“Feel any different?”
I could think more clearly and had a little more energy, but I was definitely moody. “I’m a little angry all the time.”
She chuckled. “So nothing has changed.”
I could resist the smile that formed on my face. “What did you do today?”
“I did Pilates in the living room. Then I hung up your clothes and cleaned everything.”
“You know, I have maids for that.”
“Well, I was bored. Running out of things to do.”
I wanted to tell her she could always come visit me, but that would just slow down my workday. “You want a dog?”
“I can get a dog?” she asked in surprise.
“Why not?”
“Well, they’re messy, and we travel a lot.”
I shrugged. “Someone can take care of him.”
“If I had a dog, I’d like to take care of him.”
“Then maybe having a kid would be easier.” The words flew out of my mouth without me thinking twice about it. I’d never considered having children with her. I’d never considered having her as anything more than just my bedmate.
She stared at me from across the table, her face unreadable. She wore a solid mask that hid her thoughts from view. She didn’t seem repulsed by the idea, but she didn’t seem happy about it either.
“I want to ask you something.” I left my half-eaten plate on the table and kept my gaze focused on her.
“I’m listening.”
“Am I the best you’ve ever had?” I suspected I already knew the answer based on the savage way she needed me all the time. But I wanted to hear her say it anyway, you know, because I was a sick egomaniac like that.
She swirled her wine before she took a drink, stalling as she thought of her answer.
I watched her intently the entire time, not blinking and sitting on the edge of my seat. If I asked her a personal question in the past, she usually dodged it. But now our relationship was a lot more relaxed. Conversations didn’t feel like interrogations anymore.
She finally set down her glass. “You already know the answer.”
“I want to hear it anyway.”
Her eyes didn’t flash with annoyance, not like they usually would. “Yes, you’re the best I’ve ever had. Maybe that wasn’t apparent after all the times you made me come, or all the times I asked you to fuck me in the middle of the night. You make the rest of the men I’ve been with look like boys. They didn’t always make me come, probably because they didn’t know what they were doing. I’ve never been kissed hard like that or ever felt more beautiful in my life. But with you, I’ve never felt more desirable.” She grabbed her glass again and drank it like she hadn’t just made the most erotic speech ever.
There was an invisible crown on my head, and I was staring at my queen. I gripped the armrests of my chair and wished there weren’t dinner spread across the table. The maids would come and clean it at any moment. “You’re the best I’ve ever had too.”
This time when she looked at me, her expression was easy to read. She was surprised by my confession. “Really?”
“Yeah.” She was different from any of the other women I’d been with. She was natural, real. She had a backbone of steel and a scowl that made grown men quiver. She was hard like a rock. “But you already knew that.”
I sat up against the wooden headboard with my hands resting on her hips. My fingertips dug into her soft skin as I guided her up and down my length. She was rocking her hips slowly, taking my long length with restrained fluidness. She sheathed me to the balls then slowly rose up again, moving until only my thick head was inside her.
Her gorgeous tits were in my face, firm with hard nipples. Her petite shoulders led to a slender neck that had already been lavished with kisses. A quiet moan escaped her lips every time she took my entire length. Sometimes I would rock her back and forth, getting her clit stimulated against my muscular frame.
When she fucked me like this, I was in heaven.
When she rocked forward, her tits would move in my face. I would grace them with a kiss before I leaned back and watched her fuck me slowly. Her hands would glide up my chest to my shoulders, and she would use my body as an anchor so she could grind against me harder.
Goddamn.
My hands moved up her thighs, and I gripped her cheeks, squeezing the tight muscle in my palms. I was tempted to finger her asshole, but I suspected that would make me come sooner than I wanted.
Her breathing came out in short spurts, her moans cutting her off from the air that she needed. Her nails dug into me, and her eyes became lidded with intoxication. Our writhing bodies filled the room with the stench of sex.
I wanted to stay like this forever.
She rolled her head back then gripped her tits, squeezing them hard enough to make her wince.
Fuck.
She was slowly slipping away, diving headfirst into an orgasm that would make her toes curl. I’d fucked her enough times to pick up on her shallow breathing, the redness of her chest, and the way she swallowed every few seconds.
My hand moved between her legs, and I pressed my thumb to her throbbing clit. I rubbed it vigorously, making her hips buck automatically. I wanted a woman to enjoy me as much as I enjoyed her, but my primary focus with London was making her feel good. That felt better than having an orgasm. Sex had completely changed her perspective about being stuck with me. Now she needed me, relied on me. If the best way to keep her happy was satisfying her, I was more than happy to oblige.
Instantly, she ground herself against me and lost her breath altogether. Her hand clenched my wrist, and she moaned as the climax hit her. Her cunt tightened around my cock with a gripping force, and she came all over me, her delicious juice drenching my length. “Goddamn, Lovely…” I watched every expression she made, memorizing every detail because she was so stunning. Watching a woman come was always fun, but watching London come was a gorgeous sight. It was hard for me not to blow my load.
She gradually drifted back down to earth, her hips moving slowly over my length. Her breathing eventually returned to normal, and the redness on her chest faded away. She ran her hand through her hair, getting it off her sweaty neck. She had such a curvy figure, perky tits, an hourglass frame, and nice hips. She was so gorgeous it hurt.
Her grip slowly loosened on my wrist. “More.”
My hands returned to her hips, and I clutched her hard. “As many times as you want, Lovely.” It was my pleasure to satisfy this woman. There was nowhere else I’d rather be that night. I didn’t want to call up Sasha or find a woman in a bar. The only woman I wanted to fuck was sitting on my lap at that very moment.