I wasn’t much for dirty talk, but if it got him to touch me, I’d become the next best porn star.
“Soaking wet.”
“Good girl.”
His fingers slipped beneath my underwear and teased the top of my pussy. They skirted my clit which felt so swollen with need, I knew the moment any pressure touched there an orgasm would follow. Turner released my nipple and blew his cool breath across it, causing me to shake.
“Too much, Turner.” I felt like my sentences were short and clipped.
He knew I was done. Helping me remove the bit of lace that was in the way, his large fingers made contact with my sex and slipped inside me.
“Jesus, you are soaked,” he groaned in my ear.
I couldn’t say anything else. Words left me and my body was working solely on instinct and feel. He was driving me to pleasure as if he knew my body better than I knew it myself. His fingers made graceful movements back and forth over my clit. He stroked once, twice, three times, and everything went tense. My first orgasm rolled through me like a subtle crashing wave. It came over the top of me and crested, leaving me panting and breathless.
“Hmmm, that was good, but I think you have more in you,” he said, still rubbing the swollen nub.
I took a deep breath and grabbed his wrist to stop his movement. “Hmmm, maybe.”
He wanted a fun and flirtatious side of me, I’d give it to him. Deciding to be the aggressor, I put my other hand on his chest and pushed up to allow me to sit up. Flipping over, he took the same position I was just in and now Turner was on his back. I admired the Adonis like body that was laying beneath me. Others I’d been with hadn’t really taken care of themselves, not quite like he did. Every little inch of him was sculpted and manicured. He was truly a work of art. Men would kill to have his physique and women drooled over it. Tonight, it was mine, and I wanted to touch him everywhere my eyes could see.
“You tortured me a little bit, do you realize this?” I asked, a devilish gleam on my face.
“I might.”
“It wasn’t very nice, Doctor Brooks.”
“I never claimed to be nice.”
“I can see that.”
He quirked his brow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
I licked my lips. “I guess you’ll just have to wait until I show you exactly how ‘nice’ you were to me.”
Taking my pointer finger, I dragged my nail down the middle of his chest, past his belly button, and to the band of his underwear. Opening my palm, I skimmed it over his erection that was so stiff, I don’t know how it didn’t hurt him to be trapped like that. Too bad I wasn’t willing to free it yet. I did the very thing he did to me. I let my fingers wander around the edges of his throbbing cock and down the inside of his thighs. I saw his dick jump from needing to be touched and being neglected. Several rounds of my teasing and he was getting frustrated. A low growl came from his throat.
“Annabelle, you’re testing my resolve.”
I nipped at his bare nipple. “Yeah? What are you going to do about it?”
In less than a second I was flat on my back again, and Turner taken his place on top of me. He took his briefs off and reached for the condom on the night stand.
I smirked. “Want me to do it?”
“No.” I could hear the impatience in this voice.
I wasn’t offended in the least. I knew why he sounded the way that he did, and I didn’t think I had the patience to do the work myself. As he rolled the rubber down his shaft, I looked him over when he got fully naked. His dick was certainly bigger than expected, but the girth was something I briefly wondered if it would hurt. All thoughts disappeared when Turner held his cock in his hand, and was at my entrance. I knew this wasn’t going to take very long for me. My skin was on fire, and he looked like he was ready to take on Mount Everest with that determination.
“Let me know if I hurt you.”
I nodded.
Pushing the head in, I closed my eyes and let myself feel every inch and he slowly sank inside me. It was a tantalizing pleasure that I didn’t want to end, but needed so much more of. When he was seated fully inside, Turner grabbed my hips and lifted them so my butt was no longer on the bed. It allowed for deeper penetration, and his cock rubbed against something inside of me I’d never felt before. A moan tore from my throat.
“You good?”
I opened my eyes and saw the feral look in his. “Yes.”
“Good, cause I’m about to open it up.”
What was he talking about? And then I knew. His slow and steady became a more rhythmic pace that had my body soaring. The tip of his cock was sliding over my G-spot and something huge was forming in my lower stomach. The faster he went the more my breasts bounced, and he watched everything. He was getting off on seeing them move, and my face as it morphed into insatiable pleasure. I needed to come, and I felt like I was standing at the top of a hill with a boulder needing to push it over the edge, but I wasn’t quite there yet.
My nails dug into Turners thighs, and sweat glistened across his chest. I knew what I wanted. “Harder.” I demanded.
A groan bubbled out of him. He was holding back his own pleasure, waiting for me to finish with my own. “Yes, ma’am.”
Turner slammed into me, pushing my head back further on the bed. That’s exactly what I’d been waiting for.
“Oh my God, yes.”
“Now, Annabelle.”
An orgasm so intense washed through me and my body felt electrified. I said words that were incoherent to even me, and Turner came forward on his hands, unable to stay on his knees like he had been. I felt him push in as far as he could go and as my orgasm pulsed, his hit him. He said my name into my hair, and his thighs tensed. Turner exhaled loudly, and breathed deep. Wrapping my arms around his wide back. I smoothed the sweat, and comforted his overworked muscles.
“You okay?” He mumbled, clearly too weak to move just yet. It made me smile.
“I’m more than okay.”
He grunted, and I Iaughed.
“Woman, no,” he scolded.
“What?”
“You squeeze when you laugh like that. I can’t handle it.”
Oh. I wanted to giggle over the sheer silliness that he felt that sensitive, but honestly if he started to move, I’d probably roll into another small orgasm. We stayed quiet for a while, listening to each other breathe, and taking in what we’d just done. My eyes were heavy. Eventually, he rolled off of me, and he stood walking to the bathroom. The light illuminated the room, and I watched as he took the used condom off and tossed it in the trash. When he came back to the bed, he lay down beside me and pulled me into him. I was never one for cuddling, but this was nice. I felt safe here. It was a good spot.
“Thank you for sharing things with me today. I know it wasn’t easy, but I needed you to let me in, Annabelle.”
He was right. I did. There was no judgement when I told him about the baby and my parents, just an open mind and understanding.
“You’re welcome.”
“Close your eyes, sweet girl. I know you’re exhausted.”
I sank further into him, his arm resting on my hip and my head on his chest. “Hmmmm, I am.”
As I let sleep take me, I told myself, this night was going to go down as one of the best nights of my life. Happiness consumed me, and I was feeling untouchable. No fear. This was how one should live.
I WOKE UP THE NEXT MORNING in Turner Brook’s bed. If that wasn’t an aphrodisiac all on its own I didn’t know what was. A man that so many women desired, I brought to his knees. Last night was incredible. Plus, I don’t think I’d slept so well in years. Not because this bed was particularly comfortable, but because Turner used my body and made me feel things I’d never felt before.
He wasn’t in bed with me when I blinked my eyes open and stretched my arms above my head. I was deliciously sore. Wonder where he was. My nose picked up on the scent of coffee just as the thought crossed my mind. Kitchen, he was in the kitchen. Sitting up, I looked around the room. In the light of day, things appeared a little different. Okay, maybe not really since I hadn’t actually spent much time checking out the room before Turner was on me demanding nakedness. I was currently lying in a king size bed that had a dark gray duvet covering my bare body. This space was a little more industrial than the living space. A wooden dresser was against the wall opposite the bed, and it had a particular hardware on the front for handles. There wasn’t really a finish to it, it was simple and masculine. The floors were a dark gloss, but not exactly black tile. The floor to ceiling windows opened the space and looked out over part of Athens, and part of a popular park that sat in the middle of the city. The view was stunning. I’m sure he paid high dollar for a place like this. I wondered if he rented or owned.