Chapter 8 #4
She didn’t have any more thoughts, though, because he lowered his head and took one nipple inside his mouth, sucking it in deep.
She gasped and clung to his head as he feasted on her, as he teased her, his expert tongue tracing a circle around her nipple before he sucked her in again, and he moved to her other breast.
He kept his hand busy, pinching the nipple he wasn’t toying at with his mouth, and then, he abandoned her, kissing his way down her midsection, reaching the waistband of her linen pants and pulling them down her legs, taking her underwear with them.
He was still wearing his jeans, his belt, and his very cowboy belt buckle, but she was now completely naked, and maybe that should be an embarrassing thing?
Only one man had seen her naked. But she didn’t have to wonder what this one thought, because he was so obviously into her, and that made it feel like it was the most natural thing in the world.
She found herself letting her thighs fall open as he kissed his way down her body, kissing her inner thigh, moving immediately to the center, lapping at her with his tongue.
She cursed, pushing her fingers through his hair as he homed in on the most sensitive part of her. As he sucked her in deep, like he had done to her nipple, tracing a circle around her clit before licking downward, thrusting his tongue deep inside of her.
She screamed, abandoning holding onto his hair and gripping her bedspread.
She couldn’t think, she didn’t want to think.
All she could do was surrender to the glorious pleasure that he was subjecting her to.
She arched her hips in time with each stroke of his tongue.
And then, she shattered.
It was so shocking, so unexpected to have an orgasm this easily, that she found herself gasping for breath. Partly because of the pleasure, which rolled over her in waves, but partly because of the shock of it.
He kissed her inner thigh, kissed her knee, before pulling away from her, going to stand at the side of the bed, and undoing his belt.
At the same time, he reached into his back pocket and took out his wallet, pulling out a condom packet.
Then he discarded his underwear, his jeans, his boots, and the wallet, tearing the condom open.
But her eyes were fixed on that most masculine part of him. She had never really thought of penises as being beautiful. Serviceable, perhaps, but she had never been one to want to make statuary of them.
His body was gorgeous.
And the idea of what it could do to her was even more beautiful. She was so wet, and she ached for him, deep inside.
She had never felt anything like this before. Had never experienced need on this level.
It was a revelation in every regard.
“Please,” she whispered, heart thundering fast.
This was the point of no return. Well, if she were honest, the point of no return had been when they had decided to go into this cabin together.
It was like they had both known exactly what they were headed for.
Hell, they had both known it back at Juniper & Sage.
It was unspoken, but it was a growing band of tension that had been increasing between the two of them ever since they had first laid eyes on each other, and there was no amount of sanity that was going to stop it.
No amount of remembering that she worked for him, that he was her boss, that it wasn’t appropriate, that was ever going to intervene and make it not happen.
Because this was bigger than they were. And in all of her thirty-two years, she had never experienced desire like it. Maybe it wasn’t a lifetime experience for everyone. But it was a once-in-a-lifetime experience for her, so far, and she wanted to grab hold of it. Because she was done.
Done living only for security. Done living for only the right, smart, logical choices.
It was really horrible to have lost her marriage the way that she did. So there had to be one good thing about it. And that one good thing was going to be freedom. Wild, reckless freedom.
Right now, that meant letting him take her. And taking him too.
“You good?”
He was checking in with her, which was so sweet and so unnecessary. She was dying of need for him.
“Please,” she said. “You. Inside me.”
She hadn’t believed people actually said things like that. But then, she’d also never believed sex could make you feel like this. Desperate and empty and dying of need.
If that could be real, she could say whatever she wanted.
The growl that he let out as he rolled the condom onto his hard length was feral, sending a shockwave of need through her.
And then, he was over her, thrusting inside her, so big that he filled her entirely, so thick he made her gasp.
She arched against him, moving her hips in time with each and every thrust. It wasn’t pretty. It was raw, it was so physical. The sound of their breathing was harsh, both of them making uncivilized noises as they clawed and held onto each other, trying to find release again.
It just felt so good. All of it. Even if she couldn’t come again, that was okay. She wasn’t multi-orgasmic, generally speaking, so if she couldn’t, it wouldn’t be his fault or anything.
He gripped her face, holding onto her chin, dipping his thumb into her mouth.
His eyes blazed into hers. “You’re going to come for me,” he said.
Apparently, he could just say whatever he wanted to.
She pressed down on his thumb with the edges of her teeth, not biting, just resting them there, looking up at him, her heart slamming hard against her breastbone.
“You can,” he said, reading the look in her eyes. “You’re going to come for me, because if you don’t, I can’t.”
He didn’t let her answer him, instead he pushed his thumb deeper into her mouth and kept thrusting hard, making her aware of every glorious length inside of her.
She could feel it building now. The intensity of the need emanating from him building the need inside of her.
“Good girl,” he whispered.
Good girl.
She unraveled. This orgasm was nothing like the first. It was deeper, harder, her internal muscles squeezed tight around him, pulling him deeper inside of her, and impossibly so.
It didn’t stop. She moved her hips against his, thrashing her head back and forth on the pillow as she cried out his name.
“Fuck,” he whispered, drawing his thumb out of her mouth, gripping both of her hips, and slamming into her hard and fast until he froze, cock pulsing inside of her as he surrendered to his own release.
He rolled over onto his back, and she lay there staring at the ceiling. This unfamiliar ceiling.
Oh God. She’d just had sex with her boss.
She’d had sex with someone who wasn’t Aiden.
A new man. Cementing that split for good.
Changing her for good.
She waited for the shock to turn into something else. For it to take the shape of something like regret.
But she just felt too good.
Her body was buzzing, and she just…
This was exactly what she’d needed.
She rolled over and kissed his chest. Then she slipped out of bed. “Don’t ask me to be sorry about it.”