her legs around my ass, I slam inside her as her moans echo through the house.
“Rub your clit while I fuck you,” I command her.
She obeys and bites down on her lower lip, and I’m not sure what turns me on more. But it’s a beautiful sight. Her fingers swirl in a circular motion while my cock strokes the inside of her.
“Come for me, Raine, I want to watch.”
Her fingers work fast and hard, and tilting her head back, she moans loudly as her body shudders.
“Jesus Christ,” I groan, coming undone, my body shuddering against hers.
“Oh my,” she says, trying to calm her heavy breaths. She wipes the sweat from her forehead as I rest my head on her stomach.
***
RAINE
That is what I call heart-stopping, mind-blowing, and earth-shattering sex. I stifle a giggle as Sly pulls me to my feet and I see the sea of clothes scattered on the floor, except I’m still wearing the skirt. Nothing else matters when Sly is devouring my body. I don’t feel the pain. The world stops, and it’s bliss.
He smiles at me and takes my hand. We walk up the stairs and into his room. This is sweet Sly. We stop inside the massive bathroom, and he unzips my skirt, letting it fall to the floor. I feel a twinge of pain watching a Donna Karan piece lay so haphazardly on the floor.
“Leave it,” he says, as if he can read my mind. “Now, let me shower your body,” he whispers, taking my mouth with his.
Fireworks explode inside my body, bursting flames shooting off in every direction. He pulls away and starts the shower, and I feel drunk, drunk off him and drunk from his touch. Maybe it’s the way he handles me. He wants me as much as I want him. It’s more of a need, a craving. How he hasn’t found someone and settled down is beyond me. I’m broken and damaged, and yet he wants me, pain and all.
He steps in the shower and pulls me in to join him. Steam immediately fogs up the glass door when it shuts. Underneath the water, he brings me against his hard chest and leans his head down by my ear.
“I don’t want to be with anyone else, or inside anyone but you, Raine. You were meant for me. I don’t want another man touching you.”
My heart jumps, no, leaps out of my chest, and swirls down the shower drain. He pulls his face back in front of me and we kiss. I know it’s not love that we feel, but it’s a burning hot passion—one I’d only want to feel with him.
He soaps up a sponge and covers every crevice of my body, paying extra attention to cleaning in between my legs. He turns me around and goes over my back, then rubs the sponge over my ass and I wince.
He rubs my ass cheeks with his hand, caressing them. He must have smacked me pretty hard for it to still sting against the sponge. I feel the need to release the things I’m feeling. I need to run. Turning, I take the sponge and do the same to him that he did to me. When I touch him, his breathing hitches, and I love knowing I affect him the way I do.
I don’t need the words to be spoken about how he feels; I can see it in his eyes and feel it in his touch. No one has ever had that kind of power over me. No one. Maybe in the end, my heart will be stomped and crushed, but right now, I don’t care. Right now, he is mine and I am his.
Surprisingly, the silence doesn’t scare me; the silence that falls between us is blissful, painstakingly blissful. I think my heart feels like a starburst. Out of the shower, he helps me dry off, and I return the favor.
“Do you care if I take advantage of your treadmill?”
“No, you don’t have to ask. I knew eventually it’d be calling your name.” He chuckles.
I throw my wet hair into a ponytail and dig in my bag for some workout clothes. I don’t want to get sweaty, so I won’t go as hard as I normally do.
“I’ll be in my office, catching up on a few things so we can spend all day tomorrow together, however you want to spend it,” he says.
I smile and head to the weight room. Jumping on the
“Rub your clit while I fuck you,” I command her.
She obeys and bites down on her lower lip, and I’m not sure what turns me on more. But it’s a beautiful sight. Her fingers swirl in a circular motion while my cock strokes the inside of her.
“Come for me, Raine, I want to watch.”
Her fingers work fast and hard, and tilting her head back, she moans loudly as her body shudders.
“Jesus Christ,” I groan, coming undone, my body shuddering against hers.
“Oh my,” she says, trying to calm her heavy breaths. She wipes the sweat from her forehead as I rest my head on her stomach.
***
RAINE
That is what I call heart-stopping, mind-blowing, and earth-shattering sex. I stifle a giggle as Sly pulls me to my feet and I see the sea of clothes scattered on the floor, except I’m still wearing the skirt. Nothing else matters when Sly is devouring my body. I don’t feel the pain. The world stops, and it’s bliss.
He smiles at me and takes my hand. We walk up the stairs and into his room. This is sweet Sly. We stop inside the massive bathroom, and he unzips my skirt, letting it fall to the floor. I feel a twinge of pain watching a Donna Karan piece lay so haphazardly on the floor.
“Leave it,” he says, as if he can read my mind. “Now, let me shower your body,” he whispers, taking my mouth with his.
Fireworks explode inside my body, bursting flames shooting off in every direction. He pulls away and starts the shower, and I feel drunk, drunk off him and drunk from his touch. Maybe it’s the way he handles me. He wants me as much as I want him. It’s more of a need, a craving. How he hasn’t found someone and settled down is beyond me. I’m broken and damaged, and yet he wants me, pain and all.
He steps in the shower and pulls me in to join him. Steam immediately fogs up the glass door when it shuts. Underneath the water, he brings me against his hard chest and leans his head down by my ear.
“I don’t want to be with anyone else, or inside anyone but you, Raine. You were meant for me. I don’t want another man touching you.”
My heart jumps, no, leaps out of my chest, and swirls down the shower drain. He pulls his face back in front of me and we kiss. I know it’s not love that we feel, but it’s a burning hot passion—one I’d only want to feel with him.
He soaps up a sponge and covers every crevice of my body, paying extra attention to cleaning in between my legs. He turns me around and goes over my back, then rubs the sponge over my ass and I wince.
He rubs my ass cheeks with his hand, caressing them. He must have smacked me pretty hard for it to still sting against the sponge. I feel the need to release the things I’m feeling. I need to run. Turning, I take the sponge and do the same to him that he did to me. When I touch him, his breathing hitches, and I love knowing I affect him the way I do.
I don’t need the words to be spoken about how he feels; I can see it in his eyes and feel it in his touch. No one has ever had that kind of power over me. No one. Maybe in the end, my heart will be stomped and crushed, but right now, I don’t care. Right now, he is mine and I am his.
Surprisingly, the silence doesn’t scare me; the silence that falls between us is blissful, painstakingly blissful. I think my heart feels like a starburst. Out of the shower, he helps me dry off, and I return the favor.
“Do you care if I take advantage of your treadmill?”
“No, you don’t have to ask. I knew eventually it’d be calling your name.” He chuckles.
I throw my wet hair into a ponytail and dig in my bag for some workout clothes. I don’t want to get sweaty, so I won’t go as hard as I normally do.
“I’ll be in my office, catching up on a few things so we can spend all day tomorrow together, however you want to spend it,” he says.
I smile and head to the weight room. Jumping on the
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