Page 14 of Grumpy Spring Sunshine
Part of me knew I shouldn’t have given in so easily, and that was true. I knew that. My mind was yelling at myself for that.
But there was also another part that was begging for another time. To try to erase the fact that this was a one-night stand.
He wanted it, he said he was wrong, I can forgive whoever the hell I want. Then I can screw them senseless.
And that was my plan the moment he parked his bike.
I hopped off and ran into his home, not caring that it was his, and I had no idea where I was going.
I tossed my shirt as I raced up the stairs and then figured out which room was his. He followed my example, tossing his own clothing, so when he walked through the doorway, he was in nothing more than his boxers.
And waiting one more moment to feel his lips on mine was not going to happen.
I jumped him, literally. My arms and legs were around him and my mouth was on his. His hands cupped my ass and hemoaned, and let me tell you, I felt that down to the very center of my soul.
He walked me over to the bed, dumping me on it. And while I do love bottom, I didn’t want that. I wanted to control him, show him why it was wrong to leave me the way he did.
I sat back up, grabbing him, only to toss him on the bed, making him laugh.
“Anyone ever say you can be rough when the time calls for it?”
“Sure. And I don’t mind. But I’m going to show you why leaving was wrong. I’m going to show you that a quick ride in the morning is the best damn way to start the day.”
His head fell back and he groaned, his hands moving up and down my sides, as if he wasn’t sure what to touch or what to do. Which was so perfect for me.
I captured his lips once more as I sat on his stomach, letting him feel my heat.
“God, you are perfect,” he grumbled, lifting me up so that I was straddling his cock. This didn’t bother me at all either.
But he wasn’t going to direct me. So, I turned my back to him, grabbed his hard dick, and then slowly slid down on him, making him groan.
And hell, my head was spinning. He felt so damn good, it wasn’t even funny. I knew I wanted more and more of this, and I could see why he left, but he was scaring me too.
I didn’t trust myself with relationships, but sex, that wasn’t a relationship, right?
I could keep this causal; I could keep this safe.
Yeah, who the fuck was I kidding?
That wasn’t going to happen, so I had to be careful and mindful.
I leaned forward as I slowly started rotating my hips.
His hands ran over my thighs, then my hips, and finally up my back, where they cupped my shoulders and pushed me further down.
I leaned my head back, crying out at how deeply he was filling me. How he was hitting things in me I hadn’t felt before.
“Shit, you’re soaking me, baby.”
“Damn right. You’re hitting places I didn’t even know where.”
“I aim to please.”
I chuckled, which turned into a moan as he pushed up. The playful side was nice, but I needed my world rocked again.
I needed what only he could give me it seemed. And honestly, I think I was okay with that too.
I groaned as I moved faster, leaning forward now, rotating my hips around and around, grinding down harder. His moans turned into cuss words, which turned into filthy words. And damn it all to hell, he had my pussy so wet with need.
