Chapter 8
Maggie couldn’t believe what she’d just done. She’d had sex with Ramit and it had been…incredible. Better than anything she’d ever thought possible! She hid her face against his neck, afraid that he would run from her home if he saw the happiness on her face.
“Are you hungry?” she asked, kissing his shoulder simply because she couldn’t stop herself.
“Yes,” he replied. “Are you too sore?”
She giggled at his seductive tone. But then gasped when she felt his body stir. He was still intimately connected to her and she jumped, her eyes wide as she gasped, “Again?”
“Not if you are too sore, love,” he told her, his voice deep and husky again. He stroked down her sides, shifting her dress out of the way. It had been bunched around her waist, but his deft hands found the zipper on the back, releasing the material. Then he lifted it up and away, laying it carefully beside them on the sofa.
“Pretty dress, but you’re more beautiful like this.”
She blushed, fighting the need to cover herself. “I’m a mess,” she said, remembering her crying fit earlier. “What time is it?”
He lifted his hand and she noticed the nice watch. It was simple and elegant, without all of the extras that the men at the club required. She stroked a finger over the face of the watch.
“I heard a rumor that some of the men who come to the place I work spend over a hundred thousand dollars on their watches.” She laughed, shaking her head. “I heard one guy brag about how his watch would still work under five hundred feet of water.” She rolled her eyes, then shivered when she felt Ramit’s hands stroking her back before curling around to her stomach. “The man weighs over three hundred pounds.” She closed her eyes, sighing as her head fell backwards. “I can’t see him diving anywhere except into a hot tub.”
He laughed, then leaned forward to take her nipple into his mouth again. “Watches are a way for men to flaunt their wealth and status. But I’ve found, the bigger the watch, the less power a man actually has.”
“I agree,” she laughed, then hissed when his teeth scraped gently against her nipple. “Do that again,” she pleaded. He did and she shifted against him, his erection stroking her gently. At the moment, she enjoyed the sweet movement. But she knew that, very soon, it wasn’t going to be enough. “Should we move to the bedroom?”
In response, he picked her up, his shoulder muscles bunching as he shifted their positions so he was on top. “No time,” he claimed. Hovering over her, he started thrusting and Maggie groaned, lifting her hips to meet his thrusts. This time, their movements were slow and easy, the climb to their ultimate release more of a smooth journey instead of the frantic need of their first mating. And in the end, their mutual climax was just as intense, both shuddering to a release so complete, she nearly cried with the beauty of it. And afterwards, when he finally carried her into the bedroom, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and sighed with delight.
Later that night…much later…Ramit made a phone call and two delicious meals of lasagna, garlic bread, and salad were delivered. They ate in the kitchen, still naked and laughing as they talked about their preferences and the foods that they hated or loved. And finally, he took her back into the bedroom and made love to her all over again.