She抯 silent as I stand and locate my suitcase. I can feel the annoyance radiating clear across the room. I feel like I missed something and I抦 not sure what. There抯 a good chance I won抰 need the foil packet I return to the bed with.
揥e don抰 have to do this tonight.?
In answer, she takes the condom from me, rips it open, and rolls it down my dick. Then she straddles my lap and sinks down. Her heavy exhale is half-whimper, half-moan as I fill her. I mentally recite every finding from the latest quarterly report to keep from immediately coming like a horny teenager. She抯 wet and hot and Scarlett.
I let her control the pace. Let her take me deep and fast and frantic. Let her use me like a toy to get herself off. Part of me is pleased she wants me as much as I抳e been wanting her. Part of me is just caught off guard. I don抰 give up control梔uring sex, when it comes to anything.
Except when it comes to her, apparently.
When Scarlett doesn抰 care, she shuts down. Her desperate movements aren抰 indifference. She wants this, and she抯 showing me just how much. I trace the length of her throat with my tongue, tasting the hint of salt on her skin from our trip across the waves. She smells like lemon and something floral, almost sweet.
When I trail my tongue down between her breasts, she gasps and circles her hips. I grunt. 揧ou抮e close, Red. I can feel you clenching around me.?Wet, greedy sounds fill the room as she impales herself on me over and over again, chasing her release.
揅rew.?She says my name like a curse.
揂re you going to come on my cock, Red??
Our lips meet in a dirty, messy kiss. And then she抯 convulsing around me, making sounds that almost push me over the edge after her.
I flip her over so she抯 beneath me and lift one of her legs as I sink back inside her. My lips find the shell of her ear. I don抰 look at her face, I just use her body the same way she just used mine. 揧ou came fast, Scarlett. Do your boy toys not get the job done??She yanks my mouth back to hers and bites my bottom lip so hard I taste blood.
Scarlett can抰 be owned or tamed or controlled. It抯 part of her appeal. Wild, raw beauty is the most devastating sort. She抯 a storm, the cataclysmic kind you can抰 help but respect even as you mourn its upheaval.
揥hat抯 it like to fuck your wife, Crew??
Adrenaline floods my system. I抦 high梠n sensation, on thrill, on her. I rub her swollen clit as I keep fucking her with quick, brutal thrusts. 揇o you always get this wet, or is it for me??
Scarlett fights it, but I hear the moan slip between her lips. Goose bumps pebble her bare skin, despite the fact the air conditioning isn抰 on in here. I take and take and take, speeding up the pace of my thrusts with each stroke. And she spreads her legs as far as they抣l go, letting me in deeper. Begging without words.
I pound into her like I抦 winning our battle of wills, like I抦 claiming her as a prize. Scarlett claws at my back and meets my thrusts, spurring me on. She can lie to me all she wants, but her body can抰 engage in the same deception. Setting aside the mess of other emotions between us, the things we haven抰 said, our chemistry is the combustible sort. It crackles in the air like a summer storm.
She抯 wearing my ring, but she抯 never felt like mine. This is the only way I can claim her, fucking her as hard and as thoroughly as possible. The headboard taps a cadence against the wall. Sweat builds between our bodies.
I slow my movements, not ready for this to end yet. Scarlett swears. I抣l have marks on my back tomorrow.
揚lease, Crew. Please.?
She begs me before she starts to convulse again, and I don抰 have a prayer of making this last any longer. The throaty pleas set me off. A tsunami of pleasure hits, rolling through my body in a powerful wave. Heat erupts in a white-hot fire that shoots through me and erases everything else. Thoughts, fears, worries? All gone.
There抯 just me and the woman making me come harder than I ever have before.
The aftermath of sex is usually predictable. I抦 used to clinginess and questions. With Scarlett, I抳e learned to expect the unexpected.
So when I pull out and toss the condom and the first thing she says is, 揧ou抮e good in bed,?I laugh.
揧ou don抰 sound surprised.?
揑抦 not.?
Close to a compliment. 揑 can go厰
She shifts so her head is on a pillow. A slight breeze shifts the air as she drags the sheets over her naked body. 揑f you want.?
It抯 not what I want, and I know the word choice was deliberate. So I lie down beside her.
I stare up at the ceiling, trying to reconcile how it抯 possible for something to surpass every expectation and to also fall short.
In the darkness, there抯 no metric for time passing. Seconds, minutes, maybe hours later, Scarlett抯 breathing hasn抰 evened.