We don’t know the same people, we don’t live in the same city, and I may never see him again, and there’s an unexpected freedom in that. I can be different.
Whoever he wants me to be.
His eyes are locked on mine, and his jaw clenches. “Get over here and suck my cock, Emily,” he murmurs darkly.
God, yes. I thought he’d never ask. I scurry to my knees, desperate to please him.
I don’t know anything about this guy, but I do know that at this moment, I want to be the best sex he’s ever had. I take him in my mouth as I pretend to be the deep-throat champion of the world. I fist him hard as my hand follows my lips.
It’s been so long, and I feel my sex clench, my orgasm close just from the taste of his preejaculate.
“Fuck . . . so good,” I murmur around him. “The taste of you is going to make me come.”
He tips his head back to the sky and closes his eyes. “Naked. I need you fucking naked,” he growls with urgency. He drags me off the bed and in one moment has my skirt and panties on the floor. He pulls my shirt off over my head and throws my bra to the side.
Then he stops still . . . and in slow motion, with his hands clenched by his sides, his eyes drop down my body. He drinks me in, and I feel the heat as his gaze skims my skin.
My world stops spinning, and I stand before him naked and vulnerable, waiting for his approval.
This is new for me. I’ve never been with a man who’s so dominant and commanding. His eyes, his voice, his every touch reminds me of who I am with and how much his pleasure means to me.
I feel like I want to rise to the challenge, and the primal urge to satisfy him is taking me over.
When his eyes meet mine again, they’re blazing with desire. An undercurrent of darkness and tenderness runs between us. Perhaps I’ve forgotten how a man looks at a woman when every ounce of his being wants her. Because I swear to God, I’ve never seen this look before in my life.
“On your back,” he murmurs.
My face falls in fear.
He takes me in his arms and kisses me deeply as he holds my face in his hands. “What is it?” he breathes.
“It’s . . . it’s been a long time,” I pant.
“I’ll take care of you, baby,” he whispers softly, which eases my fears. His mouth takes mine, his tongue slowly sliding through my open lips with just the right amount of suction.
My knees nearly buckle underneath me.
He lays me down and spreads my legs and smiles darkly as he kisses his way down my body.
I stare at the ceiling as I try to control my erratic breathing; no amount of alcohol could have prepared me for this. He lifts my legs and puts my feet onto his strong shoulders and then drops my knees wide.
I am completely open for him, and he takes me with no reservations and sucks hard.
I buck off the bed. “Ah!” I cry.
But he gives me no mercy as he drives three of his thick fingers into my sex and begins to pump me hard.
Shit . . . can’t we ease into it, at least?
His tongue is on my clitoris, and his fingers are on my G-spot. What the actual hell is going on here? My body begins to quiver like a puppet . . . his puppet.
The man’s a god.
My legs lift off his shoulders by themselves, and I convulse as a freight train of an orgasm rips through me.
That took approximately five seconds. Oh hell. How embarrassing. Way to act cool. He chuckles as if he’s proud, and I throw the back of my forearm over my eyes to hide my face in shame.
He pulls my arm away and takes my jaw in his hand and drags my face back to his. “Don’t hide from me, Emily. Not ever,” he commands.