It was pleasure mixed with douses of pain. Wickedness sewn with gratification. Sex and sin. Lust and want I wanted to be love.
My breaths quickened. I was about to come again. Harder and slower than my body had every experienced.
“Fuck me,” I whispered as the pulses detonated in my core.
Vaughn pushed inside me, pinning me to the bed. I writhed and jerked.
“Oh God,” I cried.
He kissed my neck and throat. “Feel it,” he demanded. “How fucking good it feels like this.”
Locked under his body I had nowhere to go but through the pleasure. To let my body absorb what he could do to me. The bliss coursed through me and I sighed with complete satisfaction.
I’d never let an orgasm’s impact soak through me before. I’d always wiggled and shaken it off as if it had to happen quickly. But not this time. I reveled in it. Each wave. Each jolt.
My body felt warm and soothed, yet alive with energy.
Maybe Vaughn sensed what he had awakened in me. Or maybe he wanted to see how far he could push me. He rolled to his back, bringing me on top of him.
His hands traced the outline of my breasts, stopping to squeeze my nipples. My hands met his and I covered his hands with my palms. I felt him thrust inside me and the rocking took over. My clit needed the friction. Every time my hips moved, it brought me closer to another orgasm.
His hands fell away, gripping my waist with authority as he roughly moved me up and down over his cock.
I bounced wildly and passionately, rubbing my nipples, leaning backward toward the ceiling.
“Don’t stop fucking me like this,” he ordered. His voice ragged and deep.
The farther I leaned back, the deeper he hit my walls, until I was convulsing and vibrating in an uncontrollable way.
I slammed forward on his chest.
“Shit,” he hissed. His hands splayed firmly on my back and I felt his body seize with tension and then he growled quietly against my neck.
His head collapsed onto the mattress and he exhaled.
“Fuck.”
I tried to catch my breath while he drew lazy circles on my back. I extended one leg and then the other as he slid out of me. There was a sudden stickiness between my thighs.
I didn’t want to move. I didn’t want what we experienced to be over. Somehow moving might change it. The moment would pass, or we would get distracted by everything outside of our sex bubble. Because that’s what it was—a bubble of sex. Where nothing else mattered but what we did to each other.
I was afraid to talk. I wanted the moment to last—at least until the sun came up.
Chapter Ten
My hand moved across the sheet to the other side of the bed. I heard the paper rustle before my fingers touched it. I sat up, yanking the note into my hand. The sheet fell from my shoulders, exposing my naked chest.
I didn’t care. Vaughn was gone.
I scanned the page.
Early morning meeting. I didn’t want to wake you.
-V
That was it.
I blinked. I didn’t know what I expected. I curled under the covers. I read the two sentences again trying to squeeze something personal out of them. But I didn’t have much time to dwell. I had to get ready for work.