Because Of Love

He’s using you, use him back. Carrie’s words echoed in her mind. When she’d said that Talia had refused to sleep her project into international success. But, as Carrie said, it was clear she was the only one getting emotional over their sleeping together. So why shouldn’t she get what she wanted for this arrangement too? He was clearly using her weakness for him to his advantage, she might as well come out of the other end with more than just a broken heart. Decided, she followed him into the room. It irked her that he was already laying on the bed naked, as if knowing she would come.

Fine! Shoving her shorts down she said, “This is the last time we are doing this. Next time you come here it’s to sleep. Deal?”

Hands behind his head, a smug smile on his lips he said, “You sound like you are about to have a root canal.”Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

“Same process. Deal or no deal?”

“If it makes you feel any better, I’ll make it a teaching round.”

“What do you mean?”

“A woman gets off more when her pleasure is in her own hands. I’ll teach you how to ride me.”

“Somehow, I get the feeling you’ll enjoy this more than I will.”

He chuckled, suddenly vaulted up, grabbed her hand by the wrist and pulled her onto the bed. She fell over him with yelp.

Holding her to his chest he said, “You’re not very experienced, are you?”

“Why?” she asked mulishly, trying to pull away from him.

His hold around her tightened. “The slightest touch,” he said. She stilled when his hand moved over her ass, going lower until his fingers found her secret spot. She sucked in a breath as the muscles in her legs tightened. “Brings out the biggest reaction. I liked it,” he said, his eyes sparkling predatorily.

What have I gotten myself into? she wondered as she looked into darkening brown eyes. “Like I said, more you than me.”

“Both,” he said, his lips capturing hers in a dizzying kiss.

Talia broke the kiss and sat on his lap, her thighs bracketing his. She hadn’t had the courage to take off her panties or the crop top. She jumped when his warm hands moved over her thighs, squeezing and releasing as they moved up and down. She sighed, closing her eyes like a content petted cat, not daring to look him in the eye, but she could feel his on her. Hot and hungry she was sure of it. One hand left her naked thigh and she felt it a moment later in her hair. He combed his fingers through and the pin holding it in a bun slipped loose. She felt her hair tumble down her back with a sweep.

“What did you do to your hair?”

The terseness in his voice surprised her into opening her eyes. His brows were pulled together in a distressful look.

“Why?” she asked.

He drew his hand closer, over her shoulder, strands of her hair weaved around his fingers.

“I’ve been fantasizing about those curls for months.”

Her head reared back in surprise. “Is that why you undid my braid last time?”

His lips went up in a flirty smile. “And why I had you on top, kneeling over me for the most part of the night. There was life in your hair when you came. Era bellissimo de guardare.”

‘It was beautiful to watch,’ those words paired with his silky voice sent shivers through her. The hand still on her thigh moved to her waist and he yanked her forward, pressing her sensitive clit against his bulging erection. Her body jerked with breath stealing awareness at the contact.

“And when you bounced, your boobs and your hair moved in tandem. Mi ha fatto impazzire.”

Talia tried to clench her thighs together as her need grew. If he kept talking like that she would be the one to go crazy. How he remembered every detail of her when they were together surprised her. All she could barely remember was a wall of muscle above her, and that was from compromised vision and fog filled mind.

“Happy to please,” she said breathily.

He chuckled, low and guttural, the hand on her back moving up. He sat up then, and she only knew what he was up to when cool air touched her back, then moments later, her arms were forced up and the crop top was off.

“You have beautiful hair,” he whispered against her collar, his lips light touch against the heated skin tickled her, and her hips involuntarily rolled. “But I like the curls better.”

Hands on his broad shoulders, she pulled him closer saying, “You said that already.”

Arms around her, he pulled her up, forcing her half up and balancing on her knees. She felt his tongue trace wetly on her upper boob, a flicker away from her tightening nipple, but not once did he touch it, as he teased her. She trembled in anticipation, silently begging him to end her misery.

“So sensitive,” he said, his hot breath fanning over her already taut nipple. “So responsive.”

She gasped with pleasure when he finally sucked it into his mouth, while he stroked the other lightly with the pad of his thumb and her brain blissfully shit down. She closed her eyes as an answering tug in her womb forced her back on to his lap, pressing against his cock, her muscles tightened and she pushed forward, the hands at the back of his neck and head unintentionally pulling him down, keeping his mouth where it was. The friction against her boxer lace panties that was squeezed between her swelling clit and his hot throbbing rode nearly undid her. She threaded her fingers through his raven hair when his lips moved to suck on the pulse at her neck as he pulled her closer, banding his arms around her until she was pressed flush against him, her achy breasts against his hard pecs.

“I want you to ride me,” he whispered hotly before he took her right earlobe into his wet mouth.