Davis walks over and sits on the bed in front of me. “Up to you. It could be three or it could be thirty-three. It doesn’t change the fact that what you and I do together…Olivia, it’s so hot.”
I’m like a moth to a flame. I can’t resist the ravenous look on his face, and within seconds I’ve closed the gap between us. He eases me onto his lap and positions my legs into a straddle over his thighs so that our fronts are pressed up against each other. Already, I can feel his hardness growing beneath me.
Drinks are definitely not happening tonight.
My hands move of their own volition, traveling across the broad expanse of his bare chest and looping over to his back. I want to sleep with him again. I want to leave marks on his skin with my fingernails so that he feels me in the morning. I want that faint ache on his skin to make him so desperate for me that when he wakes up in the morning and feels it, he takes me again.
And at the same time, I want to kiss him tenderly and caress him. I want to keep my arms around him and feel his body shuddering to climax on top of mine. I want to feel the slick heat of his cum inside of me and I want to look into his deep brown eyes when we finish.
“I want to buy you,” I whisper when I pull back from kissing him.
He tilts his head to the side. “What do you mean?”
“I want to buy you,” I repeat, steadily gaining confidence in my offer. “I want to pay you for sex. Ten thousand dollars. You fuck me. I fuck you. We play out a few fantasies.”
Surprised, Davis parts his lips to let out a soft mix between a laugh and a scoff before he asks, “Are you serious?”
I silently beg the universe to coax him to a yes. “So serious.”
Hearing that, his expression turns wry. “You think I’m that much of a slut? You think that I would sell my body to you and let you have your way with me?”
“Honestly? Yeah. I kind of do.”
He grins. “Good. I think I am that much of a slut.”
That does it somehow, maybe because we’re just the two twisted fucks that Davis always says we are. We both lose what’s left of our clothes in record time. Before I know it, we’re on the bed together and Davis is pulling me towards him.
“No, you get on top,” I instruct as I scoot on the mattress. “I want to be under you.”
His gaze darkens. “You want me to own your body?”
“I want you to do it like the first time,” I reply softly before adding, “And yes, I wouldn’t mind if you owned me, Davis.”
His expression tempers as he stares back at me. “Like the first time?”
With the sultriest look I can give, I beckon him towards me. “Just like the first time,” I confirm as I plant a line of kisses down his cheek. “Your big body on top of mine, and you holding me like I’m the most precious thing you’ve ever encountered in your life.”
He hesitates; I know better than to ask why. The first time was wonderful for him until it wasn’t. He categorized the night as one of the worst of his life.
“We never talk about how it was for me,” I fill in. “If you had asked, you’d know that it was one of the best memories I’d ever had with a man. Still is.”
In slow, measured movements, Davis climbs over me. “It was?”
“It was. Do you remember it?” I ask as my hands move into his thick hair. “I remember all of it. I’ve thought about it a lot, Davis.”
He pulls back to lower his lips to my nipple. “I remember sucking on these for a while. You went wild for that,” he recalls right before he takes my hardened peak between his lips. Sure enough when he sucks on me my back arches involuntarily. “Just. Like. That.”
“It was perfect,” I assure him as I enjoy his touch. “Really, it was.”
He carries on with his adoring treatment of my tits before he eventually removes his lips from my breast and kisses a path down my body. When he reaches my mound, he stops and cups his hand over it.
“And I distinctly remember losing my goddamn mind when I uncovered this little secret.” His fingers separate my pussy lips so that he can look at the piercing above my hood.
“You remember all of that?” I ask, growing excited at the thought of him replaying that part—that and the good parts—in the same way that I had for years.
“Olivia, I remember all of it, every moment, like it was yesterday,” Davis finally admits. He carefully presses his fingers against my clit and then returns his lips to mine so that he can kiss me. “I remember how soft your skin was and how good every bit of you tasted. I remember that you laid out naked on this bed so confidently—and rightfully so.”
“I thought you looked like a god,” I confess as my hands take up a caress on his shoulders. “And that you fucked like a god too.”
“That’s funny, because I remember telling you that I could worship this body.” He gives my clit a soft pinch that draws out a gasp. “And I do, Olivia. I worship your body.”
His lips find mine and we stop reminiscing long enough to take each other in. His kiss deepens as his fingers enter me, taking care to prepare me for his size like he did the first time. Languid strokes turn to deep plunges as he works a third finger into my channel, winding me up past the point of no return.
Minutes later, when he enters me, he faces little resistance as he fills me with his cock. For the second time in my life, I find myself underneath Davis Ridgeway as he plows me into slow, blissful oblivion, whispering, “You’re so fucking beautiful,” to me.
My pussy milks his length, pulsing tight as the pressure between us grows to dangerous levels. I could become obsessed with this man. I could crave this man—and only this man—who feels so unbelievable when he’s deep inside of my body like this.