Rhett nodded his head but looked like he wished he’d never said those words. “Yeah—he, um—I guess he thinks this is a too much too soon type thing.” His fingers dug into my flesh as he gripped my hips and pulled me close. “But you like it? It’s not too much?”
“No, it’s perfect.” His hard pec muscles twitched as I ran my hands over them, and his eyes darkened as they locked on my lips.
I slowly walked him backward out of the room and into the hallway until his back hit the wall. Stretching up on my tiptoes, pressing my body closer to his, I brushed my lips against his jaw. I loved that he maintained a short layer of stubble on his face; the way its rough texture felt against my lips and on my skin made me instantly wet.
His hands moved to my ass, grabbing and pulling me tighter against him until I felt his hard erection pressing into my lower belly. He groaned as I moved my mouth down his neck, grazing my tongue over his Adam’s apple.
A gasp left my mouth when he suddenly flipped us so my back was against the wall and his mouth claimed mine in a searing, demanding kiss. Our hot breaths mingled between us as he pulled back slightly.
“I need to be inside you. Feel your tight wet pussy gripping my cock while you moan my name.” His lips grazed my ear and then along my neck, and I couldn’t help the moan that slipped past my lips. I never imagined Rhett would be a dirty talker, but I liked it. A lot.
My fingers trailed under his shirt, lifting the hem slowly as I went, while his hands went to this belt.
“Strip,” he commanded.
We both made quick work of removing our clothes, and he had me pinned to the wall as his lips met mine, our tongues tangling together. His fingers slid between my folds, teasing at my entrance.
“So wet for me,” he groaned into my ear, and his hot breath against my skin made my need for him intensify.
“Please, I need…” My breathing was ragged, and I rotated my hips to rub against his hand, seeking the friction I so desperately needed. Rhett pushed two fingers inside me as his thumb found my clit.
“Is this what you need?” he asked while his fingers drove in and out of me.
“Yes,” I moaned, sinking my teeth into his shoulder.
“I want to feel you come on my cock, not my hand.” In one swift movement, he grabbed my ass, lifting me and slamming me down onto his hard shaft.
I cried out, not in pain but from the fullness of him filling me. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I dug my fingers into his shoulders. My moans echoed off the walls as he slammed into me again and again, rotating his hips each time to rub against my clit.
The sensations built with each thrust, and the first wave of intense pleasure hit me as my lower belly tightened. Throwing my head back, I screamed out Rhett’s name as the last spasm tore through me.
With one final thrust, he roared and released himself into me, following my orgasm with his own.
“Fuck, Bella.” Both of us were panting hard. His hot breath flowed across my skin as he continued to hold me against the wall. “You’re going to kill me.” He turned and carried me down the hallway toward his bedroom.
“You might need to work out more.” I smirked and then shrieked as his teeth nipped at my shoulder.
“If you’re not a good girl, I won’t give you another orgasm while we’re in the shower.”
I bit the inside of my cheek to stop from laughing.
“That’s better. Now let’s get you cleaned up. And then we can eat.”
I couldn’t stop smiling almost two hours later as I remembered the way Rhett tenderly explored my body with his mouth, then his hands, and the slow lovemaking that followed.
I had just finished wiping down the kitchen table from our dinner when Rhett wrapped his arms around my waist and pressed his chest against my back.
“The website looks amazing. I’m impressed that you got that and the Facebook page set up while you were at your dad’s this week,” he said as his lips brushed against my ear.
He hadn’t said anything else about the interview I went on, and it felt like it was hanging over our heads. I needed to make a decision, and sooner rather than later.
While we were eating our food, I further showed Rhett the website changes and social media accounts I created. His praises made me blush, even though I lost him a few times when I started talking about traffic, clicks, algorithms, and such.
“Do you want to watch a movie?” I asked as I leaned back into him.
“Sure. You pick. I’ll grab us drinks.”
I smiled, knowing exactly which movie I wanted to watch.