One Foolish Night
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Holly bent closer so that her nipples rubbed against his chest. “A little sensitive?”
“You would be, too, if you hadn’t had sex in two months.”
When Holly’s eyes widened, he realized what he’d inadvertently said. He hadn’t wanted to admit this to her, because he didn’t want it to be misconstrued. Yes, it was true that he hadn’t been with a woman since that fateful night with Holly, but that didn’t mean anything.
“I was working day and night,” he added now, trying to downplay his confession.
Ah, fuck! Who was he kidding? No other woman had interested him, and he hadn’t even engaged in anonymous one-night stands, or been out on a single date. Hell, he hadn’t even kissed another woman.
He couldn’t allow her to think about this, so he did the only thing he could to distract her: He pushed her hips down and rammed his cock upward, driving himself into her to the hilt. The intensity of the sensations engulfing him almost robbed him of his control. But in the last second, he pulled himself back from the brink.
“God, you feel good!” he gritted out from between clenched teeth. “Now ride me, Holly!”
Holly followed his command, mesmerized not only by the lust blazing from his eyes and the raw emotion in his words, but also intrigued by his earlier words, the ones he’d dismissed so quickly.
You would be, too, if you hadn’t had sex in two months.
The reason she knew he’d spoken the truth was because he’d wanted to take those words back immediately. Had he wanted to butter her up with a remark like that, he wouldn’t have tried to dismiss it by blaming work for his lack of sex.
So why had he been celibate for the last two months?
Did it truly mean what she hoped it meant—that Paul hadn’t been able to forget her, just like she hadn’t been able to forget him?
Holly began to move, first slowly, lifting herself up onto her knees, then dropping back down to take him deep into her. She’d missed that feeling of being filled and stretched, of Paul trying to get as deep inside her as humanly possible. With every thrust, her heart beat faster and the temperature of her body rose.
Paul’s hands roamed her body, alternately stroking her backside, then squeezing her breasts and caressing her nipples, as if he didn’t know what to do first. She felt his desire for her physically, and couldn’t help but be affected by it.
“I want you,” she whispered.
His eyes met hers, and within their dark depths she saw agreement. “You’ve got me.” His hands gripped her hips, and he slammed her down on his cock, harder than before.
She knew what he wanted to tell her with his words and his actions. That he enjoyed sex with her more than anything and that in bed, he would be hers to do with as she pleased. It would have to be enough. At least it was something nobody could take away from her.
“I love how your cock thrusts into me,” she said, knowing how much he liked it when she talked dirty.
“Fuck, Holly! Another word, and I’m coming.” He clenched his teeth, and then suddenly, without a warning, he rolled and flipped her on her back. “When I’m coming, I want to fuck you so hard that I rob you of your breath.”
She smiled up at him. “I love a man who knows when to take charge.” Because what she needed right now was a good pounding.
“Oh, yeah? You think you can take it?” He pulled his hips back.
“Don’t tease me.”
Paul slammed his cock into her, making her breath rush from her lungs.
“Oh Paul, yes! Yes! Again! Please!” She was out of control now. Nothing mattered but feeling Paul’s body take charge of hers, giving her pleasure and guiding her to her climax. “Make me come, Paul!”
“Anything you want, baby.”
Then his hips worked frantically, and he fucked her harder and faster than he’d done during their first night. Sweat was building on his face and chest and every time their bodies slammed together, the sound echoed in the room, and Holly was sure it could be heard all the way down the hallway to the guest room.
“So good,” she pressed out, panting.
“Yes,” he responded and dropped his head to her. “So good.” Then his lips were on hers and he kissed her.
Everything disappeared into the distance. Everything but Paul. They could have been in a bare shack, making love on a hard cot, and she wouldn’t have noticed.
When she felt her orgasm approach, her body stiffened, and Paul released her lips.
“Yes, baby, together,” he encouraged her.
The wave of her orgasm hit her. “Paul!” Then she felt his cock jerk inside her and Paul’s loud moan filled the room. A shudder ran through his body and collided with the shivers that went through hers.
