The Man Who Has No Sight (Soulless 4)

“And you.”

She didn’t agree verbally, but her eyes softened. “He’ll be alright. You’ve done enough. It’s time to let go.”

“Yeah…I think so too.”

“And that video is vicious. She has nothing over your head anymore.”

The chains were off my wrists and ankles. I didn’t have to entertain her manipulation and her threats. “That was smart thinking.”

“I just seized the opportunity.”

I was pissed Valerie had grabbed Derek like that, and sometimes I worried about how she treated him, but since Derek was so well behaved, I doubted there was any reason to use force. I never had to. He might be the victim of neglect, which was a form of abuse, but he was so intelligent that he could entertain himself. And he always had me, just a short elevator ride away. “He wants to go to the cabin tomorrow.”

She smiled. “Of course he does. What did you say?”

“Yes.”

“Yay. I’m so glad our office is closed for the holiday.” She scooted closer to me, tucking her leg between mine.

“He’s never seen the snow.”

“Aww. What about you?”

“Yes.”

“Do you have any snow gear for him?”

“No, actually.”

“I’ll take care of it in the morning.”

“On Black Friday?” I asked in surprise.

“Yeah. But I know people. Don’t worry about it.” She scooted closer to me, her lips resting against my neck. Her hand moved down my chest to my hip, and she took a breath when she realized I was naked.

It’d been a long time since we’d been together, and when I came to bed, I already knew what I wanted. I’d been in a bad mood all week, so I’d had no desire, but not having her had probably made my mood worse. It was like getting sucked into a black hole. Now that the weight was off my shoulders, I felt liberated.

I rolled her to her back, my hand sliding over her stomach to her hip so I could grab the lace of her panties. I pulled them down as I looked into her eyes, seeing the way her lips parted instantly, like she was ready for this with the simple press of a proverbial button.

She was in one of my shirts, so she pulled it to her stomach then arched her back to get it off all the way.

I moved on top of her, our bodies coming close together, the tops of my thighs pressed against her inner ones. My weight pressed her into the mattress, and I positioned myself on top of her, folding her underneath me, getting her in the exact position I wanted to take her.

Then I slid inside her…and she was so smooth.

She moaned quietly, her hands immediately anchoring into my back, her nails digging into my flesh.

She felt so fucking good. I was a man who succumbed to the perfection of a woman, feeling like a king wrapped around in her warm tightness. But it felt even better because it was her…and it was me. When we’d made love in the kitchen, I’d lasted less than five seconds because it’d been the longest dry spell of my adult life. Now, it’d only been a week…and the same thing had happened again.

I came at our contact, filling her pussy with an urge I couldn’t control. It was instinctual, carnal. I came with a moan, giving her a load of seed that immediately dripped to the sheets beneath us. With my forehead pressed to hers, I breathed against her mouth, feeling my cock remain hard as steel because I was still so fucking aroused, turned on by my own climax, how she demolished my threshold just by being underneath me.

I started to move, sliding through my own come, ready to give her an encore so good she would forget the first act.

She locked her ankles around my waist and rocked with me, panting against my mouth, moaning quietly so my son wouldn’t hear the pleasure we couldn’t contain. Her lips moved to mine, and she kissed me gently, her lips trembling like she was about to explode herself, like all she needed was contact and a little friction.

And then she did, coming with a long and sexy moan.

Fuck, at least I wasn’t the only one.

She whispered against my lips. “Just a warm-up…”

I thrust through my come and hers, so turned on it seemed like I hadn’t just exploded a moment ago. I tried to swallow my moans and keep them quiet, but it was fucking impossible. She just felt so good; this felt so right. I’d missed her. I’d missed this. I could never go back to the way my life used to be, having casual sex with women who meant nothing to me, not when sex could be this good…when I was in love.

Four

Cleo

We sat in the back seat of the SUV, Derek in between us in a puffy jacket and a beanie.