Chapter Three

“Touch my clit.” I said breathlessly. 

 He smiled. “You are one of those?”

 “So what?”

Finally, he took hold of her ass, squeezing gently and controlling her rhythm so that it was smooth and slow. She moaned, melting into his command and letting her thighs relax. He was strong and held her up easily, working her back and forth as his dick slid in and out, stirring up the most incredible friction.

“You have never come just from a guy’s dick?” he asked.

“Does it matter?” she said on a long breath.

“Do you want to?”

She smiled. “Oh you think you are going to open up my world?”

“I think I can find the angle.” He shifted, lowering into the couch and pitching his hips up, as he held her flush to his lap, his erection angled deep inside. The position set his pubic bone hard against her clit, causing an electric burst in her sensitive spot, and Mira immediately moaned, nearly collapsing onto his chest.

 “Oh, right there,” she said, as he helped her to grind into him.

 He let out another breathy laugh, saying, “I know.”

She felt the hard curve of his pubic bone pressing into her clit. His thick erection, the pressure of its head shifting deep inside her, was causing a slow build, burning hot, to surge within.

 “Oh my God, am cumming,” she cried out.

 “Are you going to cum for me, Mira?”

 “Yes.”

 “How many times?”

She shook her head, meaning to say that she didn’t know, but she couldn’t get the words out.

“Oh, right there,” she managed to say when he grabbed her waist, holding her down and thrusting, as he rocked her into a grinding massage that hit her clit with the perfect amount of pressure. “I’m cumming.”

 “Tell me when and I’ll come, too.”

“It’s building,” she moaned as a fresh wave of tingles rushed through her, the precursor to the swell of climaxing. Then her body clenched around him, fluttering into an orgasm. Reflexes took hold and she arched her back, crying out and riding wave after wave.

“Damn, I can feel you,” he said, then his breath hitched in his throat and a long, sexy groan escaped him.

She realized he was wrapping his arms around her and holding her close. She could feel his heart pound in his chest and his erection throb deep inside her, as they rode the final swell of their orgasm.

She could smell the sweat on his hairline and found herself pressing her lips against it. Whoever he was, this had been nothing like her previous encounters, and she felt strangely bonded to him. She didn’t want to let him go. Lifting back, she looked at him.

 “Oh no,” he said.

 “What?”

 “I know that look.”

 “What look?”

He was smiling, but at the same time his eyes were pushing her away.

 “The look where you think this was special.”

“I don’t think that.”

“And you think you won’t be able to do this with anyone else, so you think you need me.”

It had occurred to her she might not be able to get quite the same effect with anyone else, only because she hadn’t before meeting him, but she wasn’t going to admit that.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” she said, easing back, but he didn’t let her go.

“It’s just angles,” he said, but she rolled her eyes. “And it’s my shape, but I will show you a thing or two before you go off on your way.”

 “Oh, will you?” she said sarcastically. “Lucky me.”

 “No,” he said, turning serious. “I’m the lucky one.”

 “You are,” she said skeptically. “And why is that?”

“Because I’m going to take you into the bedroom and have my way with you all night.”

 She had to admit she liked the sound of that, but he’d touched upon a very real danger. She did have a look on her face that screamed she wouldn’t want this to be only one night. And she did think she might not have an encounter like this with another man. It gave him way too much power. She was too busy to need anyone. She couldn’t afford to waste her

thoughts and energy on a guy who was supposed to be nothing more than her way of not tossing and turning all night.

The fact of the matter was that she had gotten what she came here for, and she didn’t need anything else from him.

Realizing that, she stood and began collecting her clothes, as he

stared at her in subdued confusion.

 “Sorry,” she said. “I’ve got a big day tomorrow.”

He didn’t object or stop her, but when she pulled her sweater over her head as the last article of clothing before heading to the door, he caught

her wrist.

 “One last thing,” he said softly.

 “What?”

He pulled her in, holding the nape of her neck and the small of her back, and brushed his lips against hers, then pressed them into a firm kiss.

She had fantasized about his lips during the long twenty minutes she had sat

watching him from across the bar, but none of her daydreams compared to the reality. He felt smooth and warm and sure of himself, and the way his skin smelled, the way his scruff felt against her chin and cheek, had her second guessing her plan to leave.

Their kiss slowed, and she got the feeling he was drinking her in.

Then he eased off and said, “Good-bye.”

She smirked, wondering if she would regret this, but simply said

“bye” and slipped out the door