I’m up in the air then on my bed. Chris is tearing my blouse off me, and I hear buttons skittering around on the floor. Vaguely, I wonder what kind of a dent he’s going to make in my wardrobe. Then I don’t care as he pushes into me, damn it, I missed it again. Oh, I don’t care, yes.
The world moves again as Chris pulls me into his arm, then my back is against the wall. His thrust sends me against the cool hard surface, but it barely registers. My whole being is centered on Chris inside me. How he feels bigger in this position, I don’t know; all I know is the immense size of him inside me. Too much, oh hot, so hot, I can’t take him in this position until he moves out of me and my whole body buckles at the loss of him.
“Oh, yes,” I scream when he thrusts back inside me, back where he belongs, filling me as he grinds against my clit at the same time. His hands are on my ass, his grip tight as he squeezes my flesh in time with his strokes. All the stimulation is driving me crazy. More, faster, I need to come.
I want to kill him when he laughs against my neck as he sucks on the hollow above my heartbeat. The silky hair on his chest is torturing my breasts, round, full, greedy for his mouth, his touch. Oh fuck, Chris moves me, my shoulders barely touch the wall and I’m impaled on him. It’s everything I feared it would be and every wish I never knew I had. I’m clutching at him as I start to break apart. Faster, yes, right there, right there, oh yes. My head hits the wall with a thump. Ouch. As soon as I feel it I forget it as I take in the sight of Chris. Beautiful, so beautiful my heart aches to see his face hard, his eyes a storm as he moves faster inside me. Without thought, I reach up to touch his cheek. His eyes close as he rubs against my hand. From deep inside me, he thickens then thrusts hard, again and again and, oh god, again.
I hum in pleasure as I savor the wet heat 0f him inside me. Chris seems to do the same as he moves slowly, so slowly inside me. “You don’t clean me out. My come stays inside you tonight so you know, feel who you belong to when men stare at you, wanting you.”
How does something so completely dirty sound hot as fuck when he says it? I nod as I kiss him, sealing my agreement. His phone goes off, reminding us of the world outside of us. I love the way he clearly hates it as much as I do.
Carefully, he lets my feet touch the floor. Once I’m steady, he smacks my ass. Ouch. “Get ready, sugar. Nothing too sexy or I don’t care how nicely you ask, we stay home.”
I go into my walk-in closet. What in the world do I wear to a strip club? And not too sexy? I’m not sure I understand the instruction. Hmm...ooh, this one. It’s an off-the-shoulder cashmere sweater dress in a deep plum. Since it’s a size too small for my fat—um, me, it might just be sexy enough. I find a new bra and panties, blushing as I feel the hot, sticky essence of Chris inside me. He’s so dirty. Once I’m dressed I’m trying to figure out which heels I can wear without ending the night in tears.
“Sugar, what’s taking so long?”
“Ugh, I’m not done yet. I still have to do my hair.” I turn as Chris walks into my closet.
His eyes darken as he shakes his head. “Nope, too fucking sexy, take it off. Too much skin, your legs are...damn. You haven’t worn a skirt before.”
I laugh at the way he says it, like it’s an accusation. “Because it’s twenty degrees outside and I’m at work. I also was embarrassed about the scar on my leg.”
His hands go to my hips, then he pulls me against him. Is he still hard or is he hard again? I don’t really care. “I’m glad you don’t care about the scar anymore, I sure as hell don’t. I care about the skin. This dress shows every damn curve too. No, these are my curves to enjoy.”
Hearing him talk as if I’m a stunning goddess who can compete with half-naked strippers puts a grin on my face I can’t take off. “You’re crazy, there will be half-naked women all around us. Men will not be looking at me. I’ll put on some yoga pants and thigh-high boots. Wait until you say no.”
He shakes his head as he runs his hand through his hair. “Let me see you completely dressed.”
I hated it when he called me adorable, but I get it now. He’s absolutely adorable when he’s trying to be tough. Grabbing the yoga pants, I pull them on with his eyes watching my every move. I snag the least painful thigh-high boots I own. Ever since the accident heels are a hard no since they hurt my knee and hip. This one is only two inches and it’s a stacked heel, so I’m hoping it won’t hurt too badly. Done, I stand with my hands on my hips. I bat my eyes at him as I reach for the sweater he’s wearing to bring him closer. “Please.” I whisper against his lips as I rise up on my tiptoes. Mmm...I love how big he is, so strong, with all his yummy muscles, yet he’s gentle with me.
With a twist of his head he deepens the kiss. I will never stop loving the way he kisses. I’m dizzy when he lifts his head. “Okay, ten minutes. I like your hair the way it is. Don’t flat iron it again.”
He’s so bossy. I escape to the bathroom while I tell myself I don’t love it as much as I do. Holy freaking crap. The bruises on my neck are starting to show in technicolor. Chris is a savage, there is no way I can cover this up. I have all the makeup I need but it will take forever. “Chris!”
In the mirror I see him lazily make his way down the hall before stopping in the doorway, leaning against it with a double dimple smile. His hands are in his pockets as if he doesn’t have a care in the world. “You screamed, sugar.”
Don’t look directly at the dimples, I’m still mad at him. “What the hell did you do to my neck? Are you a vampire or something? I can’t go out like this. It’s going to take forever to cover up.”
He shrugs. “I might have gotten a little carried away. You aren’t covering it up.” I turn to argue, my mouth open, until with three very slow steps he’s in in front of me, leaning down over me. His hands are still in his pockets, yet his relaxed air doesn’t lessen the clear command vibrating from him. “Everyone needs to see my mark on you.” I am not wet at his words, damn it, yes I am. “Either we go the
way you are or we don’t go at all.”
Damn, he makes the promise of staying home and getting lost in him appealing. Except, I’m thinking long-term, for when my shiny new appeal wears off. How do I keep him from going back to the strippers? The only way to know for sure is to figure out why he went there in the first place. “Two minutes, let me at least brush out my hair and do my makeup.”
“Two minutes.” He winks as he walks away.
Dear lord, he’s too sexy for words. Four minutes later, I’m locking my condo. “Wait, are we coming back to my place or are you dropping me off?”
“You’re sleeping at my place.”
“Then let me grab something to wear so I don’t have to come back in the morning, like I did today. Since we’ll be out late, and you don’t drink, why don’t you drive us in my car?”
With a shrug, he nods. “If you want.”
After I grab an outfit, stuffing it in an overnight bag, I take Chris through to the garage. Pressing the button on the key fob to unlock the car, I hand it over as the car does the light then beep thing. “I never drive this thing.”
“A Ferrari California? Really?”