She wasn’t just gorgeous, this creature writhing beneath me in my bed. That would’ve been easier. She was smart, capable, intelligent. Raw and unapologetic in her approach to life, which mirrored the approach to my own life, my old life.
And yes, she was beyond gorgeous to boot. Beautiful and stunning in all the ways that pushed every one of my buttons, in ways that dropped my walls and shattered my defenses and made me finally assailable. At least physically.
Emotionally, too.
Fuck. I was lying to myself. Deceiving my own self-imposed standards to maintain my restrictions and restraint. There was nothing stopping me from doing what I was about to do. No one to shove me aside, to preserve the unblemished memory of the last time I did this, and who it was with, and what it ultimately had meant to me.
It’s been two. Whole. Years.
“I want you.”
Her mouth, her lips, those three little words… I allowed them to be the tipping point. I let them erode away my last ounce of resolve, and free me to do what I truly wanted.
And what I wanted, was to fuck her gorgeous little brains out.
“I need you.”
The words were short. Staccato. Brutally honest. She smiled as I said them, and then I drank that smile with my own hungry mouth.
Oh my God.
Her lips were wet and full, her mouth wholly delicious. I explored it again with my tongue, even as I reached down one arm and yanked her shorts — and panties — roughly down her smooth, flawless thighs.
Karissa gasped as I shoved myself between her legs, pushing her bottoms completely off. Her legs spread wide for me. The hand that had been reaching between us found its mark, and I saw her eyes flare with arousal and surprise as she already found me diamond-hard.
“Roderick…”
She breathed the word into my ear as I shoved myself home, spearing her all the way to the core in a single glorious stroke. She was impossibly wet. So warm and eager to receive me. The perverse pleasure of taking her so abruptly and completely wracked my body, causing me to shove my face into her neck and grind as hard as I could, screwing the breath from her lungs as I moaned, uncontrollably, into the tender flesh of her shoulder.
It’s okay…
I pulled back and pierced her again, plunging the entire length of myself inside her. I did it over and over again, as her hands clawed my back. My lips planting dozens of frantic kisses along her hot skin as I whimpered and moaned through the forgotten pleasure of being this close and intimate with a woman again.
It’s more than okay.
Lightning flashed outside as Karissa began bucking into me, meeting my every thrust with the roll of her sexy hips. One of her hands found its way into my hair. She dragged her fingernails gently along my scalp, clutching me in ways that were more tender than possessive. She pulled my face back as the thunder struck, and placed her forehead against mine.
She u
nderstands.
All at once, she had full control. Guiding our movements, she blinked those long lashes against my cheek and looked deep into my eyes.
“It’s okay…”
They were her words now, not mine. Somehow plucked from the recesses of my own mind.
She smiled, and her face lit up with tranquility and enjoyment. The calm I saw there slowed me down. It brought me back from that frantic place, where any enjoyment on my part could only be brief and fleeting.
“Let me hold you.”
Her fingers slid down along my face. They scratched through my beard, and brushed lightly over my lips. Then they stopped to cradle both sides of my chin.
Oh…
It felt amazing, sharing this moment. Being so deep inside her, my cock all snug and warm and beautifully buried, while our souls reached out to each other on a much different level.
Oh wow.