Worth the Chance

My face turned, cheek resting flush against the cold island top, he loosens his grip on my neck. I feel the strength in his hands as he slowly trails both down the sides of my spine until reaching my lower back. “Reach up, grab the other side of the counter.”

Bent at the waist, cheek pressed to the counter, I lift my hands over my head and grab the other side of the counter as instructed. Vi

The dark room is so quiet, I hear every breath he takes as his mouth comes to rest near my ear. “This dress is a tease.” His teeth sink into my earlobe, causing me to cry out from the mix of shock and pain. His tongue quickly follows his teeth, gently suckling my earlobe where his teeth just marked me.

“Did you wear it for me? To make me crazy as I watched other men run their eyes all over you?”

I want to speak, but my voice is stuck in my throat, the words coming out barely a murmur. “I wore it because I thought you’d like it.”

“I do. It’s perfect. Your tight little body has been screwing with my head all night.” His strong hands caress up and down the sides of my body. His fingers feeling every inch as they slowly move across my curves. It’s not a gentle touch, it’s impatient and rough and his grip on me makes me feel like he needs to hold me this tight or he’ll lose the remnants of his own control.

“Makes me crazy to see another man’s eyes on you,” Vi

“Everything about you just makes me…” His voice trails off as he stands, the warmth of his body missed as soon as it’s taken from me.

His hand moves to my exposed ass and caresses gently. “Are you ready for me?” His voice is gravelly. Strained. Thick.

“Yes.”

Tracing a slow path from my ass to between my legs, his fingers dip into me, making sure my response is true. “You’re so wet,” he hisses as I hear the sound of his zipper going down reverberate through the room.

I whimper as he pushes into me, my body slick but still struggling to take the width of him fully inside. Firmly seated, he settles for a moment, allowing me time to adjust. His voice is hoarse and strained when he speaks. “I want to come inside of you. Fill up that sweet little pussy that’s mine.”

Pulling out almost fully, he wraps his arm tightly underneath my bent waist and yanks my hips back to meet every forceful thrust in. Each time rubbing against that sensitive spot inside of me, then pulling away just before it can fully send me over the edge. Dangling so close is torture, yet blissful at the exact same time. The intensity of his stroke increases, bringing us both closer and closer with each rhythmic plunge in and out. A loud moan escapes as I feel my body and mind heading toward the shoreline of the ocean that waits to wash over me. Pulling almost fully out, Vi

Moments later, when our breathing finally slows and our sweaty bodies are still pressed against each other, Vi

The next morning I wake to the feeling of being watched. I’m sprawled across the bed on my stomach, the sheet tangled around my waist doing little to hide my naked ass.

I turn my head, expecting to find Vi

“Morning.” He sips his coffee, looking well settled in his chair.

“How long have you been up?” Sleep coats my voice.

“I don’t know. Maybe an hour.”

“How long have you been sitting there?”

“I don’t know. Maybe an hour.” He grins.

“You’re just sitting there?”

“I’m enjoying the view.” A dirty grin on his face, Vi

“You’ve been staring at my ass for an hour?”

“It’s a fucking great ass.” Unapologetically, he sips his coffee and shrugs.

Reaching back, I pull at the sheet that I’ve somehow wrapped around my body like an angry snake about to crush its victim.

“Don’t.” Vi

“I love seeing my hand print here.” He swats my ass hard. Murmuring, his voice changes from playful to deep – sexy and raspy. His hands gently caress my backside. “Are you sore from last night?”

“No.” I feel my face flush just thinking about last night.

“Look at me,” he orders, his voice commanding.

“Are you okay with last night?” His eyes find mine and lock me into his gaze.

“Yes.” It’s difficult to admit for some reason, but it’s the truth. I’m more than okay with last night. I never would have thought I’d like sex a bit on the rough side. But I’m finding there are a lot of things about myself I didn’t know.

Vi

“Oh my god, yes.”

Vi

After a long, hot, thoroughly enjoyable shower we both dry off in the bathroom together. I clear the fog from the mirror as Vi

“Go away with me next weekend?” His eyes find mine in the mirror

“Where?”

“I have an exhibition just outside of Washington on Saturday. Was pla

Outside of Washington, really? “I actually need to go down to Washington this week anyway. I have to do an interview. Could we leave Thursday morning so I can work Friday during the day in D.C.?” Staring into the reflection of his eyes, for a split second, I consider telling him what I need to go do. Just blurt it all out. Every day I find myself falling a little more for this complicated man. But the guilt of keeping such a personal secret clouds it, weighing heavily on my shoulders. I quickly reconsider, I can’t hurt him just to lighten my load. Especially when I’m not certain if it’s even true.

“Whatever you want. There’s always guys at the gym that will cover my classes for some extra cash.”

“Okay.”

Vi