down at me with eyes hooded with pleasure, my ankles on either side of his face.
He’s glorious.
“I can feel every inch of you inside me,” I murmur. “Fuck me just like this, don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
He speeds up, the muscles in his neck straining. He likes dirty talk, then. He does something with his hips, changes the angle… and oh God. It hits a spot inside of me I didn’t know I had, pleasure rising like a storm through me once again. This is a man who knows his way around a woman’s body.
I’m going to come again.
Closing my eyes, I devolve into a gasping, moaning mess. “Please,” I beg him. “I need you, I need this… I’m so close.”
His hips speed up until he’s hammering into me, the speed too much, the pressure too much. His thumb grazes over my clit and I explode around him.
I’m vaguely aware of moaning, but his voice cuts through all of it.
“Fuck yes, sweetheart, just like that. Just like that.” A growl of pleasure from him and I open my eyes, having to see this. His handsome, masculine features are relaxed in pleasure, hips slamming into me with desperate thrusts. It might be the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.
I feel the pulse of his length inside me as he reaches his peak, buried deep inside. My eyes never leave his face as he enjoys the sensations.
I know I’ll never forget that expression.
When he opens his eyes, they’re swimming with satisfaction and pleasure. He turns his head and presses a soft kiss to my ankle. “Your pussy damn near cut off my blood circulation when you came around me.”
My laughter is wheezy, tired. He lowers my legs to the bed and pulls out of me, disappearing to throw away the condom. Seconds later he stretches out beside me on the bed and I turn to him on instinct, my head on his shoulder. A moment later his arm comes around me.
“I don’t think I’m strait-laced anymore,” I murmur. “You’ll have to think of a new nickname for me now.”
He laughs, the sound rumbling through the chest beneath my hand. “I think it’ll take more than one night of this to properly undo your laces.”
I run my fingernails through the smattering of hair on his chest, wondering how long this’ll last. Do we have the room all night? By the hour?
What’s the protocol at parties like this? I’m not sure if cuddling on the bed is part of it, but he makes no effort to move, his arm keeping my body tight against his.
And it does feel wonderful, skin against skin, his body warm and firm to the touch.
“It feels very odd not to know your name,” I comment, rising up on an elbow.
He raises an eyebrow. “You’re not trying to bend a rule here, are you?”
“Me? I’m a rule-follower through and through,” I say, resting my head in my hand. “It’s just, now I’ve slept with another man, and I have nothing to refer to him by in my head.”
His smile widens into something wickedly thoughtful. He reaches out and drags his fingers through my long hair, the ends tickling my bare breasts.
“Best you’ve ever had,” he suggests. “Lover of the year. A sex god.”
“A sex god?”
He gives a faint grimace. “Yeah, not that one.”
“You’re pretty full of yourself, you know.”
He snorts, fingers closing around one of my nipples. He plays with it idly, dark eyes meeting mine. They’re bottomless now, the same man I’d sparred with on the couch an hour ago.
Who is this man?
“There’s a difference,” he says, “between being full of yourself and knowing your worth.”
Right. “And your worth is measured in gold?”
A quirk of his lips. “Diamonds, sweetheart.”
Groaning, I stretch out next to him. He laughs as he rises up on an elbow, hand smoothing across my stomach. “I’m drifting away from mafia boss.”
“Oh?” His hand drifts lower, teasing between my legs with sure fingers. “How so?”
“You fuck like a man who does his own dirty business.”
The fingers pause, and an eyebrow quirks. Our eyes meet and lock for a moment that stretches into eternity, into something that’s real and scary and tender.
I want to get to know this man.
I know it down to my very toes, despite the artificial nature of this meeting, the no-names clause, the doubtless fact that our lives couldn’t be more different.
His lips twitch, the spell broken. “And you’re too observant for your own good.”
“Is there such a thing?”
And then, pain of all