“Have you ever had sex in a bowling alley?” he murmured against my lips.
“No. Have you?”
“No.”
I pulled back, looking at him skeptically. Bran didn’t have a reputation for being a playboy, but seeing how sexy he was and knowing his prowess in bed, I had no doubt he had a varied love life.
“You’re the first woman I’ve brought down here.”
My heart rolled in my chest, wanting that to mean something. He kissed me again, maneuvering me until we were on the couch near the bar area. He took off his boxer briefs and then divested me of my panties. He sat on the couch and pulled me down until I straddled his thighs.
“I love to watch you ride me.” He pulled me close, sucking my nipple into his mouth. I felt the erotic tug straight to my pussy.
“Bran.” I cradled his head in my hands and tilted him up so I could kiss him again. I rubbed against his hard cock, eager to feel him inside me.
“Ride me, Anne.”
His words ratcheted up my need. I rose over him, guiding him to me and then slid down.
“Oh…” My head dropped back as pleasure flooded my blood stream.
“Yes…fuck you feel so good.” His head dropped forward against my chest. “So fucking good.”
I brought my head back up, wanting to watch him as I rode him. His gaze watched me as we moved together. In this moment, like this, everything seemed perfect. I thought of the child growing inside me.
Of how I got my first look at our baby and nearly wept at what I’d agreed to do when it was born.
How could I walk away from either of them?
“I want to feel you come around me, Anne.” He brought his thumb to my clit and rubbed as I rocked over him. My pussy clenched and pleasure spiked as my orgasm shot through me.
“Bran!”
“Yes, baby. Come on my cock.”
I continued to move over him, not wanting this to end. Not this moment.
Not my time with this man.