Until April (Until Her/Him #10)(8)

“I like that,” he hisses, then suddenly we’re up and moving. Instinctively, my legs go around his waist, and his mouth finds mine. When we get to the bedroom, he drops me to the bed, his eyes roaming over my face. “Clothes off.”

I don’t hesitate. I strip out of my shirt and pants, then unhook my bra, and lift my hips to take off my panties as he tosses his shirt away. He takes a condom out of his pocket, tossing it onto the bed. When he gets his pants undone, I crawl to where he is, and he bites back a curse as I lick the head of his cock.

“That’s for another time.” He steps back, then smiles at me when I pout. “You’ll get it back, just not now.” He kicks off his pants, then he pushes me back onto the bed and spreads my legs. I expect him to crawl up between my thighs, so I’m not prepared when his face lands between my legs and his hot tongue starts licking through the folds of my pussy, making my back arch up off the bed and a loud moan climb up the back of my throat.

I hold on to the bedding as he devours me and shudder as he thrusts two fingers inside, pumping them in sync with the suction he’s using on my clit. Like a flash, I come, whimpering his name, and before I even come down from the high of my orgasm, he’s there slamming into my still-pulsing pussy.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he orders, and by some miracle, I get my limbs to work, wrap them around him, and hold on, then gasp when he flips us over so that I’m on top. “Ride me.”

I look into his dark, heated eyes, then do as told; I ride him hard and fast, his hips pounding up into me on each down stroke. I’m not sure who is fucking who, but there is no other way to describe what this is. It’s fast and messy, with flesh smacking against flesh, teeth gnashing, and hands roaming.

“I’m so close,” I pant against his mouth when a ball of what can only be described as fire is lit in my lower belly and starts growing by the second.

“Then come.” His thumb finds its way to my clit, circling, sending the fire into an inferno. As I come, he holds onto my hips and pounds up into me, then jerks me down so tight against him that it feels like we are one. I fall against him, breathing heavy, his chest moving as rapidly as mine as our hearts pound in sync. When I finally catch my breath, I try to sit up, knowing I need to put some space between us. It’s one thing to sleep with someone, but there is an intimacy in cuddling after sex, and that is not what we are.

“Where are you going?” he asks, sounding relaxed but alert, his arms tightening around me.

“I should go find my bed.”

“You’re in a bed, and I’m not done with you,” he mutters, keeping me where I am, and for the first time in maybe my life, I don’t argue.

I don’t know if it’s the two orgasms, the wine, or how right it feels being held by him, but I stay right where I am and fall asleep with him wrapped around me.





Chapter 3


April

WAKING SLOWLY, I blink my eyes open and bite my lip when the arm around my waist shifts slightly, causing the fingers attached to the large hand between my legs, that’s cupping my pussy, to twitch. Even as sore and as tired as my body is after the way Maxim fucked me last night, it still reacts to his touch like it’s begging for more.

I carefully move his hand and arm, then sit up and reach for my camisole before heading to the bathroom. I quickly take care of business, wash my hands and try to fix my hair, which is a useless task. Giving up after a couple of minutes I go back out to the main room using the light from the open bathroom door to find my clothes.

“Are you sneaking out on me?” a deep, sleepy voice asks as I pull my lace panties on, and I turn to look over my shoulder at Maxim, finding his shadowy figure sitting up in bed.

“I never sneak out. That’s not my style.” I smile at him before going back to what I was doing.

“Then where are you going?”

“Home.” I grab my jeans as he flips on the lamp on the side table, and when my eyes adjust to the light, I take in the view of his toned chest and arms with the white sheet in total contrast against his tan skin and the black ink on his left arm.

“Come back to bed.” The order should not make my pussy spasm, but, then again, every time he told me what to do last night, it paid off for me in a big way.

“I can’t.” I step into my jeans and jump as I pull them up over my hips. “I need to go home.” I pull off my cami and toss it to the end of the bed so I can put on my bra, and his eyes drop to my chest. Lifting his hand to his mouth, he rubs his fingers across his lower lip while his eyes darken. “I need a shower and to maybe get an hour of sleep before I have to get up and ready in time to show you the first house on our list today.”

“Or we can skip the house showing and spend the day right here in this bed.” He pats the space next to him.

“As tempting as that is, I can’t.” I grab my top and slip it on, then watch him stand, allowing the sheet to fall to the floor. I lick my lips as he walks toward me, then tip my head back when he takes hold of my chin with his pointer finger and thumb.

“I’ll go with you.” He places a kiss on my mouth that causes my insides to twist, then he lets me go and heads for the bathroom.

“Umm.” I shake my head while walking after him. “You can’t come home with me.”

“I can’t?” he asks, turning on the sink, and I stop at the bathroom door, watching him load up a toothbrush. “Why not?” He shoves it into his mouth, and I blink at him as I try to get my thoughts in order and come up with a reason.