“Oh, fuck,” she gasped, back arching again—then reached down and pushed me back. “You’re so full of shit.”
I laughed. “What do you mean?”
She dropped down onto the floor in front of me then pulled at my pants. She took them off, threw them aside, pulled off my boxer briefs, and took me in both her hands.
She took me deep into her mouth, lips spreading open, her tongue rolling in quick circles, and I let out a satisfied moan.
Fucking hell, it felt like heaven, and I completely forgot about what we’d been talking about.
She pulled back, stroking me fast.
“You act like you had this big revelation, but you’re full of shit. You’re still doing the same old crap, even if now you’re trying to fuck me too.”
“I’m not trying,” I said, leaning forward, grabbing her hair, and kissing her. “I am fucking you.”
She laughed and took my cock in her mouth again. I pressed her down and growled my delight as she pulled back, both hands working me.
“That’s not enough,” she said. “You want more? Then you’ve got to try to change.”
“Right now, darling, I’ll do whatever you want.”
She smirked a little, tilting her head, and I loved the way her breasts moved as she stroked me.
“I know you will. So you’re going to promise, right now, that when this is through, we’re going to figure out how to get out of this problem. We’re going to do it together.”
I kissed her. “I promise.”
“Good.” She helped me take off my shirt then kissed my chest, my hard abs, before straddling me.
Her back arched and I gripped her hips as she slowly slid down along my shaft.
We moved together slowly, my cock buried inside of her. I kissed her, nibbled her lip, palmed her breasts, slapped her ass. She worked faster and I dug my fingers into her back, feeling the muscles contract and tense, and goddamn, she was perfect, fit and slick, and every movement sent me into new levels of ecstasy. She rode faster, leaning her hands back on my knees, and I teased her clit with my thumb, making her eyes roll back.
I turned her again, pinning her back down on the couch. I wanted her to feel it as much as I felt it, wanted to give her pleasure, to give her everything. She deserved better than I could provide right now. I was too enmeshed in controversy, and my future was so uncertain—and she deserved someone stable.
I wanted to be that for her. Hell, I wanted to be it for myself.
Which meant she was right.
I had to change.
I slid deep inside her, moving my hips faster. I kissed her neck and listened her panting, moaning, whispering my name. We worked ourselves into a lather, into a lovely sweat, and I moved back to gaze at her, loving her hip bones, her small shoulders, the tiny light hairs on her arms, her pink stiff nipples, the way her lips parted and her tongue showed, the way her eyes rolled back as I gave her the pleasure she needed, again and again, deeper and rougher, however she wanted, however she said she had to have it, until I pulled her back and turned her around, legs spread wide, arms on the back of the couch, and slipped myself in from behind, one hand wrapped around her hip to rub against her clit, and fucked her like that.
She took me, back arching, and all that magnificent sweat rolled down her perfect, wonderful skin. I slapped her ass and kept going as her pleasure mounted, her moans getting louder, her words unintelligible, because there were no words anymore, this was physical, pure and animal and physical, it was the thing I didn’t know could transform me, but as I felt her come, her pussy clenching and dripping, her head throw back, her moans coming loud and wild, I knew I was changed, or at least I would change—for her, I’d try.
I came inside her moments later in a white-hot bliss.
We sat together, panting and sweating. It felt like hours had passed. She kissed my chest, and I kissed her lips, and pulled at her hair, and marveled at how small she was. I could throw her around if I wanted—and I did want that, I wanted it very much.
“Is this what you had in mind when you said you had to come over?” she asked, leaning up against my chest.
“Not exactly,” I said. “But as soon as you let me inside, it might’ve crossed my mind.”
She let out a little laugh then looked up at me. “What do we do now? I mean, that’s a line we can’t uncross, right?”
“I don’t want to uncross it.” I kissed her softly. “I thought I’d stay over for a while.”
“Oh, did you?” She grinned a little and I could tell she liked the idea. “I hadn’t invited you.”
“You will though, because in a few minutes, I’m going to want to do that again.”
She chewed her lip. “Are you?”
“Absolutely. Then when I’m finished with you, which might take a while, and I promise you’ll enjoy every second, then we can talk business.”
“What sort of business?”
“The sort that’ll help get us out of this very bad situation.”
“Coming up with a plan already?”
“I’ve got ideas. You’re very inspiring.” I ran my fingers through her hair. “Should I stay then?”
“Yes, doctor,” she said, sitting up and looking at me, one elbow on the back of the couch. I let my eyes roam along her body, along the graceful curve of her neck, her chin, her nose, those bright, pretty eyes.
“This might take a while. Think you can handle it?”
“Absolutely.”
I leaned forward and kissed her with every intention of taking my fill of her and much more.
19
Lori
He picked me up in a black car I didn’t recognize. I was cold in my short, forest-green cocktail dress, and it took two hours to get my hair just right.
He smiled, cocked