“You would be, too, if you hadn’t had sex in two months.”
When Holly’s eyes widened, he realized what he’d inadvertently said. He hadn’t wanted to admit this to her, because he didn’t want it to be misconstrued. Yes, it was true that he hadn’t been with a woman since that fateful night with Holly, but that didn’t mean anything.
“I was working day and night,” he added now, trying to downplay his confession.
Ah, fuck! Who was he kidding? No other woman had interested him, and he hadn’t even engaged in anonymous one-night stands, or been out on a single date. Hell, he hadn’t even kissed another woman.
He couldn’t allow her to think about this, so he did the only thing he could to distract her: He pushed her hips down and rammed his cock upward, driving himself into her to the hilt. The intensity of the sensations engulfing him almost robbed him of his control. But in the last second, he pulled himself back from the brink.
“God, you feel good!” he gritted out from between clenched teeth. “Now ride me, Holly!”
Holly followed his command, mesmerized not only by the lust blazing from his eyes and the raw emotion in his words, but also intrigued by his earlier words, the ones he’d dismissed so quickly.
You would be, too, if you hadn’t had sex in two months.
The reason she knew he’d spoken the truth was because he’d wanted to take those words back immediately. Had he wanted to butter her up with a remark like that, he wouldn’t have tried to dismiss it by blaming work for his lack of sex.
So why had he been celibate for the last two months?
Did it truly mean what she hoped it meant—that Paul hadn’t been able to forget her, just like she hadn’t been able to forget him?
Holly began to move, first slowly, lifting herself up onto her knees, then dropping back down to take him deep into her. She’d missed that feeling of being filled and stretched, of Paul trying to get as deep inside her as humanly possible. With every thrust, her heart beat faster and the temperature of her body rose.
Paul’s hands roamed her body, alternately stroking her backside, then squeezing her breasts and caressing her nipples, as if he didn’t know what to do first. She felt his desire for her physically, and couldn’t help but be affected by it.
“I want you,” she whispered.
His eyes met hers, and within their dark depths she saw agreement. “You’ve got me.” His hands gripped her hips, and he slammed her down on his cock, harder than before.
She knew what he wanted to tell her with his words and his actions. That he enjoyed sex with her more than anything and that in bed, he would be hers to do with as she pleased. It would have to be enough. At least it was something nobody could take away from her.
“I love how your cock thrusts into me,” she said, knowing how much he liked it when she talked dirty.
“Fuck, Holly! Another word, and I’m coming.” He clenched his teeth, and then suddenly, without a warning, he rolled and flipped her on her back. “When I’m coming, I want to fuck you so hard that I rob you of your breath.”
She smiled up at him. “I love a man who knows when to take charge.” Because what she needed right now was a good pounding.
“Oh, yeah? You think you can take it?” He pulled his hips back.
“Don’t tease me.”
Paul slammed his cock into her, making her breath rush from her lungs.
“Oh Paul, yes! Yes! Again! Please!” She was out of control now. Nothing mattered but feeling Paul’s body take charge of hers, giving her pleasure and guiding her to her climax. “Make me come, Paul!”
“Anything you want, baby.”
Then his hips worked frantically, and he fucked her harder and faster than he’d done during their first night. Sweat was building on his face and chest and every time their bodies slammed together, the sound echoed in the room, and Holly was sure it could be heard all the way down the hallway to the guest room.
“So good,” she pressed out, panting.
“Yes,” he responded and dropped his head to her. “So good.” Then his lips were on hers and he kissed her.
Everything disappeared into the distance. Everything but Paul. They could have been in a bare shack, making love on a hard cot, and she wouldn’t have noticed.
When she felt her orgasm approach, her body stiffened, and Paul released her lips.
“Yes, baby, together,” he encouraged her.
The wave of her orgasm hit her. “Paul!” Then she felt his cock jerk inside her and Paul’s loud moan filled the room. A shudder ran through his body and collided with the shivers that went through hers.
