Fire In His Eyes (Secrets & Seduction #1)(13)
“Bend over, Monica. Put your hands on either side of the tub on the edges there.” He growled and indicated pointing at where he wanted me to place my hands. He backed up enough to give me the room to do it while he fumbled with the condom he had placed earlier on the window sill. I did what he asked but missed the pleasure I felt from his grasping my breast and rubbing me with the soft sponge. “Spread your legs, baby. Wider,” he urged. I did. I felt his erection press into my backside. “I need you to bend your head down a little lower.” Again, I did as he asked. I couldn’t refuse him anything. I was pliable, like putty in his hands. “I am going to f*ck you so hard from behind, Monica, and you are going to love it!” I believed him. He placed his hands on my hips and gripped me firmly and with no hesitation charged into my *, penetrating me so deeply that it hurt a little bit, but then the pleasure of his slamming into me over and over again and the hot water cascading over my sensitive skin soon made me forget that momentary discomfort. He had a good strong rhythm going right from the start and ripples of sensation almost immediately coursed through my vagina. “Touch yourself, Monica. Use one hand to pleasure yourself. I won’t let you fall.” He held me firmly, and continued his punishing deep thrusts. Tentatively, I removed one hand from the tub and found my clit easily. It was already swollen and engorged. I flicked it back and forth with light touches and eventually increased the pressure there swirling two fingers over myself again and again. He plunged and hammered into me over and over. My breathing became ragged. I was close, so close. His hold on my hips intensified and his fingers clenched and dug into the flesh of my hips, but even that felt good. My body was alive, like it had never been before and I enjoyed every sensation. I felt his dick getting harder. It filled me. “I am going to come soon, Monica! Oh, god baby!” The walls of my vagina that had been rippling now clenched and began to spasm around him at those words. My * squeezed and released him repeatedly as he slipped in and out of me with furious intensity. I continued to rub myself furiously increasing the pressure. A cord of electricity sent shock waves from my * to my nipples causing them to tighten into hard pebbles. Victor screamed, “Oh, f*ck.” It was a garbled and strangled sound. I loved it; it made me feel powerful. I was doing this to him, making him feel this way. My legs began to give way but he held firm and slid into me two more times as I then found my own release and screamed his name.
After that and because my legs were weak, he scooped me up and grabbed a towel on his way out of the bathroom after discarding the used condom into the waste paper basket. Dripping water on the floor, he made his way back to my bedroom, where he stood me up and gently wrapped the white fluffy towel around me. I leaned against the bed. He used another towel to dry himself off rubbing efficiently and quickly. He stooped beside my bed and picked up a black duffle bag, I had not noticed earlier. He must have retrieved it from the car when I was making the coffee. As he began to dress, he spoke. “Monica, I had a lot of fun last night with you and again this morning. I hope we can do this again. I have to leave, soon. I have to pick someone up from the airport, so I gotta run, and I have a family thing to do today.”
“Okay,” I replied. Trepidation began to descend on me, but his next words warmed me.
“But, I want you to come see me tonight. Bring an overnight bag. I will text you my address. Can you come at eleven? I know it is late, but I don’t know when this family thing will be done.” He had just finished pulling on a tight black T-shirt over his head. He looked so good in black. He had on faded blue jeans already, not fastened yet.
“Yeah, I can come. Tampa, right?” I asked. It was Saturday and I had no plans this weekend.
“Yeah, it is not hard to find. I have a roommate. I hope you don’t mind that. Also, she is a girl.” He looked up at me from tying his sneakers and must have seen a flicker of apprehension cross my face, and added, “She’s just someone I used to work with on base. Just a friend, purely platonic. I just moved in with her a couple of weeks ago until I can save up for my own place. I lived on base before that for the last six months”
“Oh,” I stated lamely when he paused.
“Yeah, she’s been a really great friend. I’ve known her forever,” he smiled looking down at me.
I smiled back. How could I not, when he looked at me like that. “That’s nice.” Again, lame, but with him leaving soon I was beginning to feel a little lost.
He looked at me puzzled, and then dropped a bomb. “I want to be honest with you, baby. I like you a lot and we could have a lot of fun together, but, Monica, don’t fall in love with me. I am not in a good place in my life. I’ve got some money issues, and I’m starting over. I don’t want to lead you on. You’re the first girl in six months that I have wanted to f*ck more than once, but don’t set your cap for me. It’s not going to happen.” His eyes searched mine.
A lump began to form in my throat, and I just nodded. I tried to hide the disappointment and met his gaze and smiled.
“I want to be honest with you, babe. I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered and gave me a peck on the lips looking at me. “Can you handle that?” He searched my face.
Again, I nodded. The lump was still there. I couldn’t speak. Last night had been amazing, this morning too. I wanted all this man had to offer, but apparently all he could offer me was mind blowing sex. Would that be enough? It would have to be enough. “Yes, I can handle that.” I replied to trying to harden my voice.