my nose, I grasp at my self-control. She comes undone before me, and I want to imprint the sight on my retinas.
Balancing myself on one forearm over her, I level my lips to her breasts, taking one nipple into my mouth and flicking the other one with my fingers. Pippa’s hips buck off the bed, writhing underneath me.
Abruptly, I pull out, grabbing her ankles and placing them on my shoulders. I lift her ass, shoving a pillow under it. Then I enter her to the hilt until my balls slap against her ass.
“Oh, God,” she cries out. “This… Too much.”
“You like it, deep like this?” I ask through gritted teeth.