Part 2 (1/2)
”Your hand is cold,” she whispered. ”It feels so good.”
Indeed, her skin was hot. I imagined she was flushed from excitement and the antic.i.p.ation of not knowing when I would show up, and not knowing who might see her before I did. I slid a finger down her a.s.s and lower, dipping into the source of her wetness. She was already slick. My c.o.c.k grew rigid at the sight of her, the feel of her seduction on my fingers. When I slid two deep inside her, she jerked on the table, and I was relieved to notice Johnny hadn't tied her up very tightly.
Sara had finally met Johnny by daylight soon after she'd come back to me, last August. Although they had been introduced briefly after our first scene at his club, Sara wanted to sit down with him away from that whole world; she said it would make her feel more comfortable about what we were doing if she could see the man behind it all. We joined him for coffee in a tiny coffee shop in Brooklyn. Johnny-like the rest of us-had been smitten the moment Sara had leaned into him and kissed his cheek, openly thanking him for everything he did for us.
They just clicked. He understood her from the moment he saw her, in a way I think only I had before. He was crazy for her, protective of her, and-as of this evening-was the only man other than me she would ever let touch her, and even then only to prepare her for this special occasion. The trust she gave him was a testament to her faith in me as well.
I took in her cream curves, the starkness of the red ribbon around her wrists and ankles, the strong, smooth line of her spine. My chest constricted with an ache so deep, when I tried to speak my voice came out a touch strangled. ”How long have you been here?”
She gave a little shrug. ”Johnny left maybe ten minutes ago. He said you would be here soon.”
I nodded, bending to kiss her shoulder. ”And here I am.”
”Here you are.”
”Was it hard to wait?”
She licked her lips before answering, ”No.”
”A few people are down at the next room,” I told her, kissing down her back. ”I imagine they walked past this room and saw you alone in here, waiting.”
She s.h.i.+vered against me, exhaling a tight burst of air.
”I bet you knew that. I bet you b.l.o.o.d.y loved it.”
She nodded.
”You know how much I love you?”
Again, she nodded, and a blush spread from her neck down her back. More than anything, Sara craved the knowledge that someone was watching us make love. She wasn't very often tied up for me; sometimes she was in charge, climbing on top and sliding down over me, or taking me in her mouth. In those times she liked to watch my face. Her eyes would take in every one of my fascinated reactions, as if it was still hard for her to believe how obliterated I was by her affection.
But sometimes-only a handful of nights at Johnny's club-she wanted to be blindfolded, left to imagine how I looked when I saw her, and felt her, and f.u.c.ked her.
I reached up, untying the ribbon around her wrists, and felt a bit like I was unwrapping a gift. Sara flexed her hands and then slid her arms up, reaching to curl her fingers around the far edge of the table.
”Did you know I was going to suggest you do that?”
She smiled over her shoulder at my general direction, the blindfold keeping me from her sight. ”I had an inkling.”
And then we both heard it at the same time: a crash in the hall, the sound of someone dropping what must have been an entire tray of drinks. We'd never been certain when we were being watched before. At Red Moon, the rooms were soundproofed; here, the walls were thick but not as insulated.
In front of me, Sara s.h.i.+vered, her back arching.
”Apparently they plan to stay long enough to have some drinks delivered.” I took off my suit jacket, folding it over the back of the chair before I bent and slid my hands between the table and her body, palms up to cup her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. ”Beautiful girl.” I kissed her shoulder, her neck, and down her back, letting my hands slide down the front of her. Licking, nibbling; I couldn't get enough of her f.u.c.king beautiful skin.
”b.l.o.o.d.y brilliant,” I whispered, pulling the metal chair close enough for me to sit down and press my teeth into the curve of her a.s.s. ”Think we only have time for a tiny taste.” With my hands on the back of her thighs, I spread her open, bending forward to kiss her c.l.i.t, taste where she was warm and sweet.
”Max.” Her voice was strained, wrapped tight around the single syllable.
”Hmm?” I tasted her again, letting my eyes fall closed. ”You're so perfect right here.” I kissed her right where she would take me inside. ”Right f.u.c.king here.”
”Please. Now.” Her thighs trembled in my hands.
”You don't want to come on my mouth?” I asked, already pus.h.i.+ng to stand and unfastening my belt.
”I know we don't have a lot of time. I want to feel you inside before you have to leave.”
Pus.h.i.+ng my boxers down my thighs, I teased at her entrance, sliding my c.o.c.k up and over her c.l.i.t. ”Before we begin, I need your thoughts on something.”
She moaned, pus.h.i.+ng back into me. ”Need to know where to put it?”
I bent and kissed her back, laughing. ”No, you naughty f.u.c.king girl. This will be too quick for that.”
She licked her lips, waiting.
Poised just barely inside her, I asked, ”Shall I take you bare? I do have a condom in my pocket.”
Her breath hitched. ”Bare.”
My chest squeezed and I stared down at her, wanting to absorb the moment just a little f.u.c.king longer. She was tied to a table, naked and ready for me. My silk tie dragged along her spine as I bent over her, and the deep blue contrasted perfectly with the pale flush of her skin. b.l.o.o.d.y h.e.l.l, she was hot. We never used condoms at home, but here in the club and with her whole night ahead of her, it was a little different.
I slid in so slowly I felt every f.u.c.king centimeter of her stretching for me. She cried out, tilting her hips up to take me deeply. In this position, with the difference in our heights, I could curl along the entire length of her spine and speak right into her ear. ”Are you sure?”
”I'm sure.”
”Because now I've just pushed inside you, with no protection, Petal. If I come inside you, the drink-spillers out there will know you belong to me.”
She moaned, fingers curling right around the edge of the table. ”And?”
”And you'll have my come inside you after I leave; is that what you like?”
”You'll know it's there,” she whispered, rocking up to meet my movements. ”That's what I'll like. When you're out there, sitting with the boys, or at dinner later, you'll be thinking about how I can still feel you.”
”Too f.u.c.king right.” I slid my hand around her hips and pressed my fingers all along her s.e.x, giving her friction everywhere.
I started slow, teasing, watching myself disappear and emerge, wet with her. But the reality of the night pressed in on my little private bubble and I knew I didn't have hours to relish this. This would be quick pleasure only; I would find time to drink her in much more slowly later.
She gasped when I pulled back and returned to her roughly, building a rhythm so hard and fast the table squeaked on the floor, the hinges groaned. Sara took it all with her perfect a.r.s.e in the air, pus.h.i.+ng back into me as hard and fast as I moved forward.
With a quiet moan, she whispered, ”Max, I'm there.”
I circled my fingers over her c.l.i.t, pressed harder, moved faster. I knew this woman's body as well as my own. Knew how fast she needed it, how hard. Knew how much she loved the sound of her name in my voice.
”Petal,” I groaned. ”I'm dying to feel you come around my c.o.c.k.”