It kills me, but I pull away. “If we’re going to do this,” I say, “you don’t get to kiss me.”
Christian looks surprised. “So I can fuck you but I can’t kiss you?”
“Businesslike, remember? We’re not a couple. And as much fun as this may turn out to be, it’s not meant to be romantic.”
“Fair enough,” he says, but he doesn’t look happy about it.
“Give me five minutes,” I say, and I walk into the bedroom.
6
The bedroom in this apartment is just as gorgeous as the rest of it. There’s a giant a bed with a white bedspread and swirling silver chandelier that casts a low glow over the whole room. I left my shoes in the living room, but the rest of the clothes have to go.
As I undress, I find that I’m shaking. I’m not sure whether it’s with excitement or nerves or both. There is a nagging part of me that says that this is a bad idea. That jumping into bed with Christian is only going to hurt me in the long run. But he’s here, and I want him more than I will ever admit.
I sit on the bed once I’m fully naked, waiting for him. It seems like I wait forever even though I only told him to wait five minutes. He freezes at the door, startled by the site of me naked. I can’t ignore the way my body reacts to his gaze, the way my pussy grows damp and my nipples harden and my heart rate speeds up.
Now it’s his turn, and I find myself mesmerized as I watch him unbutton his shirt and shrug it off. I don’t know how I didn’t recognize his body in his pictures. There was a time when I had every inch of his body memorized, and I had learned it with my lips and my tongue and my fingers. Christian’s shirt falls to the floor, exposing his perfect chest and abs. I want to reach out and touch them, feel the solidity of his body and remind myself of the way things used to be. Instead I slide my hands under my thighs making sure they don’t move.
He kicks off his shoes, and undoes his belt with casual efficiency. And then his pants are gone and I can see just how hard he is through his boxer briefs. He drops them to the floor too, and I can’t stop looking at him. I’ve missed looking at him. I allow my gaze to run the length of his body, dark brown hair, piercing blue eyes that see through me more than I want them to. Chest and abs that could be the model for a marble statue, and an erect cock that almost makes me forget my actual purpose here.
Christian approaches the bed, and pushes me back on it. His mouth falls on my skin, and I make a sound in protest. As if he already knows what I’m going to say, Christian lifts his head so that his eyes meet mine. “You said I couldn’t kiss you,” he says. “You didn’t say where I couldn’t kiss you. So I am choosing to interpret that as I can’t kiss your lips.”
I glare at him, but I can’t argue with his assessment.
He moves down my body with his lips, teasing my nipples until they’re hard as rocks before moving down, licking my stomach and teasing me. “I like that your body remembers me,” he says. “Your nipples always did like my tongue.”
“It’s just been a while since I’ve had sex,” I say.
Christian laughs against my skin. “If you say so.” He continues to suck on my skin, until he reaches the apex of my thighs. “Let’s see if your pussy remembers me too,” he says.
He starts to push my legs apart but I hold them together. “What are you doing?”
Raising his head, he gives me a look. “What do you think?”
“This is a business transaction,” I say. “You give me your sperm, and I get a baby. How is oral sex going to help me have a baby?”
Christian climbs up my body until we’re face-to-face. He’s so close that I could kiss him, and even though I told him not to, it’s all I can think about right now. His eyes are sharp. “You told me you wanted to go through with this plan, and I’m going to go through with the plan. My job is to get you pregnant, and I’m going to do it. If you’re more relaxed, that’s going to help. Remember, I know you. You always need at least one orgasm to loosen up.” He grins. “So I’m going to lick that tasty little clit of yours until you come on my tongue, and then we’ll get around to the fucking.”
He hasn’t changed a bit in two years, and there’s a gush of wetness from my pussy at his words. He always did know exactly what to say to turn me on.