I slid my hand under the towel, finding her wet and slick. I stroked her once with my fingertips as she moaned in my mouth. “Is this what you want?” I asked her, breaking the kiss.
“Yes,” she sighed.
“Say it.”
“I want that. I want it.”
“Drop the towel.”
She did, and now she was naked, every delicious and perfect curve of her on my lap, like a dessert I didn’t remotely deserve. I stroked my hands over her hips and she tugged my shirt up, moving fast and almost clumsy. I pulled it off over my head and dropped it. Then I pulled her in for another kiss.
She nipped my lip, impatient. I stroked her breasts—I remembered those from last time, too—and her hands dug down to the buttons of my jeans, undoing them, her fingers working their way inside. The longer you make this woman wait, I told myself, the hotter she burns. I wouldn’t forget it.
I lifted my hips and she shoved my jeans down, just enough to free my cock. She readjusted herself on my thighs and stroked it. I broke the kiss and ran my thumb over her reddened bottom lip, using every drop of my strength to maintain control. “Is that what you want?” I asked her.
“Yes,” she breathed.
“Say it.”
She stroked me. “This. I want this.”
“How much do you want it?”
Her eyes fluttered shut, maybe in embarrassment, maybe in desire. Maybe both. “I want it very, very much.”
I took a condom from my jeans pocket and opened it. I put my hand over hers and we both put it on me. Then I leaned forward and sucked on the skin of her neck, tasting her damp flavor, using just enough pressure to make it almost hurt. “Take what you want,” I told her.
She put her hands on my bare shoulders and rose up on her knees, then lowered herself down on me. We both made some kind of sound, half pleasure and half pain. A week. It had been a week since I’d been inside this woman, and I hadn’t let myself feel the lack of it. I hadn’t let myself remember how hot she was, how tight, how everything went away when I was sunk inside her. I hadn’t been allowed to feel that, so I hadn’t. Not until I was inside her again.
She moved on me, and I gripped her hips. The condom has to go, I thought, the idea coming from nowhere. I’d never had bare sex, but I absolutely had to have it with this woman. I filed that away as a problem I’d find a solution to.
“Oh, God,” she said, and I knew she was feeling the same way I was, the satisfaction of a deep, impossible craving. I leaned up and sucked on her neck again, making her flinch. I didn’t want to leave a visible mark, but I pushed it as close as I could. In response she moved on my lap, making me sink deeper. We both moaned.
“Incredible,” I said against her skin. “You are so fucking incredible.”
She moved her hips, her eyes drifting shut as my fingers dug into her hips. Her body moved in a rhythm, sliding on me, her knees sinking into the sofa.
“That’s it,” I coaxed her softly. “Please yourself.” It pleased me to watch it, to feel it. I slid my hand down her belly, finding her clit with my thumb. I rubbed it with just the right pressure, on just the right spot, as she moved over and over.
I felt the orgasm inside her first, a shaking tremor, and then she was crying out and gripping my shoulders, unable to stop herself. My own orgasm hit like a freight train and I emptied myself into her. Then we both collapsed, panting and sweating.
In that moment, I wanted to keep her. I wanted to have her. I wanted her to be mine—not the just the pretend woman, but the real one. I would have done anything.
She lifted her head and looked into my eyes. She looked dazed, pleased, and completely satisfied. She smiled at me, and the smile was so beautiful I felt it in my bones.
“Thank you,” she said. “I guess it’s time for me to leave.”
Twenty-Six
Samantha
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“I’m telling you, there’s something going on with him,” Jade, the receptionist at Tower VC, said as she poured her coffee. “But no one knows what it is.”
“I don’t know.” This was Anita, the intern in the legal department. She was sipping her coffee, frowning as she scrolled on her phone. “I don’t see what you’re talking about.”
“Keep scrolling,” Jade said.