“I can’t.” She cups my face and stares into my eyes, gasping from exertion. “Don’t you get it?”
“Then why am I still chasing you?”
“Because you have an old lady fetish.”
I grip her neck and apply enough pressure to get her attention. “Age is a shallow measurement. Think deeper, Laynee.”
“You say deeper, and my mind turns into a gutter.” She pulls at my fingers on her throat. “How’s your balls?”
“Throbbing.” I trail my hand from her neck, over her breast, and drag down the bikini top, exposing her fleshy tit. “That maneuver was really badass, baby. Major turn on.”
She laughs, eyes sparkling in the lamp light. “Only you can take a shot below the belt and maintain an erection.”
“Only you can give me an erection.”
“You’re so full of shit.”
With a hard pinch, I tweak her nipple and continue downward, following the curve of her waist, her hip, and her flat stomach, before sinking my fingers beneath the scrap of her swimsuit bottoms. The material is cold and wet from my dripping shorts, and goosebumps pebble her flesh. She’s shivering, and not in a good way.
In a blur of movement, I strip us both out of the wet clothes and carry her to the couch. Reclining on my back, I spread her nude body over the length of mine and rub my hands over her back and thighs, warming her satiny skin.
She feels like heaven in my arms. Every caress fuels my desire for her. Pulsing heat surges through my cock, making me harder, hungrier. Her breathing increases, quickening my own breaths. I can’t stop myself from gripping the base of my cock and guiding it toward her soft hot center. I desperately need to be inside her. But in the back of my mind, there’s a conversation on pause. A necessary conversation.
“Tell me why I feel like I’m still chasing you.” I roll my hips beneath her, gliding the tip along her folds while plunging my fingers into her wet heat and teasing us both.
She swallows a moan and braces her hands on the cushion above my head. “We’re together…”
“But?”
Christ, she’s soaked. Throbbing around my fingers. So fucking ready to take my cock.
“This isn’t togetherness.” She lowers her forehead to mine. “Sex isn’t love, Decker. Not for men like you.”
I groan. “Men like me?”
Fuck, I try to make sense of her words, but my brain is operating on a single circuit. Hot naked woman. Wet pussy. Must thrust.
“Yes, men like you.” She pulls my hand out from between us and takes over, curling her fingers around me and adjusting the angle. “Men who can do this and walk away without giving the woman another thought.”
She lowers herself on my cock, and the tight clasp of her body sucks me in and zaps my ability to think.
“Ahhhh, fuck.” My muscles spasm against an onslaught of pleasure. “Fucking love your cunt, Laynee. Give me your mouth.” I reach for her neck to yank her closer.
She knocks my hand away. “We’re still talking.”
Why I thought I could hold a conversation while buried inside her is beyond me. All I want to do is flip her over and pound her into multiple orgasms.
After a few calming breaths, I remind myself I initiated this heart-to-heart. Because it’s important. Much more important than the unholy ache gathering in my balls.
“You’re crazy if you think I can walk away from this and never think of you again.” I brush a thumb across her pouty lips. “I’m not sure I can walk away from you at all.”
“Why not?” She squints at me suspiciously and lowers her chest to mine, inadvertently rubbing her nipples against my skin. It’s fucking distracting.
“I’m really struggling to put two words together here.” My chuckle comes out as a pained groan.
“Try.” She grips my jaw, her expression intense. “Why don’t you think you can walk away?”
“Because this is different.” I hold her stare. “I know that sounds like a banal platitude, but it’s the truth. You are different.”
Her pussy clamps down on me, wrenching a guttural sound from my throat and begging me to thrust.
“Don’t do that.” I grab her ass and give her a hard warning squeeze. “No clenching.”
She laces her fingers together on my chest and props her chin on her hands, putting her sweet little mouth a kiss away. “Why is this different?”
“You’re killing me.” I lick my lips. “I’ve never had a conversation during sex. Nor have I ever fucked the same woman more than a couple times.”
Her expression darkens, and I realize that was the absolute wrong thing to say.
I cup the side of her face. “I’ve never cared about someone enough to commit to a relationship.”
“You committed to an agreement, Decker. One that gives you a monthly salary. And sex every day. And investors for your business venture.”
My jaw stiffens. “I hate that goddamn agreement because it makes you doubt what’s going on here. But I don’t regret signing it because it brought us together.” I push my fingers through her hair and try to ignore the torment of her pussy pulsing around my cock. “As for the investors, I’m not a leech. I need financial independence.”