I strip my T-shirt off as she works my fly, then let her drag my jeans down my legs.
On the way back up, she slows to give my raging hard-on a tongue bath. When she teabags my balls, they pull tight and I groan. She licks from base to tip again, but just as she opens her lips to sheath my cock with that hot, wet mouth, I reach for her arms and drag her up my body. “I want to be inside you when I come.”
I reach for my wallet on the nightstand, but she grasps my hand and lays it on her breast. She lift her hips and positions the head of my erection at her opening. “I’m on the pill.”
She rolls her hips, taking me inside, and Christ, she’s tight. I feel the full measure of my aching cock sinking through her slick folds until I’m seated to the root inside her. She starts to rock her pelvis on mine and I grasp her hips and move to her rhythm.
I trail my fingers over those perfect C cups, down flat, tight abs, to the center of her world. I work her clit and she starts to moan, a feral sound from deep inside her. Her hand cups her breast and she rolls the nipple under her thumb. The fingers of her other hand follow mine between her legs. She mimics the movement of my thumb with her fingers. After a minute, I slip my hand out and watch as she continues to work her clit.
I grasp her hips and pump harder, thrusting as deeply into her as I can, desperate to moor myself so far inside her that no one can dig me out. It’s not long before her inner muscles clamp hard around my cock as she screams out her release. I come hard just behind her, because watching her get herself off with me inside her is one of the hottest fucking things I’ve ever seen.
She lowers herself onto my chest. “I wanted to know how you do it. I’ve never been able to come on my own.”
“I find that hard to believe.” Her body is so receptive. She just rides the waves of desire with no inhibitions.
“I’ve never really been close except with you.” Her tongue laps a ring around my nipple before she sucks it. “I can’t seem to really let go if we’re not together…like I need your energy or our connection or something for my body to work right.”
I wrap my arms around her. “We were made for this.”
She rocks her hips against mine and grins down at me. “Then I think we should do it again.”
I smile and roll her onto her back. She spreads wide and I start to move inside her, my cock already pulsing with the influx of blood as it hardens again.
She smiles up at me and something wicked flashes in her eyes. “I think we should send Detective Diaz a sex tape. She seemed to enjoy the one Craig made.”
“Craig?”
“He told me tonight that he followed us. He wanted to go out after the slam tonight and said I wouldn’t regret it. Said he could make me come like you did.”
My blood pressure rises twenty points, and I literally see red as it pumps hard through my head. But I’m not going to let him ruin what we’ve got going right this second. I kiss her then start pumping inside her. “You’re killing the mood, love.”
She grins up at me. “Did you just call me ‘love.’”
“I did.”
She pulls my mouth to hers and kisses me to my soul. “I like that,” she says when she finally releases me.
I love her slowly, living in her body. And when she never asks to go home, I never take her.
Epilogue
Blaire
The Complete Works of William Blake is open on the arm of the sofa in front of me. I’m on my stomach, propped on my elbows, reading. Caiden’s leaning back against the other armrest. His knees are bent and his feet press against my outer thighs. The tops of my feet rest in the creases of his hips. His laptop lays on the back of my calves as he works.
“You weren’t joking about Blake being warped,” I say, then clear my throat and start reading A Poison Tree aloud.
“I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
“And I watered it in fears,
Night and morning with my tears:
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.
“And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine.
“And into my garden stole.
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning glad I see;
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.”
I look over my shoulder at Caiden. “I thought the last stanza would be some big message about how holding a grudge will destroy you, not about how sweet revenge is.”
“Blake wasn’t all that into ethical grandstanding. He would have hated all those after-school specials and Hallmark movies with the big moral messages.”