No Strings Attached

Chapter Eight

He rises, and his mouth presses to mine, his tongue dipping between my lips, letting me taste my own arousal. "What, Scarlett? What do you want?"

My hand reaches out in search of my answer. I find his girth—the impressively hard dick— and my mouth hangs open at the sound of his moan.

Within seconds, he's grabbing me roughly, pulling me up off my feet, slamming me into the glass again. I'm sure I'll feel this later, and it will be entirely worth it.

His hands grasp my cheeks while my legs wrap around his hips, my searching lips finding his.

"Are you on birth control?"

I nod, so glad Rebecca told me to stay on it even after my divorce. I don't think I could wait another moment for this... for him.

"Put me in you," he utters against my mouth.

My hand slides between us and I find him already positioned. He wants me to actually do the deed. I'm still shaking; I haven't stopped. I'm still unable to breathe; I haven't been able to.

I press him against myself, biting down on his lip as I grip his shoulders, sliding onto him with exquisite slowness. The way my body stretches to accommodate him, the way my sex pulsates around his length, makes us both tense, feeling the weight of our choice.

This point of no return.

The moment the tension implodes, sucking up our air space, electrifying our flesh... there aren't words to describe it, but still I try.

"Oh, my g—"

"Christ," he hisses, gasping against me. "Fuck."

It gradually begins to happen. His grip tightens, mine does too. My hips rock, his drive. Suddenly, our rhythm is set, and his cock is pounding into my body, quite determined to split me in two.

I can't cry out. I can't gasp. I can't say his name or cry expletives. I can only gape, trying to comprehend what the hell is occurring to me in this moment. I feel him everywhere when he's buried to the hilt, in every single fiber of my being. When his tongue is against my own, I can barely respond.

He's paralyzing me with pleasure.

"Scarlett."

"Take me," I beg. "Harder... harder."

His face presses to my chest as he pulls me down deeper, harder onto his cock, his arms, his entire body coated in sweat. I grin, feeling his curls beneath my hands.

I begin to shake in his arms as he builds my need to unhealthy heights once more. I can't remain in the dark any longer. I have to see him. I have to.

"I want to take this off," I breathe. "I want to see you."

I reach back, undoing the tie with nerve-struck fingers. He takes my areola in his mouth, suckling before his teeth clamp down, pulling on the nub gently. I convulse, the material falling from my eyes and into my hand. I drop it onto the floor, opening my eyes slowly.

His mouth leaves my breast, his lust-filled eyes piercing my gaze as his face aligns with my own just inches away. I'm stunned. They are the color of coal, a deep black, not a trace of brown. I don't even know how it's possible to have such a color for eyes, but there they are, staring back at me.

I realize I'm gazing at him, letting myself feel more than I'm willing to give, and quickly avert my eyes, taking in his neck, his chest instead, appreciating the sheer brawn muscles he possesses.

"You are fucking sexy," I tell him bluntly, not caring that it sounds strange for me to say things like that. He lowers us down, sinking onto the floor, extending his legs until his feet are against the floor and the window.

I couldn't be more attached to his body than I am right now. My backside against his lifted thighs, he pulls and pushes me onto him, kissing me with an unspeakable force as we fuck before the New York skyline.

My legs tighten around him, my toes curl. His hands grasp my face, my neck, my breasts, my hips, always exploring. When we're not kissing, he's drinking my body in, unabashedly watching our bodies move together as one.

I feel him tense beneath me as my own body tightens around him, seconds away from utter bliss. I break away from his mouth, crying out softly.

"I'm close," I whisper to him in our own private bubble. He nods, pressing his forehead against my own, breathless.

"Yes. Yes, come for me, Scarlett."

"Yes, oh god... yes."

I'm possessed by ecstasy as I come undone with a violent shudder, mouth agape as he stills, letting go as well, the grip of his fingers painfully tight on my flesh, our lips close enough to touch.

We don't move an inch.

My eyes open slowly. I find his still closed, his gorgeous features completely free of any hardness, any power. He's vulnerable in this one moment, as am I.

But it's gone within seconds, driven away by the reminder of our pact... what tonight was about.

He opens his eyes, and they are alight with confidence.

"Are you convinced now?" he finally asks, breaking the silence.

I try to breathe normally. "Of what?"

His smile is bright. "Of how good we're going to be for each other."

He doesn't need an answer. He knows I know.

This is just the beginning.