She inhaled sharply when he sank completely all the way into her. He gripped her thigh and brought it up high on his waist. He withdrew slightly and then sank back inside her. The rhythm started languid and steady. Vic braced his hands on the mattress on either side of her head. They had yet to break their eye contact from each other.
Her hips moved in rhythm with him.
Time stopped as they became one.
Moans floated through the air, gasps, softcries as they took pleasure in each other. Vic’s eyes closed for a brief moment. His hips moved faster. His shaft plowed into her.
Hard.
Deep.
It was everything she needed.
Tachina’s body trembled from the delicious assault of Vic and his cock. His hips quickened until he was pounding into her. The sounds of their lovemaking filled the room, heightening her arousal. She held on to him, digging her nails into his skin.
“Tachina,” he groaned.
He rose and pushed her thighs wide and high. He rested his hands on the back of them and lost control. The new position sent him farther into her than before. It was all too much, and she sensed her next orgasm on the way to claim her. She bit her lip to keep from screaming out.
She wasn’t sure what was going to happen after this night, but she was going to live in the moment.
Vic’s finger made its way to her swollen clit and strummed it.
“Come now, Tachina. Come on my dick,” he ordered.
Apparently, that was all it was going to take for her next climax.
She bit her lips then convulsed so hard around him that she almost felt as if she would pass out. Vic’s low moan joined hers, and he pumped her full of his release. He fell forward but caught himself before landing on her. They laytogether tangled, out of breath, their bodies covered in a fine sheen of sweat.
After a few minutes, Vic rolled them to the side and brought her into his arms. She felt empty the moment he slipped out of her. She rested her head on his chest and tried to catch her breath. She didn’t know how long they lay there, but she didn’t care.
She didn’t want to move.
That was where she fell asleep.
Before she opened her eyes, she knew the bed next to her was empty. Her heart sank slightly. She didn’t know what to think. They’d made love three times last night before the morning. She glanced over at the bedside table. There was no note from Vic.
Just the lingering scent of him on her pillows.
She sat up slowly and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. It was then she remembered she hadn’t had a chance to wash her face and remove her makeup properly. She ran her fingers through her hair and grimaced as she imagined what she must look like. She pulled the covers over her naked body and appreciated the ache between her thighs.
Vic had taken her hard last night, and she was not going to complain one bit. She was pretty certain she had left a few marks on him.
She leaned over and snagged her house gown from the chair beside her bed. She slipped it on just in the nick of time.
“Mommy!”
She glanced over at the window. The early morning light shined into her room. Her son was right on time. He banged on her door and called her name again.
“Come in, baby,” she said.
The door flew open before she got the last word out. Kian came flying into her room, his curly hair standing on end, his eyes bright while he dragged his blanket behind him. He flew to her bed and climbed up on the mattress.
“Morning, big man.”
“Pancakes!” He giggled while he crawled over to her.
He launched himself into her arms. She fell back against the pillows with a laugh.