The look in his eyes tells me he’s ready to enter me, but I must be mistaken. He pulls off me completely and tells me, “I want to see you.”
He takes my hands and gently helps me sit up and get off the bed. I’m standing in front of him. He moves a few steps away. His eyes run down my body ever so slowly.
“You’re so sexy, baby. Touch yourself for me.”
I’m so aroused, I do what he says. Any anxiety I may have had about doing something like this is gone. He makes me feel so safe, so gorgeous; I want to satisfy him. I slide a hand down my body to meet my mound. I widen my stance a bit for room. I slide two fingers inside and rest my thumb on my clit.
He groans at the site and wraps a hand around his cock, stroking up and down slowly. I’m wet. I’m turned on already, but seeing him react to me makes me want him more. My other hand floats up to my breast. I circle the nipple and throw my head back at the thought that I’m close to coming already.
I stand before him, admiring his perfect body and taking in the lust on full display on his face. It’s more than lust. It’s adoration, I think. Whatever it is, I can’t help myself. I love how he looks at me, like I’m so sexy and powerful; like I’m everything he wants in a woman. My heart starts to beat so quickly, I think my chest will burst.
He reaches for a condom from his pants on the floor and puts it on. He strides toward me, but doesn’t touch me. He’s so close I can feel his body heat. It radiates through me, right to the core. His cock is just inches from my mound now. I step up to him and close the gap, pressing my breasts against his burning hot chest. I slide my hardened nipples across his chest and he wraps his strong arms around me.
He picks me up and carries me to the bed again, depositing me on the bed sideways, with my knees and feet off the edge. He sits beside me and lowers to kiss me. I’m so hot, so wet, the moisture is pooling between my legs. He stretches out beside me. He runs his fingers across each breast, then presses his lips on one nipple, and then the nest.
I’m panting now, gasping. The pleasure rolling through my body is only unmatched by my raw need. He continues to touch me, and I begin to beg him to come inside. I feel he’s stretching out the moment. He wants more than just sex. He want to love me, to commit every second to memory. He doesn’t have to tell me this. It’s in his eyes and his touch.
He moves up to kiss me again, driving his tongue between my lips. He rolls on top of me. His skin is hot and his chest muscles ripple against my breasts and stomach. God, the feel of his skin on mine, and his rock hard cock against my clit drive me over the edge. My body convulses as I come. The waves of pure pleasure travel in through my core and out to my fingers and toes.
He knows I’ve come. He holds me close and waits, but keeps his lips on mine. His tongue doesn’t stop its assault until my shaking subsides.
“Please, baby. Please come inside me,” I beg again.
This time he does. He parts my legs wider with his knees. He stands at the edge of the bed and pulls my legs up to rest in the crook of each of his arms. My ass is high off the bed. My clit is throbbing and my thighs are still weak from my first orgasm.
“Jonathan” I whimper.
He replies with his throbbing cock. He pierces my opening and drives deep inside me. I think I scream in pleasure. I can barely hear myself, it feels so good. Each thrust of his hips is accentuated by the precarious angle. He’s able to pull out completely and reenter my wet pussy, burying himself deep in my channel each time.
I arch my back and his cock hits my g-spot with every new plunge. The pleasure running through me has gone through the roof. I can black out from how amazing it feels. He continues to thrust inside me and pull out, and soon I come again. This climax has hit me harder than the last. I hiss. My eyes flutter closed. I’m shaking so much he pulls out slowly and lowers me back to the bed.
I beg him to come back inside me. He cradles my back and shifts me so I’m stretched out on the bed, head to toe. I tell him I want him to come inside me. I beg him to take me hard.
“I don’t know what you do to me, Rebecca,” he moans. “There’s no one else for me now. Only you.”
I see the sincerity in his eyes and a tear falls from mine. “I’m yours, baby,” I tell him, gazing into his eyes.
