Page 12 of The Sting of Love
When the furious blast of pumps slows, his cock pulses inside me just at the time when I go over the edge. Pleasure calls and claims him too, making him thunder into me with a spray of hot cum that coats my walls. It’s hot and virile with that edge of possession, just like him.
His pumps slow right down and he holds me against him, slipping his arm around my waist as I slump forward.
He’s still inside me and my passage continues to milk him clean. I rest my head against his chest, and he runs his fingers over my breasts, rubbing my hard nipples.
I’ve never had such wild, explosive sex. I’ve never felt so spent.
What happens now that it’s over?
I should leave. I’m supposed to leave now that he’s finished with me. I might not have known I was going to feel like this, but I knew this could happen. He called me away from the bar to have sex with me, and now that he has, I shouldn’t embarrass myself and stay with any expectation.
I should grab my clothes and go. Get myself home and wallow in my sorrow because I just acted like a slut with this man and now I feel worse about myself.
He pulls out of me, and I slump forward to pick up my clothes, but he catches my arm and turns me back to face him.
“Come home with me,” he says, and I wonder if I’m hearing right.
I gaze up at him and get lost in the way the moon shimmers down on his eyes, making them look ethereal and almost otherworldly.
He wants me to go home with him. Should I?
Reality seeps in and tries to tell me that idea would be crazier than what I just did with him, but my body tells me this is a no-brainer, so I find myself nodding, agreeing to go.
* * *
I squint against the bright sunlight when I try to open my eyes.
It hurts, and my head feels light, my body groggy, between my thighs sore.Very sore.
It takes me a full minute to remember the events of last night, and when I do, my eyes snap wide despite the impending sunlight.
I try to move, but the dead weight of an arm holds me in place. His arm.Donny’s.
I look to my left and find myself staring at the inky design of the snake tattooed across his left pec. Then I remember how I got up close and personal with each design after a bottle of wine and ended up tasting him everywhere. And I meaneverywhere.
Holy fuck, I remember it all, and I recall now why I never get drunk often. In a social setting I have a drink or two to get the buzz. Last night was me venturing to the bar to take the edge off my problems, but when Donny and I got to his place, it was a whole other story.
After the third time we had sex, I think I must have lost my mind. Then he brought out all these bottles of expensive vintage wine, and I couldn’t resist drinking with him. They were the kind Lurlene has in her restaurant and keeps in the back for the special customers.
We drank it like it was water, and I remember him taking me in his hot tub while I poured the last of the bottle down my throat as he smoked a Cuban cigar.
I’m the kind of drunk who goes wild and remembers absolutely everything. What I remember now is that last night, I did things with this man that I’ve never done with anyone else.
Now the sun’s up, reality is here waving itself in front of me, and I think it would be wise to leave before he wakes up. I would hate to experience any weird awkwardness with him to spoil the night we had. It was wild and so unlike me, but… I want to remember it.
I pull in a breath and slip out from his grasp, careful not to wake him. I’m thankful that he doesn’t stir. His arm settles against the navy silky sheets, and he looks undisturbed.
I slide off the bed and look for my clothes. My dress is draped over the arm of a chair near the floor-to-ceiling windows, but I don’t know where to find my panties.
I have no idea where the hell they went. There’s no trace of memory in my mind except for Donny taking them off me once we got up here and then throwing them somewhere. Wherever that was, is not somewhere I’m going to find for fear of waking him up.
Since I don’t know where my bra is either, my dress will have to do.
I slip my pumps back on and allow myself one last look at the gorgeous godlike man lying on the bed who had me last night.
Even asleep, he’s beautiful and oozes sex appeal that pulls at my insides.
Asleep, he looks vulnerable and has an angelic presence about him. Awake, he’s not like that. The way he was with me, I could tell he had more than a wild side.
