Page 9 of The Diamond Thief
4
Jade
This man is intense.
It’s his stamina. His need. It’s everything I wanted from this night and more.
After a swift initial round on his bed, he becomes even crazier, carrying me out onto the balcony so the autumn air can cool my skin.
He peels off the stockings and piles the panties and shoes together near the door. He has me stand in the corner, where any insomniac could look up and see me, although with over thirty floors to the ground, it’s unlikely they could make anything out.
My hair flies in the wind as he strips. His body is sleek and fit and muscled in all the best places. I’ve been told not to speak and it drives me crazy to stay silent, but this adds to the intrigue.
It also helps me keep my distance. I can’t shift my focus whatsoever.
But he’s become my kryptonite, delayed gratification and playful pain. It won’t be just him trying to rationalize this tomorrow. It will also be hard for me.
He pushes me down to kneel on his balcony, the streets of New York laid out below us. I take his cock in my mouth, hot and throbbing. He buries his hands in my hair.
I take him in deeply, feeling a satisfaction that reverberates all the way to the bone as he groans. I work him with my tongue, my hands, cupping his balls, massaging the spaces that will challenge his control.
He twitches in my mouth, the veins pulsing, but before he can come again, he pulls back.
He lifts me up, drawing my thighs around his waist. Then he’s inside me again, this time without the condom, part of the agreement for them to exercise as a bonus clause. It’s five grand extra, not that it matters to me.
The skin within skin makes everything more intimate. My thoughts keep going rogue, picturing myself with him in other places, other times. Things that absolutely cannot be.
But damn, he’s good. He walks us to the corner and presses me against the rail. I spread my arms out to clutch the smooth polished bar. It’s the perfect width to grasp, and I wonder if this was luck or a detail he thought through.
Then he slams into me, and I’m lost again, his face buried in my hair, his body hot and powerful as it thrusts into mine.
His hands grip my ass and hold me steady.
It’s hard to make someone like me feel daring, but Jacob is doing exactly that. The air chills another degree, but I don’t mind. I clutch the rail, letting my head fall back. My hair flows down the side of the balcony, tousled in the wind. I forget everything for a moment. Where I’ve been. Why I’ve come. What I will have to do next. I let him work me, expertly, with fervor and strength.
He’s not making me wait for him or controlling me in any way. This time it’s just pure collision. His hands grasp me so tightly that they will probably leave a mark. But this just plays into my need. His teeth bite me lightly on the neck, and I groan. The frenzied pace of his cock plunging into me is a high no drug could ever give me.
My breathing speeds up, and I can feel that tension gathering a second time. He senses it too, because he works it more carefully.
He pauses for a moment, and I open my eyes, wondering if this is another game he’s going to play with me.
His eyes stare directly into mine. For a moment we’re caught. There’s a connection, deep and flooded with understanding. I don’t know where it comes from.
With a growl he thrusts himself inside me even harder. I cry out so loud that I swear all thirty-two floors are going to light up. The orgasm bursts like a bottle rocket, shooting through me with all the light and stars and sparks you’d expect from pyrotechnics.
He lets out a long, guttural moan, and this time I feel his seed filling me. It’s life itself, ecstasy, a combining of our collective power.
My arms settle around his shoulders, and he holds me close. Gradually, I release my legs to stand next to him.
Neither of us speaks. I don’t know what words there would be to say. We breathe together as the air cools our skin. Then he takes my hand and leads me back inside his apartment.
I follow him to his bedroom. He collapses down on the bed and holds his arms out to me.
It’s probably three in the morning by now. I curl up next to him. He expects that he has me all night. So I settle in next to him, my head on his shoulder.
And despite what I know about him, and about me, and about what tomorrow will bring, I relax for just a moment. He’s a man and I’m a woman, and we’ve just confirmed how compatible we can be. The world is in front of us, all the normal things of regular life — dates, dinners, passion, love, a future. A wonder that isn’t bought and paid for, or seen and stolen, or discovered then destroyed.
Once all these tender feelings have been acknowledged, I extinguish them one by one. I can’t afford them.
I wait for him to fall asleep, and then carefully, I rise.
I have much to do.