We’re locked in a powerful moment. There’s something we share. I can’t put into words. All I know is if I open my mouth to say anything right now, I’ll end up telling him I love him. I bite down on my bottom lip to make sure I don’t say it. His eyes close, and when they open again, I sense he’s feeling exactly the same way. It’s too soon for us to confess what we’re feeling right now. It’s best to wait.
He looks down at me and smiles. He blinks again and the expression in his face transforms to one of desire. I’m consumed with anticipation all over again. My pussy is hot and wet, and all I want is his cock deep inside me. I’m at a new level of pleasure when he slowly slides into me again with the tip of his cock head.
I wrap my legs around his hips and hold on to his firm biceps. He buries himself deep inside me with a thrust that I think has sent me to another world. I groan. I call his name. I beg him to fuck me until he comes. He pumps in and out, moving faster in and out of me with each stroke.
I can come again, but I wait. I think he’s close. I reach my head up and tug on his nipple gently with my teeth. I swirl my tongue around and begin to suck as he pounds me with his swollen cock. He growls and tells me he’s coming, and with a few deep strokes inside me, I feel him stiffen and release his load in me. The sensation sends me to my third peak. I orgasm again as his cock pulses through his climax, clinging to him as he shakes.
He stays on top of me until he feels my orgasm subside, and then pulls out gently and relaxes beside me. We’re both gasping for air now. When our breathing gets back to normal, he gathers me in his arms.
“You drive me wild, woman,” he whispers.
“Mmmm,” I moan. “I can’t wait to make love to you in the Bahamas.”
“Me too,” he answers. “I should let you get some sleep. My dad is coming to my place first thing in the morning.”
“Stay with me,” I ask him. “I’ll set my alarm and make sure you leave on time.”
“Alright. Are you sure?”
“I just…I need you close tonight,” I admit.
He smiles and pulls the cover over us. He takes me in his arms. It’s probably just minutes before we both fall asleep.
Chapter Four
Jonathan
I wake up the next morning and it takes me a few second to remember I’m beside Rebecca. I smile. It’s been another nightmare-free night. I’m grateful for this extra side-effect this woman is having on me. I look over at her. She’s still sleeping. She looks so peaceful, I let her sleep. Her alarm hasn’t gone off yet.
I get up and stretch, and then head to her bathroom to clean up. When I get back, she’s slowly waking up, and has the sweetest smile on her face when she turns to look at me. I’m tempted to get right back into bed with her, but I know where that will lead. Instead, I go over to her and lean down to kiss her.
“Good morning, sexy,” I whisper.
She wraps her arms around my neck. “Good morning,” she replies.
I smell the mild trace of perfume on her and it does me in again. I swear if I keep this up we’ll end up in bed all day, but right now, I can’t help it. She tilts her body just enough, and I climb in beside her. I turn to face her, and she kisses my forehead. I smile down at her, admiring how great she looks first thing in the morning. Her hair is tousled around her face and neck. Her wild, sexy, sleepy look makes me rock hard.
Rebecca smiles up at me. She trails the back of her hand along my cheek, down my neck, and tilts her head to kiss my lips. My chest tightens up. I’m feeling more than sexual desire for her, and I wish I can tell her how I feel. I can’t, though. I suspect she knows, but saying it is a different story. It’s been less than a week since I met Rebecca, and I already love her.
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p; I won’t dare tell her. My life is about to be turned upside down, and I can’t drag her any further into it. I remind myself I can be intoxicated, and she can too, but that’s as far as I’ll let it go. Saying the words this early on is bad enough. Saying them in light of what I may have to do for Dad is just wrong. I get an image of her visiting me in prison, and I blank the whole thing out of my mind. I won’t put her through that.
Her kiss pulls me in again. She pushes me onto my back and begins kissing my neck. I stop thinking entirely. Her hot breath and soft lips move down my chest and stomach.
“God, Rebecca,” I moan, and hear the throaty sound of my voice.
She reaches a hand down between my legs and wraps her fingers around my shaft. My cock throbs and gets harder in her hand.
