The Man Who Has No Heart - Victoria Quinn Page 0,65
to me deep now, making me wince because his head was hitting me in the cervix. He groaned over and over, becoming louder with every sound, and then he came with a loud moan. His cock throbbed inside me as he finished, his fingertips digging hard into my flesh.
I could feel his weight inside me, feel the warmth and density of his come, getting another load in addition to the others he’d already given me.
He slowly pulled out of me before he kneeled and gave my ass a playful bite with his teeth.
I groaned at the touch, liking the surprise.
He went into the bathroom and got in the shower.
I got comfortable on the bed, turned to the window so I could look at the lake and the trees. I was naked under the sheets but so comfortable I didn’t want to move. I wanted to join him in the shower, but I continued to lie there, his come dripping out of me.
He came out minutes later, his hair still a little damp after he dried it with a towel. He pulled on a new pair of boxers before he joined me in bed, spooning me from behind so we could both look out the window. His warm chest was nice against my back, and it was one of the rare times when he wasn’t hard, probably because we were both empty after hours in the bedroom.
He sprinkled kisses down the back of my neck and over my shoulder, his stubble slightly coarse when his lips were so soft.
“You like my ass, don’t you?”
His kisses stopped for a moment, his lips resting against the back of my shoulder. He processed what I’d said and continued his kisses toward my ear before his lips gave me his warm breaths. “Sexiest ass I’ve ever seen.” His palm smacked my ass, giving it a playful spank. He continued to kiss me as his fingers kneaded my cheek.
“Yeah?” I turned and looked at him over my shoulder, knowing models and perfect tens used to occupy his bed long before I did. Valerie was model status, and he slept with her for years. I was probably the most ordinary woman he’d ever been with.
“Yes.” He looked me in the eye as he spoke, the sincerity obvious in the look. He said everything literally, didn’t know how to communicate in any other way, so I trusted his honesty. “I’ve checked out your ass a million times in those tight skirts you wear.”
My arm reached behind me and cupped the back of his head, cradling his face close to mine. I’d had no idea his eyes wandered where they shouldn’t because his reactions were usually controlled, but I didn’t have eyes in the back of my head…so I’d missed it.
He kept his face close to mine, his hand gliding over my stomach and then to my tit, and he grabbed it firmly. He moved his forehead to mine as his palm migrated to the skin over my heart, touching me the way I touched him sometimes. “You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever been with, Cleo.”
We sat on the patio in front of the fireplace after dinner, drinking beer with our chairs close together. A blanket was over both of us, and we listened to the sound of the flames burning the wood, the crickets that sang to the shores, the silence of the wilderness.
We didn’t say anything for a long time, because nothing needed to be said.
He finished his beer before he set it on the table beside him. He didn’t stand up to get another. Instead, he grabbed my hand under the blanket, his eyes still on the fire, touching me the way I’d touched him last time we were here.
My fingers squeezed his.
“I miss Derek.” His quiet voice broke the silence.
I stared at the side of his face, his cut jawline that was sprinkled with his shadow. “I miss him too.” This weekend at the cabin was so romantic, but it wasn’t quite the same without him. I missed his questions, missed the way he tried to teach me things, the way he lit up both of our lives.
“I love how good you are with him.”
“Well, he’s an easy kid to love.”
“For you, maybe,” he said as his eyes remained on the fire. “Valerie says he has a hard time playing with other kids…”
“Only because he’s so advanced.” His personality wasn’t the problem. He was just interested in building models and studying the universe instead of