Page 41 of Remember When We
With quick fingers he wrenched my skirt, practically tore it off and dragged my panties down my legs. He pushed down his jeans and boxers at the same time allowing his cock to spring free. He groaned deep and low when I touched him. I continued to run my fingers over its length and thickness, up and down.
It was just for a few seconds.
He flipped me around to face the wall, slipped his arm around me and pushed his fingers deep inside my core. I gasped sucking in a deep sharp breath, and another when his fingers were replaced by the fat head of his cock.
A bolt of fire lanced into me when he thrust in deep with dominant forcefulness. It stole away the breath that remained in my lungs and a desperate moan escaped my throat.
With one hand circled around to the front of my body, cupping my breasts, and the other tight on my hip, he started pumping. Heat swept across my body making my heart slam inside me in an erratic rhythm that matched his pounding.
Pounding, pumping faster and faster as he fucked me. I had to dig my fingers into the wall, my nails slicing into the wallpaper.
Sensation and emotion wrapped around me. I had to arch my back into him to take it, to take his possessive hold on my body.
The insatiable sensation raced over my body like electricity tantalizing every nerve and fiber of my being. Thrill after thrill shot through my soul and I couldn’t stop the mindless sounds of passion that fell from my lips.
My eyes fluttered shut, glittered with the lights that flashed behind my lids and snapped open when he increased his speed making my inner walls ripple against him. Each hard stroke sent me reeling and his steely grip on my hip tightened painfully. Yet my body ached, demanding more.
My body wanted so much more and he gave it to me. “I want you Lyssa, I fucking want you. That was always the problem.” He growled hammering into me with more need making my hair fall forward over my face and my breasts bouncing so hard it hurt.
Hearts beating fast, our bodies melting we moved as one with the driving hunger of passion and pure ecstasy.
I was so lost in the sensation of him that I never sensed the buildup. It just snuck up on me. Crept into my body like liquid fire flowing through my veins, then it exploded. It burst into a greedy orgasm, singeing my veins in a scorching wave of scandalous pleasure.
It crippled my body and left me dizzy with desire. Blissful, blistering pleasure that seized me, splintering my mind from reality. My poor body writhed in orgasm overload and triggered him to pump even harder. We both lost control, letting the madness take over us.
When his body shuddered against mine, I knew he was coming too. He thrust deeper and faster before he stilled pouring himself into me, grunting from the satisfaction of his release.
We stayed that way for a few seconds. Me resting my hands on the wall. Him holding me. He then released me and pulled out, letting reality back in.
Reality that waved it’s ugly head in front of me, waving thatwhat did I do flag.
Wild and unprotected sex that’s what I had just done. Since I wasn’t involved with anyone and didn’t plan to be, I didn’t know when last I checked to see if my birth control implant had run out. It was the exact same thing that had happened last time.
My God.
What the fuck did I do indeed? Add that to the fact that we’d had that wild sex in Carla’s office, moaning and groaning like we were in the privacy of our own bedroom.
The walls in the salon were fucking thin. It wasn’t the kind of set up to do anything of the sort in. People would have heard. My cheeks burned with embarrassment. What if she came back? What if she came back and was furious with me, because this was so very unprofessional.
I bent down to grab my bag. I dug through it for the little card I got from the doctors when I got my implant.
There it was and I sighed mentally when I saw it. October, I was good for another three months.
I grabbed my clothes. Maybe I could climb through the back window.
I was so fucked up I wasn’t thinking straight.
I wasn’t thinking at all.
Warm strong hands reached for me and turned me around. To both my horror and surprise he’d grabbed a box of tissues and started cleaning me off. I tried to stop him, but he caught my hand.
He held me still and stood, his eyes now holding me in place.
“I lied to you,” he said.
I didn’t know what he was talking about. I shook my head at him not understanding.
“What did you lie about?”
