Yes!
She was open for him and so wet and empty. She gripped his shoulders and tried to pull herself up on his body.
He held her back. He gripped her ribs and pushed her down into the mattress. Then he squeezed her breasts and she arched into his need. Sensation shot through her as he pinched her nipples. And then—yes—he pressed his organ against her lower flesh.
He rolled his cock up her wet folds, slipping between them, and rolling against her most sensitive spot. She spread herself as wide as she could, trying to manipulate him inside, but he wouldn’t do it. And while his hands played with her breasts, he thrust against her. His shaft rolled up between her folds, but not inside.
She wrapped her legs around his buttocks. She drew herself hard and tight against him.
And he thrust.
His hands dropped to the mattress. His face was tight, his jaw hard, and his eyes bore into her.
He thrust.
Sensation burst from him to her. Or so it felt. Over and over, he slammed himself against her, but never inside.
She lost the ability to fight him. He was too strong. He was too determined. And so she opened herself up to whatever he wanted.
He stroked himself against her folds.
He thrust against her nub.
And she burst into light.
This time, he joined her. His body shuddered against her and with a guttural cry, he let go. His seed spilled on her belly.
And while she floated, he shuddered, then slowly dropped his forehead to hers.
She kissed him, and he returned it in full measure.
Then he kissed her cheeks, her nose, and her brow.
Ever the gentleman, he cleaned her up, and then he lay beside her. He tucked her close, and covered them both with the blanket.
It wasn’t the fullness that she’d wanted. He wasn’t her husband and there was no possibility of children.
But it was enough.
He was enough.
Chapter Eighteen
Aaron was anearly riser by nature, but the sun was streaming in through the dirty window by the time he opened his eyes. He felt remarkably relaxed and languidly appreciated the body curled against him.
Lilah.
He revisited anew her remarkable performance yesterday during the bet, and then let his mind relive the wondrous moments in this bed. He shifted and realized she still had her stockings on, and that made him grin from ear to ear.
She stirred against him as well, her eyes opening as she tilted up to face him. He watched as awareness dawned, and then she appeared to fall into the same memories he had. Her eyes softened, her body flexed against him, and the temptation of her lips drew him.
Bang bang!
A fist pounded twice on the door, jolting them both apart.
“Up ye get,” came a rough voice. “Ye got a visitor in the mistress’s parlor.”
“What? Who?” Aaron asked, his voice thick.