I lose myself in the rhythmic motions as our gazes clash and sear. Her glassy eyes reflect the wanton lust incinerating me. I’m powerless to look away, not that I want to. This woman’s cravings are mine to satisfy. It’s my sole purpose to provide for her and feed this blistering hunger ripping at us.
That’s why—once again—I switch to a lower gear. My languid movements leave us wired and urgent but keep the explosion of relief beyond our grasp. I push and pull, getting us close only to shove back at the last possible second.
As my tempo wanes further, Audria arches into me. “What’re you doing?”
“I want this to last.” I punctuate my words with short jabs.
“And it will. I have nowhere else to be,” she clarifies. “We can go again once you’ve recovered.”
“Already expecting more? We haven’t finished a single round yet.”
“As if you aren’t.” She squeezes her thighs, anchoring me with purpose.
“Well, I hope you aren’t attached to sleep.”
“Eh, I can make an exception tonight. Now, finish the job.” Her inner muscles clench my dick so damn tight, as if she’s trying to trap me.
“I never want this to end,” I assure.
“Prove it.”
Audria’s taunt might as well be gasoline on an already-raging fire. After rising into a crouch, I haul her lower half onto my lap without breaking rhythm. This position offers a new angle that allows me to strike the hidden spot that makes Audria tremble. Her thighs drape over my bent elbows, which I use for leverage. She squirms to get me deeper, needy and desperate. I’m all too willing to deliver.
We round the final curve with the finish line in sight. Flames lick at my heels, racing up my calves as I chase the pinnacle of release. Sweat trickles down my temple as I hammer every ounce of brute power into her.
“Harder!” Audria cries. “I’m almost there.”
Pleasure pierces me as I begin ramming into her without remorse. I thumb her clit, detonating the bomb ticking louder with each moment. This woman is velvet mixed with erotic fantasies, and she’s about to shatter from my touch. Audria tips over the edge with a scream that I follow in the next breath. Blond hair thrashes in every direction while the rest of her body quivers with ecstasy. My vision flashes with an entirely different set of stars. The heat of pure satisfaction fills me, spreading through my limbs and farther still.
Her skin flushes a beautiful shade of red as she basks in the afterglow. I bend over her, tracing my tongue along the blooming crimson staining her throat. She shivers in the cocoon of my arms.
“Cheese and rice,” she whines. “I think you broke me.”
I lift her shirt, peppering her stomach with kisses. “That’s not possible. I’m not done with you yet.”
“Come home with me.” It’s more of a demand than a request. Not that I would refuse in either case.
A dimple pops with my smirk. “I was going to come whether you offered or not.”
“Glad we’re on the same page, farmer.”
“And I plan to keep it that way.”
Streaks of sunlight cast across the bed as I blink into awareness. Luxurious fibers whisper across my naked skin when I roll over with a groan. The fringes of sleep cling heavily to me as I take inventory of my surroundings. The fluffy comforter smells too clean. The mattress doesn’t squeak enough to be mine. With each passing beat, the fog of slumber lifts, and clarity rushes in. None of this is normal. Well, that’s not entirely true. The nine inches tenting the fabric certainly are.
That’s when the events of last night and the wee hours of the morning filter into my muddled brain. A smile hikes my lips in the next instant. Forget the crisp yellow walls and framed paintings I don’t recognize. All that matters is the abundance of relief still coursing through my veins. And the softly snoring woman beside me.
Audria lies snugly against me, covering more of my body than not. A man can’t complain about waking up to this view. The sheet pools at the dip of her spine, offering me a tantalizing glimpse of supple flesh and curves. Our limbs are intertwined with lingering passion. The tender embrace gives me pause. This scene does not deliver all pleasure and laughter.
Our arrangement doesn’t call for sleepovers and cuddling. Try as I might to refrain, signals are mixing left and right. The confusion pounding at my temples isn’t new. I can argue with myself until no logic remains. As if hearing my conflicting thoughts, Audria mumbles a string of unintelligible nonsense. I hold my breath, waiting for her eyes to open. She releases another muffled snore instead. Without realizing it, I tilt my mouth in a crooked grin. How can I expect my feelings not to grow? We’re bound to form an attachment. Should I bother trying to divert the progress? Maybe the smart move would be to get dressed and peel out of her driveway before the sun fully rises, but being on the safe side has never appealed to me.
Both of us are responsible for making outlandish claims in the throes of euphoria. Talk about misleading. Those impulsive confessions have since lost meaning. The light of day exposes our farce for what it truly is. A hollow pang resides in the cavern that was overflowing mere hours ago. Do I ignore those slips and continue with business as usual? It’s best not to add turbulence before assessing the conditions. Sounding the alarm yet again—and so soon—in my mind is bad enough. This entire ordeal is a minefield, and we’re on shaky ground.
Audria still snoozes without any sign of distress. She must have some sense of my presence, considering she’s currently using me as a mattress. I swipe a
