The Affair (The Evolution of Sin 1)

Sinclair hadn’t said I could.

He swelled in my mouth and his strong legs tensed. I prepared myself for his orgasm, tipping my head to allow a deeper angle of penetration even as my eyes sought his face, desperate to see his expression as he spilled into my mouth. But his hands clenched in my hair and pulled my face away roughly. His chest worked like a bellows as he b

reathed in and out through his mouth, trying to control his desire. I blinked at him, confused but after a moment, when he was under control, he rasped, “Are you very sore?”

I nodded. “I’m aching.”

He detected the wantonness in my tone and suddenly he was lifting me, easily fitting me on top of him with my knees straddling his legs and his pulsating erection at my entrance. His fingers found me drenched with desire and he let out a long ragged breath.

“So wet for me.” He seemed awed by it and the smokiness of his voice made me wriggle, rubbing myself against him. “Stop.” His fingers bit into my curved hips and his eyes bore into mine. “This is going to be quick. For both of us. Put your hands on my shoulders and hold on.”

His dark promise thrilled me and I grabbed his shoulders, clenching his sinewy muscles and the soft fabric of his shirt in my fists. As soon as I was latched on, he breathed deeply like a warrior before battle and thrust into me. I screamed, my head falling back on my shoulders, but he was already lifting me, slamming back inside of me. He was so big, I couldn’t take all of him and the size of him inside me ached as it was but it was a delicious pain and I began to throw my hips down as he manipulated me over his rigid length. I was moaning, babbling incoherently, so lost in pleasure I momentarily forgot where I was.

His thumb shifted and found my needy clit, gently brushing it with the pad. My orgasm lay before me and I was greedy for it, gagging for it, but he hadn’t said the words and after a few more battering thrusts I was worried he wouldn’t.

“Do you want to come, Elle?” His voice was somehow still controlled, cool and only slightly cracked through with desire.

I grated my hips against him, taking another inch, and heard him gasp with pleasure. “Please, I need it.”

“I know you do. I can feel you milking me, desperate for my come, aren’t you?”

I loved listening to his cultured voice speak such dirty words, they made me wetter somehow and the next time he plunged into me, it was to the hilt.

“Oh God, please, please, please,” I begged, quaking with the need to release.

“Yes,” he hissed, his hands racing up my torso, holding my plush breasts between his hot palms and scraping both callused thumbs across my puckered nipples. “Your God. Come hard for me. Now.”

I shattered. Currents of pleasure raced over my body, undoing my particles and liquefying my bones. I was vaguely aware of Sinclair’s bark of triumphant, like a rutting animal, and the sound intensified my pleasure, the heat of him releasing inside of me tipped me further over the edge so that I clawed at him with both hands and leaned forward to bite his shoulder. He shuddered at the contact and twitched inside me even after he had finished.

I lay exhausted on top of him for a minute before he lifted me gently off of him and placed me on the seat beside him. My eyes were closed but I could hear him fiddle with something in the side door and my lids sprung open when I felt the slightly abrasive cloth against my sloppy sex. He looked concentrated on his clean up, a furrow on his habitually smooth forehead. I reached up to touch it and he flinched.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, too fatigued to feel embarrassed by his sudden coldness.

He shook his head, the reddish hairs at the back of his neck sticking there. “I shouldn’t have lost control like that. You must have been in pain.”

I snorted and shrugged when he stared at me with a cool raised brow. “I was overwhelmed with pleasure. When I’m with you, I, well, I feel electric, like there is a pulse between us.”

He nodded curtly as if he understood and, finished his gentle cleaning, he closed my legs and disposed of the damp napkin in the door garbage.

“I came inside of you.” A thrill punched me in the stomach and I placed a hand there, shocked by my reaction. “And you obviously aren’t on birth control.” He shook his head and a muscle in his jaw ticked. “There is a pharmacy near the resort, I’ll get you something on the way back.”

“I am,” I whispered, suddenly embarrassed. “To regulate my, um, periods.”

“Good.” He nodded curtly. “I am tested regularly and I assume you are clean but that won’t happen again.”

My lips pursed but I nodded, unable to speak past the constriction in my throat. It was stupid of me to be so emotional but I was wrung out, physically and mentally by the lack of sleep and the whirlwind nature of being with Sinclair. I closed my eyes and sighed.

“Hey.” His hand was on my chin, turning it so that he could look me in the eye. “You should know, I’ve never seen anything sexier than you touching yourself like that for me, expect maybe the sight of you on your knees, the excitement in your eyes as you took me in your sweet mouth.”

It was hardly romantic, but his words ignited joy deep within my chest. I was proud, so proud of having pleased him and having pleased myself. Despite what my first sexual partner had said, I was capable of doing it right, and the knowledge gave me new life. I beamed at him and watched as he blinked, like he was staring at the noon sun.

“Magnificent,” he murmured, before shaking his head slightly, his features once again stone cold. “Now, are you ready for the adventure?”

I continued to grin at him. “Hell yes.”

His eyes narrowed. “A simple yes would have sufficed.”

“Yes, master,” I teased and watched as his eyes turned molten. I couldn’t believe I had such power over him and I giggled.