Page 46 of The Vegas Rerun
When we reach the bed, she pushes me backwards and the bed hits my legs, and I end up sitting on the mattress. She grins and motions for me to scoot back a bit. I do and she gets on the mattress, her legs straddling me. She leans to one side, pulling her leg out from beneath her and then she does the same on the other side, and finally, she wraps her arms and legs around me and presses her body against mine.
She kisses me and I kiss her back. I can taste myself on her tongue as it probes into my mouth, and I wrestle it with my own. The kiss becomes more heated, and Molly’s hands are all over me and mine are all over her. I unclasp her bra, and she takes her arms from around me for long enough to shake it off and then she starts to unbutton my shirt. When it’s open, she pushes it down my arms and it falls to the bed behind me.
We kiss again and then she pulls her mouth from mine and kisses my neck. She sucks on my ear lobe and then she whispers in my ear, her breath warm and tickly on my skin.
“Fuck me,” she says.
I don’t need to be told twice. I push my cock into Molly’s tight little pussy and start to thrust. She rocks back and forth, her movements spurring me on. After a few moments, she unwraps her legs from around me and pushes me backwards until I’m lying on my back and she’s straddling me once more, my cock still inside of her.
She rides me like nothing I have ever experienced before. She moves up and down on me, taking my full length inside of herself. She rubs her clit with her fingers as she writhes on me and her other hand reaches behind herself and fondles my balls.
She takes my breath away and I love it. To say I have the best view in the city right now feels like an understatement. She is on fire, her skin glowing and damp, her hair flying around her head. Her eyes are lustful, almost feral in their intensity. Her movements are primal like she has stopped thinking and is justlistening to her body and obeying its every command. I love this untamed side of Molly, and I could watch her like this all day.
Her pussy tightens around me as she brings herself to orgasm with her fingers on her clit. She comes hard, with my name on her lips. Her juices soak me, and I see her nipples darken. She throws her head back as pleasure floods her body and she stays that way for a moment, her pussy tight around me.
She’s always nice and tight, but I don’t waste that extra bit of tightness. I thrust into her as she comes. Finally, she finishes climaxing with a shudder that goes through her full body. She puts her palms flat on my stomach for a moment while she gets herself back under control and then she is moving again, and my cock is responding to her movements.
I can’t stop myself from coming when she squeezes her pussy walls around me in a pulsing rhythm and I moan loudly as I feel my whole body come alive. The pleasure is intense, so intense it’s almost painful, but it is exquisite pain, and I lay with my eyes closed, loving every minute of it. I spurt into Molly and another wave of pleasure floods through me and then I’m coming down and I slip out of her. She stays in place straddling me for a moment, panting for air, and then she unhooks her leg from over me and lays down beside me.
We take a moment to get our breaths back and then I think of what Molly said the night we got locked in the office about taking her birth control pill. She obviously is being extra vigilant and doesn’t want to risk getting pregnant, so I decide to do what I think is the nice thing to do.
“Do you need some water to take your birth control pill?” I ask. “Sorry if that’s a bit awkward but I remember you said you take it at bedtime and …”
I’m babbling but Molly stops me.
“Yes please, some water would be great,” she says.
CHAPTER 31
JOSHUA
When I come backto the bedroom with a glass of water for Molly, the room is still heavy with the scent of her, of us, the air thick with the aftermath of what just happened between us. My body hums with the memory of her, the feel of her skin beneath my hands, the way she gasped my name in the dark. And yet, as I cross the room and get back into the bed beside her, while I feel like the heat between us has barely cooled down, she seems to feel differently.
She accepts the glass of water and takes her purse from me too. She puts the glass of water down on the bedside cabinet and gets the birth control pills out of her purse and pops one out. She puts the others back and closes her purse and then picks the glass back up and she swallows the birth control pill down with the water. She puts the glass back on the bedside cabinet beside her again, and she puts her purse down on the ground next to it.
Finally, she turns her head to face me, dragging the sheet up over her chest like it’s some kind of barrier between us. This whole time, she hasn’t said a word and when she finally does speak, I wish she hadn’t.
“This can’t happen again,” she says, and her voice is soft, but firm. She sounds determined and I hate that. I really thought she was dropping this shit after the lovely time we’ve had together today and to be honest, it’s beginning to get a little bit old.
I shift myself slightly so that I can see her face. She won’t look at me, but I can see the way her fingers clench in the fabric, how her breath isn’t quite steady yet. I should let it go. I should nod and say sure, whatever you want, and leave it at that. But I don’t.
“Why not?” I ask.
She exhales sharply, shaking her head.
“You know why not.”
“No, actually I don’t,” I tell her. “I know you say it’s because we work together, but it has to be more than that. No one who gels with someone like we do walks away from that for such a trivial reason. So, what is it really?”
She sighs loudly and shakes her head. Her face is unreadable except for her eyes - her eyes tell a different story to the one she’s spinning with her words. There’s heat there still, flickering beneath her resolve. There’s a war raging inside her and its one she could easily win if she would just let me in.
“It’s not just that,” she says after a moment. “It’s everything. It’s …” She hesitates, pressing her lips together before shaking her head. “It’s complicated, Joshua.”
I let out a low laugh, running a hand through my hair.
“Complicated?” I repeat. “That’s just a lame excuse. It’s only as complicated as we make it.”
She sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose.
