I run my tongue over the tattoo on his chest. When I get to his nipple, I suck it into my mouth and smile when he threads his fingers through my hair, pulling on the roots to the point of pain.
“Don’t tease me,” he growls and forces me up to take his mouth. If I could kiss this man for the rest of my life it wouldn’t be long enough. If I were standing, my foot would be popped up out of sheer bliss.
“No teasing?” I question with a shy look on my face.
“No.”
“Not even if I do this?” I raise my ass in the air and hover right over his hardness.
“Watch out, baby, you’re playing with fire.”
“Am I?” I ask, sucking his nipple back in my mouth.
“Oh fuck…” He rips my panties from my hips and slams inside me in one beautiful motion.
A sting from his slap to my ass is a sweet pain. I answer by lifting my hips in the air and dropping back down. His hands dig into my naked flesh, searing my skin as his head tips back in ecstasy. My hips rise and fall and he’s letting me know with every spank, every kiss, every groan how much he likes it.
I’m riding him hard, staring into this gorgeous man’s face and nearly ready to combust. A face that leaves me mesmerized by the look of pure bliss on it, longing adoration. Some guys mask how they’re feeling in bed, too in their own head about what they’re doing. This guy has no qualms about showing me he’s enjoying himself just as much as I am.
“Fuck, Carly. It’s like I’ve known you years instead of hours. We fit baby, can you feel it?” I nod my head unable to do anything else.
My mystery guy sits up until our chests are flush, sliding impossibly, magnificently, earth shatteringly deep. My orgasm peaks out and announces its impending arrival and he knows it from the noises coming from my mouth.
He grips my face and orders me to open my eyes. “Let me hear it. Call my name.”
“Oh fuck…” I’m about to do just that, but come up blank. “I don’t know your name.” Shit, my orgasm is about to take over. There’s no containing it.
“Vin,” he growls throwing me on my stomach and driving back into me.
“Oh, right there. Right there. Oh Vinnnnnnnn….” I scream as the pleasure of my climax engulfs me. My hands find his ass and my nails dig in. His magnificent hips begin to buck and four thrusts later he’s groaning into my neck with a fist full of my hair pulling between his clenched fingers.
That just happened.
The single most erotic sexual experience of my life and it was with…a stranger.
As we lay with labored breath, not saying a word, I can’t help but think about what’s next.
“So…” I prompt, hoping he’ll take over.
Vin turns over and props his head up on his hand. “I don’t know where this is going, but…”
A phone begins ringing and I know from the melody that it’s not mine. Mine plays a cute little song and this one has the old fashion ring that’s annoying as hell.
Vin jumps out of bed, swearing under his breath. He pulls his pants from the floor and grabs the annoyance from his pocket.
“Yeah?” he answers, irritation marking his tone. He listens for a minute then looks my way. Eyes full of stone he says, “I’ll see you in ten.”
Vin hangs up the phone then puts a knee on the bed, bending down to place a sweet kiss to my lips. “I have to go, we’ll talk later.”
I’m too in my head wondering what this was and where it could potentially go that I don’t hear him walking toward my bedroom door. With a slam, I’m once again by myself. The conversation we were about to have left hanging.
“You have cats?” I ask feeling the tingle in my nose. I’m highly allergic to cats, but I’m a woman on a mission and I’m not stopping until I reach the motherland.
That’s why I’m at my dates’ house, who’s a complete dud by the way, in my pursuit to forget all about Vin. The man who rocked my world three months ago and disappeared into the night.
Alright, time to get down to business. Clint is hot enough and I have high hopes he can pull me out of my funk. He’s been shooting me subtle hints all night. Stroking my palm, staring at my tits. It’s our third date and I’ve been telling myself it will all be worth it.
Beggars can’t be choosers.