Heated Night 2

Her inner walls fluttered weakly around him in the aftermath, little aftershocks that made his jaw clench. She was breathing in shallow, shaky pants, face still turned into the pillow, hair sticking to her damp neck. The scent of her which smelt like vanilla and arousal, that faint innocent sweetness was everywhere. It coated his tongue, his lungs, his fucking sanity.

He should pull out, roll off and end it, but instead, he braced himself on one hand and started sliding in and out slowly.

She moaned softly, she was surprised she already had a sensitive place that drove her crazy. He felt her clench involuntarily around the base of his cock and something primal roared awake again. “Fuck,” he breathed against the shell of her ear. “You’re still so tight… still gripping me like that even after you came twice.”

He gripped her waist, pulled it back to meet his movements. Norah’s fingers curled into the sheets. “Ahh…” A tiny, helpless sound escaped her. “Yeah…” she almost demanded more!

He pulled almost all the way out, watching the way her body tried to follow him, her hips lifting instinctively, then sank back in with one smooth, deep thrust.

She gasped and arched her back. Her thighs were trembling. He did it again and again, kept his movements slow and deep. Each stroke rubbed against every swollen, sensitive inch inside her until her breathing turned into loud moans that hit him straight in the gut.

He pressed his chest to her back, caged her completely, one forearm braced beside her head, the other sliding under her to cup one full breast. He pinched the nipple lightly between thumb and forefinger, rolling it while he kept that torturously slow rhythm.

“You feel that?” he murmured, lips brushing the nape of her neck. “How deep am I? How fucking perfect you fit me?”

Norah unconsciously nodded and pushed her butt back to meet him with a hiss. She wasn’t the one controlling her body anymore!

He nipped her shoulder. “I’m not done with you.” He pulled out completely, ignoring her small, disappointed whine and flipped her onto her back in one smooth motion.

Moonlight caught the sheen of sweat on her collarbones, the flush spreading down her chest, the way her breasts rose and fell with every ragged breath. He still couldn’t see her face clearly because she had one arm thrown over her eyes like she was hiding too, but he didn’t need to.

He hooked her legs over his forearms, spreading her wide, knees pushed toward her shoulders.

“Look at you,” he rasped, staring down at where they’d been joined. She was swollen, glistening, his release slowly leaking out of her, mixing with her own wetness. “So pretty… so ruined already… and I still want more.”

He notched himself at her entrance again. She was so tense. He paused. “Tell me to stop if it’s too much,” he said, voice gravel-rough. Then softer, almost coaxing: “Or tell me you want it.”

Norah sighed deeply and suddenly felt like hitting him! He was inside her, teasing her entrance with just the tip and still dared to ask her stupid questions? She scoffed and tilted her hips up toward him, she wouldn’t be seeing him again anyway.

He chuckled and thrust immediately, burying his whole length inside her. Both of them groaned.

The angle was deeper and tighter. He could feel every ripple, every flutter as he stayed buried inside her. Her hands flew to his biceps, nails digging in as he started moving, the kind of thrusts that dragged the head of his cock over that spot inside her that made her eyes roll back beneath her arm. “Fuck!! right there?” he growled when she cried out louder than before.

He angled his hips and hit it again and again. Her legs started shaking around him. Little sobs spilt from her mouth. He leaned down, lips brushing the underside of her jaw, so tempted to kiss her lips. “I’ll double whatever they’re paying you,” he said hoarsely against her skin. “Triple. Whatever you want. Just fuck!!" he cursed. " I mean, just let me keep going. Let me have you like this all night.”

Her only answer was to weakly spread her legs wider and let him do whatever he wanted. She knew the man was drugged too. After this, they shouldn’t see each other again. They were both adults after all.

He fucked her harder, faster, their skin slapping against skin, bed creaking under them, creating the type of sound he wanted to keep hearing. One of his hands slid between their bodies, his thumb found her clit, rubbing relentless circles while he pounded into her.

“Ohhh… gosh!!” she yelled.

Her whole body locked up, back bowing off the mattress, an endearing moan tearing from her throat as she pulsed around him, milking him so tightly they both saw stars.

He tried to hold onto his self-control, but he couldn’t. “Damn! You’re the first lady who made me lose my self-control!” He slammed deep one last time and emptied inside her again, hot and thick pulses that seemed to go on forever, her hips kept jerking with every wave until he was shaking too.

They stayed locked together, panting, trembling. But he stubbornly didn’t pull out. He’d never lost his self-control this way and he found it hard to rein it in now.

He lowered himself carefully over her, his forehead pressed to her shoulder, breathing heavily. After several long moments, he ran his fingers through his hair. “I don’t think money’s gonna be enough anymore,” he murmured. “Will you be able to stand up tomorrow?”