He rolled on a condom and then returned to me. He kneeled between my legs, pushing one over the back of the couch.
He gripped my hips and then paused. “Tell me you want this.”
“I want this.” I reached for his dick, needing him to fill me. I ignored every reason this was a bad idea. I pushed away the wonder about why Devin was the only man who made me feel like this. It wasn’t as if I hadn’t met other men since him. I even went on a date or two. But I never felt this pull, this need that I felt for him. I thought it was simply because we’d been young and indulging in a fling. But now, with that same crazy need for him coursing through my blood, I had to wonder what was it about him.
He leaned over and kissed me hard, and then plunged in. He thrust all the way, filling me, stealing my breath.
His lips tore away from mine. “Ah fuck!” He cried out. “So tight…Jesus…so tight.”
His hips lifted and then thrust in again and I arched, finding the perfect rhythm with him.
“Yes, ah, yes,” he moaned as he picked up speed. “So good, baby…I’m gonna come so fast.”
I gripped his shoulders and focused on the sensation of him sliding inside me. Each ridge of his dick massaging my pussy. It felt so incredibly good. My hips rocked and my body teetered on the edge again.
“Faster…more…” I gasped as my orgasm hovered along the edge.
“Fuck, I’m there…I’m there…” He levered back, gripping my hips again and letting go of his control. He thrust and bucked; his head thrown back as he chased his own release.
He growled and rubbed a thumb over my clit, sending me soaring into another orgasm. My pussy clamped down and my body arched.
“Yes!” he cried out as my body came around his. He thrust in hard and deep, held for a second as a long feral moan tore from his chest. Then he did it again, grinding his hips against mine. He continued until finally he collapsed over me.
Our breaths came in heaving gasps. His skin was damp as my arms held him.
“I have a terrible memory,” he murmured against my neck.
“Oh?”
“I’d forgotten how tight you were. How fucking hard you could make me come.”
I held him, feeling a mixture of satisfaction and sadness. This couldn’t last. Now that the need was fulfilled, worry began to creep in. My goal had been to avoid him altogether, but at the very least avoid emotional or physical entanglements. Now, here I was, naked with his cock still pulsing inside me. I couldn’t regret it. Not yet with the haze of bliss still hovering around me. But soon, I would.
He lifted his head to look down on me. Those green Irish eyes studied me, like he knew I was having another tug-of-war in my head.
“Can you stay the night?” he asked.
I shook my head. “I need to get back.”
“Spend the day with me then. I’ll take you back after dinner.”
I should say no. I had to say no. Yet how could I, with his beautiful eyes and sexy smile just inches away?
“Okay.”
He smiled, and it flooded my heart with joy. I wish I knew how to quit him, and at the same time, all I wanted was to see that smile as often as I could. I was in deep trouble.
He kissed me. “Stop thinking about all this, Serena. If today is all you can give me, then I’ll take it.”
I wanted to give him more. I wanted to see if we could build on what we started five years ago. But I knew it would be a house of cards that would eventually tumble down and, in the end, Andrew would get hurt.
“Are you hungry?” he asked.
I worked to push away my concerns and focus on the one day we’d have. I gave him a sexy smile. “For you, yes.”
He grinned. “Whatever you want from me, take it.”
“I didn’t get a good look at you. I want to see you. All of you.”
He moved off me, removing the condom, tying it off. “I need to dispose of this.” He sauntered off completely naked. I admired his ass as he disappeared down a hall.
He came back naked and held out a hand. “How about breakfast?”
“Okay.” I reached for my shirt.
“You don’t need that. I want to see you too.”
I didn’t have a problem with my body. Yes, it was bigger than what most women wanted, but I liked my curves. Devin liked my curves. But that didn’t mean I was comfortable walking around naked.
He smirked. “Don’t hide those magnificent tits.” He held out his hand. I took it and let him lead me to the kitchen. He whipped up eggs and toast.
“I didn’t know you could cook,” I said as he set a plate in front of me.
“A man’s gotta eat.”
“I just figured you had a cook.”
He glanced at me. “My parents do. I don’t. I can also drive and even iron my own clothes, although I do prefer to pay people for that.”
“Sorry,” I said feeling like maybe I was being unfair to him.
“Hey.” He reached out and put his hand over mine. “It’s okay. I know my world is different from most people’s. But I’m not different. I’m still a guy who has a hardon for a girl.”
“Do you?” I leaned over to look in his lap. His dick wasn’t full-on hard, but it wasn’t completely flaccid either. As I watched, it seemed to thicken.
“Always.”
“Hmm.” I wiped some of the jam on my plate with my finger and drew it along his dick. Now it was nearly full-tilt. It was magnificent, beautiful and I wanted to taste it.
“Ah fuck, Serena.”
I pushed at him until he scooted his chair back and I could kneel between his legs. “I want to suck you.”
His fingers thread through my hair. “I’m
