This wasn’t home.
I slid over the sheets as I approached his powerful body on the other side of the bed. He was lying on his back with his hand behind his head. His toned triceps led to his powerful chest and beautiful physique.
My hand slid over his chest, and I leaned down and pressed a kiss to his neck. My leg moved between his as I pressed myself against him, wearing his t-shirt and just my panties. I’d never seduced a man because I wasn’t sexy enough to pull it off. But I did my best now, hoping he would take the bait.
He didn’t. “What do you want?” He didn’t push me off him, but he didn’t respond to my affection either. He just lay there.
My first instinct was to slap him for being so harsh. But that wouldn’t get me anywhere. “You must be really dull if you can’t figure it out.” I pulled the sheets down and straddled his hips.
He looked up at me, his gaze unreadable. His thoughts weren’t always clear, but I could usually pick up on his mood. Right now, he was a blank canvas. He didn’t seem angry or happy, just indifferent. “I’m not in the mood.”
I was losing the battle, but I couldn’t accept the defeat. “Well, I am…” I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it on the floor. Thankfully, it was a little cold so my nipples automatically hardened, and my tits were firmer than usual.
Crewe’s eyes immediately went to my chest, but he didn’t move.
I crawled up his chest then kissed the line between his pecs and his chiseled stomach. My ass was in the air, and I suspected he was probably staring at it. I moved my kisses to his chin and then finally on his mouth.
He kissed me back, but it lacked any passion.
He must have been with someone else tonight. He’d never turned me down before. Normally, he wanted me around the clock, nonstop.
A burning pain thudded in my chest. I told myself I didn’t care about the other woman, that I was just discouraged I wasn’t making any progress. But the pain wouldn’t stop. When I pulled away, I quickly hid my pain and got off him. “Fine. I want to wait for you, but I can do it on my own.” I returned to my spot on the bed and did something I’d never done before.
I spread my legs and slid my fingers into my panties.
I touched my clit in a circular motion, doing my best to look as sexy as possible. For all I knew, I looked ridiculous. But I had to hope that this would work, that Crewe would be enticed to come out of his brooding mood.
At first, I did it just for show. But the longer I touched myself, the more I liked it. I stopped caring about Crewe being in the room. I closed my eyes and felt my breathing grow deep and shallow. Erotic images came into my mind, Crewe on top of me as he thrust into me. He was the first thing I thought about once I became turned on, and I suspected that was because I’d been sleeping with him for months.
Nothing more meaningful than that.
My original plan was no longer in my mind, and now I just enjoyed the feel of my fingers. I writhed on the bed and closed my eyes, my back arching and my nipples hardening as they pointed to the ceiling. I couldn’t catch my breath, and I felt the heat sear my body.
“Jesus fucking Christ…” Crewe finally left his side of the bed and crawled on top of me. His hips separated my thighs, and he pointed his rock-hard dick at my entrance. His thick head pushed forward before sliding completely inside me.
My hands gripped the back of his shoulders, and I moaned when I felt him between my legs. “Crewe…”
He pressed his mouth to mine and gave me a hard kiss, full of tongue and the kind of passion I wanted from him. His hand dug into my hair, and he fisted it aggressively, claiming me as his. “That was the hottest goddamn thing I’ve ever seen.”
I spoke between kisses. “I prefer you to my fingers any day.”
He moaned against my mouth. “Lovely…”
“I’ve been waiting for you to come home all evening… I need you.”
He breathed against my mouth, his cock pulsing deep inside me.
My hands moved down his powerful chest as I felt his lips with mine. My hips rocked slightly, feeling him stretch my soaked pussy. “Fuck me slowly.” My hands moved up his shoulders to the back of his head. His strands slid through the openings in my fingers. “Kiss me. Make me come.”
He pulled his mouth away with an intense expression on his face. His eyes were darker than usual, and his jaw was tense as if he was angry. His entire body was tight with excitement. I could feel his cock thicken even more inside me. “Yes, Lovely.” He started to move inside me, sliding in and out of my slickness. He took me slowly like I asked, and I was surprised he gave me what I wanted. I expected him to argue with me or just fuck me senseless. But he was in the moment with me—exactly what I wanted.
He hooked his arms behind my knees and pinned me underneath him, contorting my body until I was pressed hard against the mattress with his powerful body keeping me in place. He rocked his hips and clenched his ass every time he moved inside me, nine inches of his impressive cock hitting me every time.
His arms flexed, the intricate lines separating the different sections distinct and beautiful. His stomach was tight as he used his entire core to stabilize himself. It was much easier to fuck hard rather than slow, but his graceful physicality made it easy.
His mouth moved to mine, and he kissed me slowly, just the way I liked. Our mouths moved together, and his tongue would greet mine in the perfect intervals. Our tongues would slide past one another before he sucked my bottom lip into his mouth. No matter how criminal he was, he was still the best kisser I’d ever had. He made gentleness feel aggressive. He made slow feel fast. He made sex feel like a spiritual adventure of pleasure and ecstasy. I’d never been with a man who made me moan and writhe the way Crewe did.
“I’m gonna come…” My fingers dug into his hair, and I breathed into his mouth, feeling every inch of that cock hit me in the right spot. I was never vocal during sex, but I wanted Crewe to know how he made me feel, that he was the kind of man who made me feel like a woman.
He moaned quietly against my mouth. “I can feel it…”
My hands dragged down his shoulders, and I breathed against his mouth, too focused on the impending orgasm to even kiss him. My lips brushed against his, sometimes sticking together from their wetness.
I gripped his ass when I felt the explosive sensation hit me. Like a fire that burned every inch of my skin, I was molten hot. I pulled him against me harder, no longer wanting it to be slow and gentle. I wanted every inch over and over as I had an incredible orgasm that only he could ignite. I felt my come drench around his cock as he continued to move inside me, my arousal sheathing him like a glove.