Page 77 of Tied Up in Riches
“It’s fine.” Her breath is heavy, lost in search of ecstasy already. “I track my cycle. I checked a few days ago. We’re good. If you trust me.”
I consider questioning her, but fuck, it’s hot that she’s thought about this, that she’s prepared for it. And a few days ago? Before I even kissed her? I groan into a kiss, wanting the connection everywhere possible. Without breaking it, I hoist her up on the ledge by her hips, then drag my hands tight over her thighs.
When I get to her knees, I break our kiss and reach for her calves, stretching her legs over my shoulders. She makes the smallest indication that her legs are too tight, and I pause. “You do yoga every day, love. I know you’re flexible enough.”
“You got it, boss.” She pairs her words with a challenging smile, and all my patience for being inside her disappears. Thank fuck she relaxes her legs, her ankles hooking on my shoulders with ease. I grip her left ankle, kissing the inside of her calf and leaving a new trail of chills across her skin. Running my hands back up her thighs, I step closer, the tip of my cock teasing her wet entrance. Goddamn, the anticipation alone might pull me under.
“Marcus,” she whines.
I wait for her to make eye contact. “I’m not fucking you for fake. If we do this, it’s real.” I’d stop if she told me otherwise, but I’m thankful as fuck when she nods.
“It’s real.”
“Then hold on tight, love.”
I note the white of her fingers, tight around the wood beams, and drive into her.
She screams out, her cry echoing through the elevator shaft. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen until her head falls back on my next thrust, the light from her phone flashlight a halo around her head. My fingers dig into her hips, holding her in place as I pump in and out of her. She’s tight, but so fucking wet, and the perfect friction builds, a precise fit each time I slip deep inside. It’s like the air is being sucked from the room, pulling me tighter to her, deeper, connecting us more. I thrust again, too hard to kiss her, but her eyes are focused between us anyway, watching where she consumes me and lets me go just long enough before pulling me back in.
She’s pulsing around me, tightening as her orgasm builds. I hate that her shirt still separates us, wanting to twist her nipples and palm her perfect breasts the way I did last night. Fuck that. I hold her tight to me, relishing the stillness of being inside of her. Her brows scrunch together. “Take your shirt off,” I demand, my thumbs brushing the apex of her thighs, not wanting to let go.
Releasing her grip on the beams, she tugs her shirt over her head and tosses it on the floor behind me. She reaches behind her to unclasp her bra, leaning away from me just enough that the light behind her creates a soft glow over her body.
I run my finger across the skin below her breast on the right, over the script inked into her. Amor fati.
“Love of one’s fate,” she tells me between heavy breaths, her hands abandoning their mission to get her naked and falling to my waist. Her thumb rubs over the bottom of my koi fish tattoo, her eyes locking on mine. “Everything that happens in our lives, good and bad, is essential.”
“Acceptance,” I say.
“Gratitude.”
I want to learn every inch of this woman. Understand the depths of her brain. Everything–the good and bad–that made her the goddess she is in front of me. But right now, I need her.
Smoothing my thumbs below her breasts again, I reach around her back, unhooking her bra and watching the straps fall off her shoulders before tossing it aside.
So much fucking better. I groan, pulling her closer with a grip on her lower back, holding her steady as I resume my thrusts. She’s heaven.
I take her nipple in my mouth, biting enough to elicit a moan from her sweet lips. Her hands fall to my hair, her nails scratching against my head as I swirl my tongue over the hardened peak. Fuck it’s hot how turned on she is.
There’s no friction left as I drive into her hard enough that she finds her grip on the beams again to steady herself. I reach between us, my thumb finding her clit and rubbing fast circles, my hips steady with the way they fuck her. She bites into her lip, her eyelids fluttering closed. She releases a cross between a sigh and a cry, and I know I’ve got her. A tingling sensation tightens my balls, rising through my cock. Then I explode, and it’s like the room is filled with oxygen, relief and life all at once.
My uncontrolled twitch slows my pace enough that Brooke lets go, and I let her legs fall from my shoulders. With her legs now locked around my waist, she grips either side of my neck with her hands and crashes her lips to mine. Our tongues tangle, refusing to leave time for a breath as our kiss deepens, as if it’ll draw out our ecstasy. She’s contracting hard around me, intensifying my release in a way I’ve never experienced ever. With anyone.
I slow my hips, our kiss slowing in sync. It’s less frantic but just as intense.
I’m so fucking gone for this girl.
I decide right then that she'll never be anything but mine, and I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure that’s true even when she finds out my secret.
Stopping my movement, I break our kiss. Brooke’s forehead presses into mine, our sweat hot against each other, and I fucking love it.
“That was . . .” she starts but drifts off.
“Incredible?”
“Worth every bad moment I’ve ever lived to get to this one.”
I press my mouth to hers, soft as I pull her tight to me, not wanting to disconnect yet. I feel her smile on my lips. “I guess we should get back,” she whispers against them.