When she couldn’t wait any longer, she grabbed my hips and pulled me into her.
My cock found her entrance like it knew exactly where it was, like it knew everything about her after a single night together. I felt her overwhelming wetness first and then her tightness.
Fuck.
I sank deeper, my cock forcing her channel to open, to take every inch even though it barely fit. My breathing deepened the farther it went, my balls tightening toward my body because it felt so good.
I felt like I was having sex for the first time.
Her hands snaked around my torso and planted against my back once she had all of me, her knees squeezing my hips, her ankles crossed and resting against my ass. She breathed loudly against my lips, her eyes glossy and warm.
Fuck, I loved being inside her.
I kissed her, letting her taste herself, showing her how much she desired me…as if she didn’t already know. I started to move seconds later, slowly sliding through her tightness and back out again, taking my time because every single touch was profound. When I fucked a woman I picked up in a bar, it was always hard and fast, trying to feel sensation through the latex that separated us. But with Cleo, I could feel all of her…and damn.
I stopped kissing her because it was sensory overload. Just a kiss from her made me so hard I wanted to burst inside my boxers, so an embrace while my dick was deep inside her was too much. I couldn’t handle it. I pulled my lips away and looked into her gaze, her blue eyes sexy because they looked into mine with the same desire, with the same intimacy. She slid her hand up my neck and cupped my cheek, giving me a look she never had before, like I was her entire world.
She was mine.
“Deacon…” She whispered my name as she stared at me, seeing me for all that I was, accepting me for all my difficulties, putting up with my shit when no one else even bothered to try.
I considered myself so damn lucky.
Why had I ever been scared of this?
It was beautiful, it was real, it was easy…
I could have had this all along.
All the lights were still on in the condo because I didn’t care enough to turn them off. My bedroom was dark because we hadn’t turned on the lamps when we came inside. The Manhattan lights were visible through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city quiet because of the thick glass that surrounded us in silence.
Normally, I’d stare into the darkness, just the way Derek stared at an anthill.
But instead, I stared at her.
I was on my back with my arm around her, her face against my shoulder. I looked down at her, feeling her leg hooked over mine under the sheets, her perfume already absorbed into everything she touched—including me.
I never cuddled with women, but with Cleo, it felt as good as sex.
Better, in some ways.
My fingers moved into her hair, and I gently played with the strands, loving the way they felt against my fingertips, their softness. My breathing was gentle and easy, and hers was the same, in sync with mine.
I had no idea what time it was because my phone had been abandoned in the other room, and I couldn’t see the clock on my nightstand. But I knew it was late, judging by the fatigue behind my eyes. But I stayed awake because my mind was so fascinated by the woman who hugged me like a stuffed animal.
She suddenly sighed and pressed a kiss to my chest before she sat up.
I stilled at her movements, watched her shift away from me. “What are you doing?”
She stopped, her body just a few feet away from mine. “Leaving. I should get going.”
I stared at her blankly, not understanding this at all. “Why?” This wasn’t a one-night stand, a booty call like Natalie had been. She couldn’t make my sheets smell like roses and then just leave.
“Because if I leave in the morning, everyone will see I’m wearing the same outfit as yesterday. They’ll know I slept here.”
I grabbed her wrist and tugged her back, bringing her to my place on the bed. “Who cares if they know?” My hand moved into her hair, and I kissed her, holding her on top of me, feeling her tits rub against my chest.
She kissed me back, her hand flattening against my chest like my affection immediately dwarfed her desire to leave. She moved farther on top of me, her hand resting over my heart. She sucked my bottom lip before she pulled away slightly, her eyes opening and looking into mine. “I’m not allowed to get involved with my clients… It’s kind of a big rule.”
My hand slid from her hair and moved around her waist instead, making her back arch subtly.