Grinding up into her, drawing an involuntary moan from her and an answering grind, he touched his open lips to her pulse point. “Yes, I know. I know that I was the best you ever had. That you haven’t found anything near what we shared. That after last night, you’re burning for more.”
Holding him in her hypnotic gaze, she nodded, silently conceding everything he’d said.
Then in a low, raw whisper, she said, “Then give me more, Raiden. Now.”
“Yes.” The word escaped him on a scalding hiss as he freed himself. Then he bunched her skirt up before lifting her up to hover over his thick crown. His hands fisted at her hips as he tore her panties away, making her gasp.
His erection thudded against her molten lips, making her fingers dig in his shoulders. “Now, Raiden. Now.”
Everything in him surged at her tremulous urgency, tensed when she wrapped her fingers around him and positioned him at her soaking entrance, tried to bear down on him.
She was as tight as ever, what had always made him think he wouldn’t fit inside her. But their almost impossible fit had always made them incoherent with pleasure, driven them to pinnacles of wild satisfaction. It had again last night. It would always do so. The scent of their lust rose heavy and humid in the limo as he began invading her.
“So ready.” He groaned at the delicious agony as she opened to him, singed him with her heat and honey. “So right.”
Her eyes squeezed shut and she moaned as he forged into her clenching depths, stretching her beyond her capacity.
Pressing her lower belly, he slid his thumb between her drenched folds, rubbed her nub in slow circles, and she cried out, clenched tighter around his girth, taking him deeper. She opened her lust-heavy eyes and watched him feverishly.
She was so beautiful draped over him like that, her lithe body straining against and around his, needing his occupation, his pleasuring. He already felt she’d always look like that. To him, she’d always be her, the one woman he craved, no matter what she looked like, or what she was.
“Perfect,” he bit out, his teeth grinding with the avalanche of sensations as he began to thrust up into her. “Always perfect.”
Her heat rose with his praise, and she became even wetter, letting him slide smoothly farther inside her.
“So hot and hard, so deep... You’re so deep inside me. Take me, Raiden, do it to me, all the way inside me... Raiden...” she keened, over and over, fidgeting around him to ease the edge of pain she’d confessed always accompanied his complete occupation. But he also knew it made her pleasure sharper, her release more explosive. Her body was corroborating his knowledge, rippling around him, squeezing, trembling on the verge of orgasm. And he hadn’t fully sheathed himself inside her yet. He was hovering on the edge, too.
Cursing, he knew they were too inflamed, would combust too quickly. But he was damned if he’d let them come without being inside her all the way, as she demanded, as he needed.
Gripping her hips, he leaned her backward, altering the angle of her descent, making her open fully for his plundering. A breathless cry escaped her as she took him to the root.
After waiting out the blinding sensation of being buried inside her to the hilt, he withdrew, dragging a soft shriek from her depths, along with his erection. He thrust back. And she screamed, came all over him, her body lurching in convulsions, inside and out. He rode her harder as she came, his grasp on her hips ferocious. Pleasure spread from where they connected to every inch of his body as he felt her finish, then without pause start to climb again up the spiral of carnal desperation.
“Please...” She lurched forward to press her gasping mouth to his, her fingers gripping his sweat-dampened hair as she rode him, begging him with body and trembling
pleas to end her renewed torment. “I’m coming again. Raiden, please, come with me....”
He lost his mind, the need to finish her and empty himself into her taking over completely. Tilting her, he angled his thrusts, pummeling against that trigger inside her. She at once tightened and shook, then exploded into another shrieking orgasm. Grabbing her by the nape, he fed her convulsions, his hips becoming a blur as he pounded into her, making her writhe and moan and come harder, her body heaving with every discharge of pleasure.
“Hannah!” His bellow of ecstasy sounded feral in his own ears as at last his orgasm tore into him, his seed scorching through his length and shooting into her milking depths in jet after agonizingly pleasurable jet.
Their mutual release raged on until he was fully drained and she collapsed on top of him, a boneless mass of tremors and satiation. She pressed her face to his equally hot, moist neck, her breath gusting to the same labored rhythm as his.
The limo undulated smoothly through the streets of Tokyo as they lay there, like last night, both fully clothed, only merged at their most intimate parts, which made it all more excruciatingly erotic. He finally brushed his lips across hers, as if comforting her in the aftermath of this mind-blowing interlude, what he again hadn’t expected or planned.
“Call me Scarlett.” Her whisper hit his cheek with her still-gasping breaths.
“Is that your real name?”
“No. But it...has meaning to me.”
What was that? And what was her real name? Where did she come from? Would she ever tell him? Should he demand to know?
No. Their relationship would remain at this sexual level, would never go any further. He’d once thought it could, would, but he’d been wrong. Now there was no place in his life for anything but his plans. And even without his plans, he had no place in his life for someone like her. He was sure she had none for him, either.
He carefully disengaged their bodies, even though he was already clamoring for round two, and tidied them both up.
In minutes, she was once again sitting beside him, looking so deceptively prim in her utilitarian clothes and ponytail, as if she hadn’t just combusted in his arms and wrung a new level of ecstasy from his every cell. He brushed damp tendrils of hair off her temples, cupped her cheek.