“You’re not talking,” he said.
She licked her lips. “I took off my top and you undid the zip on the back of my skirt. You pulled the skirt down over my hips. And the pantyhose.”
“Did I say anything?”
“You told me I was beautiful.”
He slipped his hand beneath the waist of his underwear. Taking it slow and putting on a show for her. He’d never done anything like this before. But with her pretty face full of focus, and all of it for him, it was kind of fun. “You are beautiful. Did you feel beautiful?”
She nodded, her eyes tracking his hand’s progress. “Yes, when you looked at me that way.”
Beneath the fabric of his boxers he moved his hand. “Thong, bikini or boy-leg?”
“Show me,” she begged.
“Tell me.”
“Brief. Retro, the full, old-fashioned style. They have lace panels and two little bows up the top.”
“Like a real pin-up girl?”
“Yes.”
“Fuck.” He extracted his hand and pushed down his boxers. His hard-on stood high, the swollen head flushed a deep red. It bordered on painful. Alex wrapped his hand around himself and squeezed. “Are you coming over here?”
“No.” The whites of her eyes flashed. “No, I can’t.”
He could be patient, though it would hurt. It would hurt a lot. “Then keep going. Don’t leave me hanging, sweetheart.”
“I undid my bra and you pulled down my knickers.”
His hand moved idly up and down his cock, just warming things up. “Bare or with curls?”
Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip and she shook her head.
“Damn,” he groaned. “Play nice, Vi.”
“A girl can’t be a little upset you don’t even remember having sex with her? Seriously?”
“Fuck, I wish I did. You have no idea. How did we do it?” His hand picked up the pace. “Tell me.”
“I pushed you back onto the bed and straddled you,” she said, panting a little if he wasn’t mistaken. “You had one of my nipples in your mouth. But you stopped sucking long enough to tell me there were some condoms in the bedside drawer. The pack was new. You got cranky when it took me a while to open it. You used your teeth on me.”
“Shit. I did?”
She suddenly grinned. “Yes. I liked it. There’s a little bruise on the side of my left breast. I think of you every time I see it.”
“God damn it.” His hand picked up pace again and Vi rubbed her thighs together.
“I undid your jeans and pushed them down, got the condom on you,” she said. “We were kissing like crazy.”
“Did you like it? Kissing me?”
“I loved it. We were a mess.” Her eyes looked foggy, dreamy. “But it was so nice.”
“Only nice?”
“It was perfect. Are you going to come?”
In reply, he brushed his thumb over the head of his cock, spreading pre-cum. A gorgeous flush had spread across her breasts. Thank God for a woman in a low-cut neckline.
“You’re going to come,” she sighed. “Pull up your shirt so I can see.”
He tugged his t-shirt up fast, exposing his stomach and the trail of hair leading toward his groin. “You stayed on top of me?”
“Yes. It’d been a while. And we didn’t really do foreplay.”
Alex paused, breathing hard. “What? Did I hurt you?”
“Relax. You’re large, but you’re not scary.” She grinned. “It felt so good, sinking onto you, taking you hard and fast like that. And God, the expression on your face, the way you looked up at me.”
“Vi.” His hand kicked back into motion. He couldn’t have stopped it if he tried. The woman was truly inspirational when it came to talking dirty. Sure as hell, he felt inspired. “Don’t stop.”
Her hand slid over her stomach and downwards. She ground the heel of her palm into the top of her * for a moment. Pushing against the layers of clothing, trying to get at her clit, no doubt.
“Did you come, riding me?” he asked, so close now.
She nodded jerkily. “Yeah. It’s easy on top. Harder in other positions.”
“Keep going,” he gasped, his whole body tense and his hips moving. His head full of thoughts of Vi in other positions. In any position with him buried inside her. “Nearly there.”
“You had your hands on my breasts, squeezing them. And I didn’t stop until I came. It was so good, I didn’t even realize you hadn’t. But you grabbed my hips and you were pushing up into me, really hard. And—”
“Vi,” he groaned. Come spurted out of his cock and onto his belly, running hot over the side of his still moving hand. Gray noise filled his head and the lights flickered. Fuck yes. Slower and slower his fingers stroked, milking the last drops. She didn’t take her eyes off him and no way could he look away.
“It hurts,” she whispered.
He beckoned to her with his clean hand. “Come here.”
But instead she pushed her body back into the chair, blinking furiously as if she’d woken startled from a dream. All the heat and hunger dropped from her face.
“At least you used my name this time,” she said.
What the fuck?
“Last time, you called me Jane,” she explained.
No, no, no. Shit. His jaw turned to stone.
“Who is she?” Vi asked.
“My ex-wife.”
She gave him a grim smile. “Of course she is.”
Talk about a hard landing after the high. He felt hollow inside. He pulled his t-shirt over his head, balled it up and tried to clean himself. “I, umm—”
“I know. It’s okay. I’m sorry too. These things happen, right? Why don’t we both just be about our business?”
“Yeah. Violet, was this some sort of revenge for you? Because, I have to admit, I’m feeling pretty fucking small right now.” Come was sticky shit and it was all over him and his fast-deflating cock. Fuck it. He threw down the shirt, yanked up his underwear and jeans, covering himself quickly. All the better to get rid of the feeling that she’d just ripped him open for her own amusement. “Is that what you wanted? To bring me down to size?”