Page 29 of Dirty Secret Love

“It’s not flattery,” I reply earnestly, my gaze never leaving hers. “I mean every word. And tonight, we’re doing this my way. I’m in charge.”

Her eyes turn slightly wild.

Lifting her effortlessly by the hips, I gently direct, “Wrap your legs around me.” Together, we move seamlessly to the bedroom, where a comfortable bed awaits. As I lay her down, I pause to truly see her: her face is a canvas of raw desire, eyes gleaming with a need I recognize all too well, because it’s roaring inside me.

I take my position at the foot of the bed, shifting her until she’s positioned just at the edge. As I lean down, I place a tender kiss on her inner thigh, my fingers teasing the edge of her panties before drawing them down her silky legs. My touch trails back up, deliberately stopping just shy of where she clearly yearns for me most.

I meet her eyes. “What do you want?”

“Touch me,” she breathes, the sheer need in her voice striking a chord deep within me.

Smirking, I lean in closer, letting my breath fan over her most sensitive spot. Her reaction is immediate—a throaty moan, her hips arching toward me. I straighten up, hand finding the nape of her neck, drawing her gaze to mine. “There are so many things I want to do to you.”

Tracing a path down her collarbone, my hand descends to her tits. My lips gently find the sensitive skin of her neck, leaving kisses in their wake as I slowly unfasten her bra. Just as I imagined, her breasts are petite and tantalizing. I take one into my mouth, savoring her taste while teasing the other with my free hand as my other hand ventures further down.

Her reactions—those whimpers and moans—spur me on, and as my fingers delve deeper, my lips meet hers in a fervent kiss. I want to taste her and drown in her and bring her to new heights.

“Fuck me now,” she pleads, her voice thick with desire. “This . . . this isn’t enough. I need . . . we can play later. I want you inside me.”

Eager to oblige, I rid myself of my remaining clothing. I reach for the box of condoms Cal gifted me as a joke, quickly donning one before I’m back to her. Her legs part willingly.

Grabbing my cock with one hand, I thrust myself inside her. Her eyes close, but I order her to open them. “Look at me, Sutton,” I urge, a hint of desperation in my voice.

As our lips meet in a deep, passionate kiss, I do something I’ve never done before—I keep my eyes open. It’s a raw experience, seeing your emotions mirrored in another’s eyes, especially in such a vulnerable moment.

Why am I doing this?

What is it about her that’s drawing me in?

The sheer depth of her emotions is evident; her soul yearns for something, perhaps the same thing I’m seeking. A connection, some light . . . a way to mend what’s broken. It’s about more than just physical desire. It’s as if we’re merging, two souls aligning in a cosmic dance, discovering facets of one another we weren’t aware of.

She and I.

Us.

Every kiss, every assertive thrust deepens our connection, sending electrical currents of pleasure between us. Her impassioned sounds, the rhythmic clenching of her body around mine, the rapid cadence of her heartbeat—all serve as undeniable proof of the electric connection we’re forging that’s scary, new, and maybe even magical.

The sensations threaten to undo me far quicker than I’d like.

I envision us exploring each other in countless ways. Tonight, tomorrow, for as long as she allows me.

The storm intensifies, each bolt of pleasure sharper, each subsequent rumble deeper. The inevitable tension surges within me, and as I succumb, she follows suit, her soft cry intermingling with my own guttural release. Throughout, our gazes remain locked.

She gazes back, eyes infused with newfound clarity, a radiant glow I haven’t seen before in my life.

The electric tension between us intensifies. As the lightning strikes, faster and fiercer, the ensuing thunder echoes the mounting pressure within me. My heart races, my frame quivers with mounting anticipation. In that heady moment of shared climax, her sharp intake of breath resonates with my own release. Despite the overwhelming sensations, my eyes remain fixed on hers, searching.

ChapterFifteen

Sutton

Well,this was . . . different from what I expected from this arrangement, but I think I really want a repeat with obviously more detail.I mean there are things I would like to try and he seems to have a lot of knowledge and great moves.

“What are you thinking?” River asks as he comes back from the bathroom after disposing of the condom.

Casting a sidelong glance at the box of condoms on the nightstand, I quip, “You came prepared.” An eyebrow arches in genuine curiosity. “Was this what you had in mind for our meet-and-greet week?”

He offers a sheepish grin. “Cal told me he left them on the nightstand just in case . . . I think he meant to leave them as a joke, but who’s laughing now, huh?”

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