A Game Of Temptation

“Good morning.” He spoke, his green eyes blazing, “Did you sleep okay?”

I didn’t answer him. That felt like a question couples would ask each other, not two strangers who were just hooking up. Twice.

I grabbed his cock, which had been prodding my stomach, and gave it a long, slow stroke. A gust of breath escaped his lips and his eyes slid shut, only to open again, filled with determination and something that looked a lot like suspicion. The latter confused me. Why would he be suspicious?

Before I knew it, he hoisted me up onto the kitchen island and wedged his body into the space between my legs. His head dipped, leaving kisses on a straight line down my body-one that undoubtedly would lead to my core-and just as I predicted, his mouth latched onto my pussy lips.

A moan escaped my lips, so embarrassingly loud, but there was nothing I could do to stop it. This man had one incredibly talented mouth. Thank fuck that I had washed up over the night when I got up to pee, else I would have been grossed out that he was eating me out.Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

Just like last night, when the orgasm hit me, it was full-bodied and earth shattering. It felt like I had absolutely no control over my body, like I didn’t know who I was anymore. Like I was on the outside, watching what was happening to my body, but was incapable of doing anything, but watch.

Sex was good, but I was never so abandoned, the way that I was now, when I had it. It was just so different with him. Maybe because I was actually attracted to him. That had to be it.

My orgasm didn’t subside before he straightened and shoved into me. Fully. Every hot, hard, steely inch of him was inside me.

We both groaned in unison. God, the pleasure, the fullness, it was unlike anything that I had ever experienced, and the fact that my walls were still contracting from the orgasm, increased the pressure. Last night, he had seemed big. Now, he was enormous. How that was possible, I wasn’t sure.

He pulled me to the edge of the island and with a concentrated, yet blissful look on his face, he began thrusting. His cock dragged along my walls with every thrust, my pussy seeming to wrap around him like a glove. Pleasure skittered up my spine, swallowing me whole until I couldn’t take it anymore and my head fell back, my eyes sliding shut.

“Look at me.” He commanded and instantly, but with great effort, my eyes flew to his. They were two green orbs filled with heat, threatening to drown me if I didn’t look away. But I couldn’t, because for some weird reason, I wanted to do as he asked.

“You’re so fucking tight.” The words fell out of him on a stutter, “Every single time I pull out, it’s like you’re dragging me back in, begging me for more.”

I moaned, his dirty words pushing me towards an orgasm.

“I can feel you squeezing me.” He groaned, his eyes never leaving mine, “You like it when I talk dirty?”

He was figuring me out fast, and I didn’t like that. “Harder.” I demanded.

“No.” He shook his head like he knew what I was trying to do. But he couldn’t, could he?

“Harder.” I urged again, clamping down on him at the same time I locked my legs around his waist, urging him on. That seemed to do it, because his eyes squeezed shut as he groaned my name and then he was thrusting into me like a madman.

Yes! This was what I wanted. This wild abandon, this shallow act. They were just two strangers having sex, why was he trying to act like it was something more?

His thrusts bordered on the edge of pain. He hit my g-spot just then and I tumbled over the cliff. A few minutes later, he was following me. It was when we were both trying to catch our breaths, and he started to pull away, that I realised that we hadn’t used a condom.

Shit. No wonder the sex felt different.

“Fuuuck.” He groaned, dropping his head in his hands. “I didn’t use a condom.”

“We completely forgot.”

“Its all my fault. I am so sorry, I didn’t think. I’m clean. I’ll provide my test results if you want.” It looked like he was panicking. “I am so sorry that I got carried away like that.”

His eyes were dark and somber with regret. He was so genuinely sorry, that I found myself reassuring him. “It’s okay, really. I’m on the pill.”

Besides, I didn’t want him apologising for one of the most phenomenal sex I had ever had.

His shoulders dropped in relief. “Thank fuck.”

“Yeah.” I nodded, hopping down from the island. I walked around him, intent on getting to the living room and taking my bag with me to the room where I would wash up, change and go to work. “I’ll go have my bath now.”

I didn’t look at him as I passed. Not even once. I was too exposed. Too raw. He could do things to my body that nobody else could. And I had been so caught up in what he was doing to m body, that I had not even realised he wasn’t wearing a condom.

Again, that had never happened before. He could have an STD for fuck’s sake. Not that he looked like the kind of guy that would, but I didn’t take any chances.

Yet, I had thrown caution to the wind the moment he touched my body.

Hastily, I took my bath, changed and folded the gown I had worn last night carefully into my bag. Opportunity to leave, presented itself when he told her he was going to have his bath. The minute he went into the bathroom, she grabbed her bag and got the hell out of there as if her ass was on fire.

Last night till this morning had felt like a dream-although the sweet ache between my legs assured me that it wasn’t-and now, it was time to go back to reality.

Little did I know it wasn’t the last time I would be seeing him.