He growls forcing himself deeper, hammering his body against mine. We’re equally as desperate for each other, ignorant of the loud echoes heard by the people below. He pleads with me to come with him, and I know I’m close, the ache in my belly rising at a fast pace, ready to let go when the sting of his palm smacking my ass speeds up the momentum, and I cry out loud, shocked at how much I enjoy the pain.
I beg him for more. Grabbing my ass into his hands, he squeezes tight and releases, slapping me hard again.
I yelp again at the sting, begging again.
This time, the slap of his hand echoes against my skin, and with only one eye open, I’m certain that people below have heard and stopped to find out where the commotion is coming from. Never have I felt sated and free at the same time, letting go of all my worries and losing myself completely to him.
Leaning forward, he bites into my shoulder and tells me he can’t take it anymore.
It’s all I need to hear, riding the orgasm as my walls contract, and he tells me he can feel it against his cock, and follows right behind me. His final thrust is hard and fierce, and I release a lengthy moan, collapsing into his arms as we both come down from the intense high of it all.
“Fuck,” I huff, breathing unevenly.
He places his hands firmly on my hips, warning me he is pulling out. I wince at the twinge and threaten to collapse in exhaustion as he pulls himself all out.
A tissue box lies on the bedside table. He grabs a few and cleans us up. I don’t ask any questions, yet he knows I’m mortified and embarrassed. Being such a gentleman, he reassures me it’s nothing bad and guides us to the bed, both of us falling into a crumpled heap. That was intense, and just like he promised, it aroused me in more ways than I can ever imagine.
I snuggle into his side, burying my face into his skin. I run my tongue along his nipple, tasting his sweat.
“One minute, Adriana. I must be good.”
I swat his arm. Cocky bastard knows he is. “Well, since you soon followed, I must be real good.”
He stretches my arms above my head and lies on top of me. Positioning his face directly above mine, his piercing stare melts away my concerns, my worries, and guilt.
“I mean what I said. I need to be inside you every day, Adriana,” he tells me.
“I know.”
He is talking to me not only with his words but with his eyes. They are showing me what I need to see, a part of him that he’s been hiding. “I’ve never felt this way about anyone.”
“Like what?” I ask.
“Complete.”
There’s that single word again, one word that holds so much meaning. “But why is it any different to Charlie?”
Oh, there I go again. Fuck you, brain!
His expression is bleak, and he falters. “I don’t know. It just is, okay?”
“That’s not an answer.”
“I’m feeling very vulnerable here. I just fucked you, I’m lying here naked, and you want to talk about my ex-girlfriend?”
“Fiancée,” I remind him.
He pulls himself off me, dragging the sheets to cover his body. “I don’t get you. What does it matter anymore? I thought we were past this.”
“I don’t know. I just want to know why you think it’s different?”
A sinister laugh follows. “You don’t trust me, that’s it?”
“Of course, I trust you,” I holler in frustration. “I’m just all over the shop, Julian. I didn’t tell you what happened last night.”
The room is silent as he waits for me to continue. “The psychic basically said this was real… we are real.”
“Of course, it’s real. What did you think it was… a fling?” He appears to be offended.