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“I want you to spend the night, but because you want to, not because you feel obligated,” I tell him.
“I don’t want to rush you into something you’re not ready for. The back of his hand caresses my cheek. “I’m not a soft guy. I don’t do sweet. I’m not even sure I can be a good boyfriend to a woman like you. All that being said, if I take you to your bedroom and make you mine, I’m not going to be able to let you go. I’m rough and wild. I’m not going to change.”
“Maybe I like wild.” I press my lips to his. I initiated our kiss, but Drifter takes it to a whole new level of passion. He wraps his fingers in my tresses, molding his mouth to mine. I become greedy, pressing my chest up against his, my arms banding around his neck, while a needy mewl escapes my throat.
He glides me backward with my back to the cushioned sofa, still kissing me fervently. We move our lips this way and that, unable to get enough of each other. He tears his mouth from mine, and I utter a reluctant moan. Drifter moves his tongue and lips over my neck. A shudder of excitement runs through me as he finds the sensitive cord. All the while, his hands move over my body. His hand comes underneath my top, and his calloused fingers run along my bare skin.
I wriggle beneath his touch, silently begging for more. I glide my own hands down his back, reaching for the hem of his T-shirt, pulling it up. His taut muscles are firm, strong, and defined as I slowly explore.
Suddenly, he’s hovering over me, intense desire burning in his eyes. He’s gloriously beautiful. His jaw is chiseled, his lips are full, and the soft bristles of his whiskers feel good against my skin.
His voice is low, sexy, and raw, and when he asks, “Wanna take a ride on the wild side, sunshine?” I have a mini orgasm.
I nod.
“I need to hear you say the words,” he urges.
“I want this. I want you,” I murmur, finding it hard to catch my breath.
“Go get ready for me, babe. I’ll be there in a minute.” Drifter slowly pulls away and straightens, lifting me back into a sitting position with him. I get to my feet—unsteadily, I might add. Drifter stands too, and when I still don’t move, he says, “Sunshine, if you’re not ready?—”
I bring my lips to his and whisper against his mouth, “I like wild rides.” Then, hoping I’m moving with just enough jiggle in my step, I turn and walk to my bedroom without turning back.
Chapter 11
Never Better
Drifter
Sasha is going to kill me! She strides away with her ass swaying, and all I can think about is the way her legs are going to be wrapped around my waist when I’m finally inside her sweet pussy. I’m going to watch my cock slide inside her. I’ve been dreaming of this moment since I met her. I hate cold showers, but they’ve become a normal part of my routine since Sasha showed up at our shop that day.
My cock is straining against the zipper of my jeans. I’m giving myself time to slow down because I was close to tearing off her pants and taking her right there on the sofa. She’s too tempting for words. I get up and make sure the house is locked up tight. Then I put the dishes in the dishwasher. I’ve noticed that Sasha likes a clean and tidy space. I do too. I put it down to military training. It’s one of the few traits I continue to keep from those days.
I make my way to the bedroom, turn the knob, and see a sight that men would give their right arm to have. Sasha’s very naked, lying on her back with her knees turned to the side, slightly bent, and her long, silky hair splayed over the pillows.
So much for taking things slow!
I tear off my shirt and toss it aside, then step out of my pants. I grab a condom from my wallet and toss it on the side table. I don’t know where I want to start. Should I taste those pretty pink nipples that have been taunting me through those tight tank tops, or do I spread those luscious legs wide open and taste her nectar?
“Handsome,” she calls to me, her gentle voice like a siren beckoning a sailor into the sea.
I have all night, and it’s going to be a long night because once won’t be nearly enough. I approach the bed, my knee dipping into the mattress, as I take her ankle with one hand, spreading her legs wide open to reveal the prettiest, bare pink pussy, already moist and wet. I lick my lips and settle between her thighs.
“You don’t have to…” she trails off.
“Quiet, sunshine. I’m about to feast, and I’m savoring the menu.” Sasha blushes a vibrant shade of red, which only spurs me on. I kiss the inside of her ankle, then the inside of her knee, as I open her up, opening her pussy lips to reveal her to me completely. I wish I had the restraint to play, but instead, I let my tongue slide over her slit and tease her pussy. She moans, jerking her hips. I hold her hips and begin to eat her pussy voraciously. My shoulders brace her legs open so she can’t move, and she has no choice but to take what I give her.
She thrashes her head from side to side on the pillow, pleading for me to let her come.
“Please! Please! I can’t wait. I’m going to come,” she gasps.
“Let it go, baby,” I urge, then circle my tongue around her clit and suck gently until she gasps and bows her back off the bed as she succumbs to her orgasm. Her muscles spasm, but I don’t stop. I insert two fingers into her pussy while I roll a condom over my engorged cock.
Sasha is riding the euphoria of her orgasm when I place my cock at the entrance of her pussy, and inch by inch slide inside her heat. I watch as she takes me. Fuck! It’s better than I imagined, and she opens her legs wider to accommodate me. Once I’m fully seated and our bodies are one, I look at her face. Sasha wraps her legs around my waist and reaches to caress my chest.
“Fuck me, Drifter,” she says with a coy grin.
That’s all the incentive I need. I begin to move inside her. With every thrust, I see the passion in her eyes growing. She matches my rhythm stroke for stroke. Her fingernails dig into my arms, giving me a bite of pain that I like.
