My balls pull in tight to my body, I have seconds before I explode.
Growling, I jump to my feet and stroke Sabrina between her thighs. I can’t get enough of touching her, but I’m going to have to wait until I’ve released to slowly love her with my mouth again.
Fisting my dripping dick, I guide it slowly into her tight sheath. My legs quiver as she grips and releases me, sucking me further into her body.
With her hips in my hands, I slowly withdraw feeling her wet walls grasp at my cock as though she’s trying to keep me from leaving before I plow back inside.
Slowly retreating again, I hold still with the bulbous head of my shaft surrounded by her clenching entrance. The length of my dick is a live wire leading straight to my balls, one more stroke and I’m going to be in heaven.
She shoves herself back onto me, and starts coming, setting alight the fuse, which travels the length of my cock to my balls before they explode.
I close my eyes tightly while trying to breathe through the pleasure she’s wringing out of me. Her tight * isn’t letting up and continues to flutter up and down my length, milking me. I’m surprised she hasn’t snapped me in two with how strong her spasms are. But fuck, I’ve lost all sense of everything right now, except what her * is doing to my cock.
***
Having Sabrina snuggled into the front of me has my heart pounding, but it’s fear I feel when I start to crave her touch on my skin.
Because of the scarring to my body, I’ve kept on my long sleeved tee shirt that I wear all the time beneath my shirts. Half of my closet is full of them.
Tonight I’d come to talk to her, which I hoped would lead to us fuckin’ each other’s brains out, but I never expected to have real feelings for her. And it’s those that are urging me to run and never look back.
If I thought for one minute that running would get rid of her from my head, I would.
As my hand caresses over her naked form, I know that I’m not ready to walk away from her yet, which is where my proposal comes in. Nobody can get hurt with a proposal, right?
“Hey,” she mumbles, bringing my eyes up from her hip to her sleepy ones.
I’m tempted to bend and kiss her on the nose with how cute she looks snuggled against me.
Quickly untangling myself from her before I follow through with my plans, she frowns and reaches for the covers.
I don’t stop her.
“Can you put something on? I want to talk to you.”
“Okay.”
I walk out into the lounge, and briefly sit down on the cream colored sofa before standing and going to look out of the window. The dark night sparkles with streetlights but it seems empty outside as I watch a lone car navigating the streets below. It rounds a corner and fades out of sight when I hear her walk into the room behind me. She didn’t make me wait long.
“What’s wrong?”
Why do I suddenly feel like the biggest bastard in history?
Raking my hands through my hair, I turn and stare at her for a moment deciding if this was the right thing to ask. It was the reason why I came over here but now I wonder if she won’t be insulted when I ask.
“Lucien?”
What the hell.
“I want you.” I laugh. “Okay, I guess by now that’s obvious, but what I’m trying to say is that I don’t do relationships. If you agree to be with me I’m not going to offer you marital bliss. It’s just going to be about wants. Mine…yours…the hot way that we connect.” I wave towards the sofa where I took her earlier and feel a thrill of triumph as passion fills her eyes.
“It’s just two adults coming together for a mutual release.” I pause and take a deep breath, knowing this is going to be the kicker. “I need you to keep it quiet from our families.” My fists clench. “We’re also exclusive. I’m not having you going from me to someone else, or from them to me.”
Fuck. Why the hell did I have to say the last out loud? The thought of her with anyone else makes me see red. There’s no chance of me going with anyone else because the only woman I want is standing in front of me, fighting to keep a neutral expression on her face. She’s the only one I can get a fuckin’ hard-on for, not even my fist works. If I weren’t so damaged, she’d be the woman I’d want permanently in my life. It wasn’t just her body that grabbed my attention from the first it was the whole package.
Her eyes darken with some hidden emotion as she tightens her mouth in thought. When she finally says something, her voice is cordial—friendly, but lacking the spark of passion that is usually there.
“Okay. No-strings sex.” Her eyes search mine and I nod even though it wasn’t a question, as she continues, “Exclusive to each other—I can do that. Give me a call tomorrow, I need sleep.”
With that, she turns on her heel and disappears back into the bedroom, closing the door behind her.
Fuck! Why do I feel like I’ve just broken her heart?
Chapter Three
Sabrina
Three months later…