Page 19 of The Rules Of Attraction
I didn’t get the chance to answer. He thrust in from behind and that took what we were doing to several levels beyond heaven. A white hot climax ripped through me as he started pumping again, then pounding.
“Oh fuck, I’m sorry angel you feel too good this way. I’m going to have to fuck you hard.”
I just remembered thinking I would have been appalled and definitely offended if anyone ever spoke to me like that in real life. I had to put it that way because this couldn’t have been real, and I wasn’t appalled or offended. The dirtiness of his words made thrills run up and down my body and shattered my senses.
Suddenly we seemed to be moving as one in the madness of the passion that took us.
I’d never needed anybody, or anything as I needed this man right now and the pulsating bursts of ecstatic pleasure he gave me. The fury of his deep thrusts filled me and my eager, needy movements made him go harder and faster.
Jackhammering now, pleasure racked my body. It was more than I could bear. More than I could cope with.
For him too, I realized. Our bodies shuddered, blasted with the passion and when the climax came it came for both of us in mutual surrender.
I couldn’t hold myself up. It was his hand around my waist that kept me up.
His hands in the center of my back, stroking me brought me out of my reverie.
“Are you okay, angel? He asked scooping me up into his arms. He slipped out of me
“I’m okay.” I managed. We were both dripping with sweat and my hair felt clammy against the back of my neck.
“You sure?” Again the concern was touching.
“Good, well now that we know each other we should do some exploring in the hot tub. Sex and water go great together.
That wicked smile would make me agree to anything. I couldn’t believe how good I felt.
Of course I was going to say, “yes.”
* * *
The first raysof the sun pried my eyes open.
There was an arm around me, around my waist. I was in the arms of a man.
Tom?
Please God, don’t let it be him.
Shuffling around to look I felt relieved when I saw Alex, but then all the ways I shocked myself last night came flooding back into my mind.
I remembered everything, and … I searched my mind and the way I felt.
The effects of the drink were gone and apart from feeling like I’d had
wild sex, I felt like my usual self. As in I could think straight and I was aware of all that I’d done last night.
And that awareness brought old Summer.
I couldn’t believe I’d had a one night stand, and with a man that looked like this being who held me.
This was the part where I was supposed to leave before he woke right? And do the walk of shame.
I’d leave, but I didn’t feel ashamed of anything.
Was that bad?
He was out cold which wasn’t surprising. I swear I’d had more sex with this man just last night than all the time I’d been with Tom.