My heart begins to race as her lips get to my stomach. She’s stroking my cock and exploring, and I’m getting closer to grabbing her hips to pull her pussy down on my aching hardness. I let her stroke me for a little longer, and am almost panting when her tongue licks the tip of my cock head. I’m rock hard by then, and reach my hand down to cup her mound. She purrs. The sound vibrates through my cock and it twitches under her lips.
I thrum on her clit. She is soaking wet already. She looks up without releasing my cock, eyes so seductive. She swirls her tongue around my shaft, and slides my full length into her mouth. It’s more than I can handle.
“Fuck. Oh God, Rebecca,” I say, grinding the words out through clenched teeth.
I lace my fingers through her hair and pull her tight to my crotch. Se relaxes her jaw and takes me deep in her mouth. It takes all my will not to grind my hips and fuck her face. She must know what she’s doing to me. She wraps two fingers and her thumb around the root of my cock. She takes in as much of my shaft as she can and creates a gentle suction. I give in to her. She knows how to please me. Soon my legs are trembling as I feel myself coming in her mouth. I thrust into her mouth a few times and feel the hot eruption. She keeps sucking, bobbing her head as she swallows my release, looking up at the abandon on my face until I’m empty and stop shaking.
I’m still breathing hard when she slides up and starts to nibble on my earlobe.
“I want to sit on top of you,” she says.
I like that she tells me what she wants. I’ve barely recovered and I’m hardening again.
“I’ll give you anything you want, baby,” I tell her. “Sit on my cock and ride me.”
She groans and straddles me without delay. She positions herself and lowers her impatient pussy down hard on my cock. She’s hot and wet, and her eyes are wild with raw need. I love seeing her face as she lifts and lowers on me, pressing her hands on my stomach for leverage.
She speeds up, rocking and grinding hard on my member. She lifts her knees into a squat. She has more control now. She can draw herself up and down onto me, and from the look on her face now, I’d bet she’ll come any second. I reach a hand down and place my thumb on her swollen clit. She hisses and starts to ride me harder, faster.
She calls out my name and throws her head back as she comes. Her walls shake and flex around my cock, milking me as her climax rips through her body. It’s all it takes for me to come again. My body jerks my hot release into her. It’s only after she collapses on my chest that it hits me. I didn’t use protection.
I hold her tight. I wait for her to catch her breath before I tell her, and let her know it’s the first time this has ever happened. I’ve been so careful all my life. No woman has ever felt my come in their womb. She’s now my first in this way. She hold me and tells me it’s okay. She says she’s on the pill and it’s her first time not using protection too.
Something in her voice sets me off again. I’m still inside her and my cock is throbbing. I tell her I want her again and she moans she wants me too. I hold her back firmly and roll to flip her over to her back without slipping out. I’m on top of her now. I kiss her and claim her mouth again, and she digs her nails into my ass cheeks.
She begs me to fuck her hard, and I do. I drive my cock into her, right to the hilt, and begin to plunge in and out at a pace that must be doing it for her.
“Oh God, Jonathan,” she calls out to me seductively. “Fuck me harder. Please baby. I won’t break.”
I don’t know how she can take me slamming into her so hard and deep. I suspect she’s enjoying the feeling of having us skin to skin. I am too. It feels like we’re so close, we’re one person. She screams after a few minutes of this. Her eyes roll back into her head and she comes hard, her body bucking and thrashing on the bed. As her climax overtakes her, I crash right over the edge. My cock continues to pulse and throb and twitch as I jerk my release deep inside her.
She wraps her loving arms around me, and I relax on top of her. We’re two exhausted bodies, connected wholly, and silent. No words are needed. As I begin to drift to sleep, her alarm clock goes off.
“Right on time,” she whispers.
I laugh softly. “I guess so.”
We rest for a few minutes, glowing and wrapped up in each other’s arms. I burn the sensations into my psyche. I want to recall this moment for years to come. Somehow, I doubt it will be easy to forget.
Chapter Five
Jonathan
I’m not sure why I bring it up, but it’s on my mind and I feel so close to her, I go for it.
