Again, I spank her, this time a little harder, leaving a red print of my hand on her skin.
“I’m going to cum,” she cries out.
Jesus, this woman knows how to tear me down. With unbridled need, I pound into her, my hand smacking then squeezing her ass until we are simultaneously riding out the waves of pleasure.
My head falls, forehead resting on her back. “Christ, you’re perfect.”
“Far from it,” she says with a slight laugh.
“I beg to differ,” I drop a kiss on her shoulder.
“I believe I was the one doing the begging.”
“And I loved every minute.”
I turn the water off and grab a towel, offering it to her. Looking far less bashful, she stands there in all her glory, arms raised, drying her hair. I’m entranced, unable to look away even as she drops her arms and wraps the towel around her.
“What?” she asks, eyeing me curiously.
“You’re beautiful.”
“You’re sweet, thank you.”
We make our way back into the bedroom, and she immediately goes for her clothes. This is the point where I usually have to tell them to leave. Sure, I offer to drive them home or call a cab, but this is where the night ends.
Tonight is different, though. Ember is different. I knew it the moment I laid eyes on her.
“Stay.”
She turns to me, her eyes wide like saucers. “Huh?”
I’m just as confused as she is, but I don’t want to take it back.
“I want you to stay.” I rationalize the statement by telling myself it’s because I want to fuck her again. Not because I like her or her company. Or that, for once, I don’t feel alone. It’s purely about sex.
“I can’t. I shouldn’t. Right?”
Right, but I sure as hell don’t feel like doing the right thing at the moment.
“We make the rules, Ember. We decide what’s right for us.”
“And you… you want me to stay?”
I nod.
“Okay.”
Taking her hand, I lead her back to the king-size bed. I pull back the rumpled covers and place them over us after we slide in. She’s lying on her back, hands clasped on her stomach as she stares at the ceiling. Lying on my side next to her, I prop my head in my hand.
“Why’s a girl like you hooking up with a guy like me?”
“A girl like me?”
“Beautiful, sweet. Definitely not the kind I usually attract.”
She rolls over and faces me. “And what kind do you usually attract?”
“Crazy.”