Only One Night (Only One 3)

“I want to kiss every single inch of you,” he says, getting on the bed with his cock in his hand as I spread my legs for him. “I want you to come on my tongue and then my fingers.” He talks so softly I get shivers all over me. “But my cock,” he says, and he rubs his cock up and down my slit. “My cock needs you first.”

I don’t say a word to him, afraid that if I talk, he’ll stop, and I can’t have him stop. We both look down at his cock as he slowly slides into me. The minute his balls hit my ass, I lift my legs and wrap them around his waist. He props himself over me on his elbows. “Manning,” I finally say when his mouth hovers over mine. I stick out my tongue to slide it into his mouth, and he sucks it in as he slowly begins to move his hips. He lets go of my tongue as he fucks me slow and steady. The whole time, we look in each other’s eyes, and he rests his forehead on mine. I tilt my hips up, trying to get him deeper. “Harder,” I tell him, and he picks up his pace, slamming into me. Both of us moan as my pussy tightens around him. The sound of our skin slapping together fills the room.

“Baby.” He says my nickname, and I lick his lips as his tongue comes out to kiss me back. “I’m going to . . .” I nod, feeling the pull in my stomach that I’m going to come. “Your pussy,” he says. “So tight.” I close my eyes, coming all over him, squeezing him even tighter. He pounds into me now, and then he finally plants himself balls deep as he comes in me.

“I don’t want to leave,” he moans as he pulls out of me after round three or maybe four. Who knows at this point. “But it’s almost six.”

“You need to go,” I tell him, watching him get up and hating it. “I don’t think we’ve actually spent a whole night together.”

“We did,” I say, getting up and grabbing my cashmere robe. “On the first night.”

“What are you going to do today?” he asks me, slipping on his shirt. I stop in front of him, grabbing his hips.

“My parents are coming over at ten,” I tell him, and he just looks at me. “I figured I should tell them the story before they read it in the tabloids.”

“Good idea,” he says, kissing me when I put my head back. I walk him to the front door. “I’ll call you later.”

“Okay,” I say. I’m about to go out with him, and he stops me.

“I don’t want you out there,” he tells me. “I don’t know if she is crazy enough to tell the press about you. They could be outside and take your picture, and well”—he smirks— “you look like you spent the night rolling around in bed.”

“I did.” I smirk at him.

“Well, I don’t want anyone seeing that,” he says. “It’s for my eyes only.”

I shake my head. “Get going,” I tell him. I close the door behind him, and I know that I’m not going to sleep even if I tried. Walking to the shower, I turn it on as my mind thinks of him the whole time.

I slip on my blue jeans and a white cashmere sweater, letting my hair loose. I don’t check the news. Instead, I call Chantal and tell her that I’m working from home today. She tells me that she will send me all the things I need and will drop off anything that comes in for me.

I sit at the island trying to work, but the whole time, I’m looking at the clock. My palms get sweaty when I hear the doorbell at nine forty-five. I get up and walk to the front door, and I open it, seeing both my parents. My mother tries to pretend she is okay and happy to see me, but I know that it’s been killing her not to call me. My father puts both hands on my arms and kisses both my cheeks. “Honey.”

“We brought you some cake,” she says, and I see the box in her hand. “I figured we could eat away the emotions.” I smile, and they walk in with me as I put the box on the counter.

“I’ll make coffee,” I say, turning to walk to the coffee machine when I hear the front door open and then close. I look at them, and they look back at me. “Is Tim coming?” I ask. I look now toward the entrance, and my mouth hangs open when I see it’s Manning.

“Hi there,” he says, going to my father and putting out his hand to shake Dad’s. “Sorry, I’m late.” He looks at my mother. “I’m Manning.” She looks at him, taking his hand and her mouth literally hangs open. He walks around the counter, and he smiles at me. “Sorry I’m late,” he says, kissing my lips.