“That Bateman guy is not over you,” I say.
“Are you going to give him a hard time?”
“To the contrary. I think he’s the one giving me grief. Maybe if I understood what it was the two of you had, he wouldn’t rattle my chain so much.”
“I see.”
“How long ago did it end?”
“Eighteen months ago.”
“You know, I am a good listener.”
“I’m sure you are,” she says, seeming hesitant. “There really isn’t much there, and even less I want to get into.”
“Maybe you don’t, but the way Bateman looks at you, anyone can tell there’s still a whole lot going on where he is concerned.”
She shakes her head. “I can’t stop living just because he won’t get past what he did to me.”
I lift up one of my elbows and look at her. “I’m just saying, if he is your source in the NYPD, you probably want to come to some resolution. Maybe talking about it with me will help.”
“And is it a two-way street?” She asks.
“How do you mean?”
“Can you be open with me too, Jonathan?”
My guard is up, but I’m feeling so connected to her, I feel I can tell her anything. Almost anything. “Open about what?”
“For starters, you could tell me whether that playboy reputation of yours has any merit.”
“Look me deep in the eye, Rebecca. Do you feel it still matters?”
“Does it?”
“How are you lawyers so good it turning questions around to make things about the other person? Because I thought we were talking about you and Bateman, and now you’re asking me about my reputation. Let’s talk about you.”
“And will we talk about you after were done talking about me?”
“If you’re still in the mood,” I tell her.
She’s not asking for much, and truth be told, my reputation as a playboy is mostly smoke and mirrors. I’ve been with less than five women in my life. Most people would not believe me, given I’ve been seen around New York with many, many more than that.
“Deal,” she agrees, and I’m relieved all the same. “What you want to know about me and Bateman?”
“What happened? And why he is so broken up about it? There’s one thing I know intimately. And it’s about harboring guilt. Bateman? The man seems to be riddled with it.”
She shifts underneath me and I slide off to give her room to breathe. “This is what you want to talk about?”
“I think it will help when you talk to him next. It’ll probably help Bateman too.”
Rebecca lets out a long breath and sits up. “Fine. The C
oles notes answer to your question is Rob and I dated. I was still articling for Barnaby Black back then. Do you know that law firm?”
“Yes. Mr. Black died some time ago, didn’t he?”
“Yes. Anyway, the short version is Rob and I disagreed about his treatment of a client that Barnaby had. The client was innocent, but Rob seem to be on a mission to destroy the guy. I still don’t know why. One day we had a huge argument about it, and I told him we needed to cool off after that. It was a simple question of value differences.”
“Interesting.”
“How do you mean?”
“It’s interesting that you managed to tell me almost nothing in that little summary.”
“What do you want to know, Jonathan? You want the dirt on the client? Or the dirt on Rob?”
“Neither. I want to know how you feel. And I want to know if it’s going to impact Rob, and how he responds to me in future. To us.”
“I’m sorry he hit you, Jonathan.”
“I’m not. The man has a full dose of testosterone. Just as I do. But I don’t want him gunning for me so hard that he tries to take it out on you too. And above all, I want to know how you feel about him.”
Her composure changes when I say that last sentence. She’s pensive. Her face softens. Her defensive stance falls away.
“Okay. The truth is I fell in love with Rob. We were in love. We dated for a while. Everything was… Perfect. He understood I was going to be a lawyer. I understood his work hours. We had become best friends. I could tell them everything.”
“Barnaby takes on a client from a wealthy family. The man had just been in a gruesome car accident during an ice storm. His wife died on the scene, and so did the other driver. The man had clearly been in shock on scene and at the hospital, when he said it was his fault and that he had killed them. For some reason, Rob tries to convince his superiors that the man intentionally caused the accident, or was negligent in some way.
“He jumps the gun before he gets their okay, and tells the media the man is going to be charged with negligent homicide. It’s poor judgment. He’s based this solely on the man’s panic-filled on-scene admission, long before traffic officials even complete the investigation at the scene.
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