Page 91 of I'm Looking for a Man in Finance
Normally, this would be the moment when my insecurities screamed the loudest.
Was my stomach too soft?
Was I too heavy?
Would he be comparing me to other women who’d given him head before?
Were my boobs big enough?
Or were they too big?
But not with James.
He silenced all those fears without a word. I was completely free, so utterly lost in this moment, lost in him. I’d never felt more beautiful.
James reached into the nightstand. I watched as he carefully rolled the condom down over his erection, completely entranced. My eyes devoured him—the way the muscles in his stomach flexed, the tension in his arms, the veins in his hands. Everything about him was raw, real, utterly captivating.
He paused once more to give me a meaningful look, one last chance to bail out, just like he always did. I answered him with a firm kiss. No doubts. No second thoughts.
Then the only sounds filling the room were groans and gasps as James rocked into me.
“Holy fuck,” James cursed, his voice breaking as he buried his face into the curve of my neck. I rolled my hips to meet him, our bodies falling into rhythm like we were made to move this way. His hands fisted the sheets on either side of me, his signet ring flashing in the moonlight streaming in through the window.
The moment my fingers dug into his shoulders, something inside him shifted. As if James had been holding himself back all this time. His hands were everywhere, like he didn’t know where to touch first because he wanted to feel everything.
Buried in my hair.
Pulling on my chin to press a punishing kiss to my lips.
Squeezing my ass.
A flick across a nipple.
The sensations were nearly too much. James was a master at turning me into putty in his hands, so overwhelmed by his touch. When his fingers found my clit, I nearly shattered. A cry escaped me, ragged and needy.
“You are so fucking beautiful, Hal.”
He threw both of my legs up over his shoulders, giving him a better angle, and I couldn’t stop the way my body arched toward his. I gave myself over completely. I didn’t resist. I didn’t think. I justfelt.
My moans grew desperate as pleasure built, hot and wild inside me. James noticed and picked up his pace. He moved faster, deeper, keeping his gaze locked on mine.
“God, Hal. You feel amazing,” he groaned.
And just like that, I came undone, the praise sending me over the edge. I broke into a million little pieces as James thrusted once more. His groans joining mine like the crescendo to a symphony.
He lowered my legs gently, letting them fall to the bed as he pressed his face against my chest. His six-foot-five body went soft against mine, no longer the towering manin charge of boardrooms. I threaded my fingers into his hair as my chest heaved up and down, trying to get air back into my lungs. He pressed a few kisses to the space between my breasts.
“You’re perfect,” he murmured, his blue eyes meeting mine. “You know that, right?”
“I don’t know about that,” I drew out. It slipped out like muscle memory.
“Well, you should,” he whispered, capturing my chin in his hand and forcing me to look at him. “I wish you could see yourself the way I do. You’d never doubt just how beautiful you are for a single second.”
He kissed the tip of my nose and slowly pulled away. Air rushed between us, the cool breeze kissing my skin. I instantly missed the way his arms had made the world feel quiet for the first time in forever.
“Come on.” James offered me his hand once he’d removed the condom from his length. “Let’s take a shower.”
He scooped me up in his arm with a confidence that took my breath away. I expected him to be strong, sure, but nothing prepared me for the way he lifted me like I weighed nothing at all, like carrying me wasn’t a strain but something he wanted to do. My head dropped to his shoulder, a tired laugh bubbling up as my limbs went limp with exhaustion and a sated happiness.
