Page 55 of Passion and Privilege

His fingers pushed deeper. It sent a shockwave through me as I arched against him, my breath hitching. My hips met his hand, desperate for more of him, for all of him.

“Timothy.”

When I said his name, it seemed to drive him wild. He tugged at my shorts and panties impatiently until they were pooled on the floor. In the dim light of the kitchen, Timothy took his time drinking in the sight of me, stripped bare and open for him.

He worshiped me with his eyes. I wanted to do the same. I reached for his shirt and jerked it up. He stepped away and jerked it over his head before stripping out of his jeans. I stared at him in the black briefs. The massive bulge made my mouth water.

“Timothy,” I whispered again, my voice husky with want. My fingers reached for him eagerly, tracing the outline of him through the fabric of his briefs. He groaned at the touch, watching me intently as I explored him. The sight of him, large, hard, and straining against his briefs, was intoxicating. It ignited a desire deep within me, a hunger I never knew existed.

I tugged at the waistband of his briefs until he pushed them down and stepped out of them, standing before me in all his naked glory. My gaze traveled over every inch of him, from his muscular chest to his defined abs, to the dusting of hair that trailed down his stomach and led me to the most intimate part of him. He was hard and ready, just for me. My hand reached out to touch him, my fingers wrapping around his length delicately. He shuddered, a low growl escaping his lips.

Taking a step closer, he positioned himself between my legs, our bodies only inches apart. His hands returned to my waist, pulling me closer until I could feel the heat radiating from him. One hand grasped the back of my neck as he leaned in, capturing my lips in a passionate kiss. His other hand found its way between my thighs, his fingers once again exploring my wet folds. I whimpered against his mouth, pushing my hips against his hand in anticipation. The sensation made stars burst behind my eyelids as I gripped him tighter.

“You’re sure?” he asked, his voice filled with restrained desire.

“Hell, yes,” I muttered breathlessly between kisses.

He suddenly lifted me, dropping my bare ass on the smooth, cold counter. I opened my legs in invitation. He stepped between them, one hand on my hip and the other going to the back of my head. I grabbed his cock and guided him to my entrance.

He groaned deeply as the tip of him brushed my slick entrance. His fingers tightened on my hip as he pushed inside me with a low growl. The feeling was exquisite as he filled me, stretched me. My nails dug into his back and I arched off the counter in response.

“Oh, damn.” I breathed out, mouth open in pleasure. He didn’t start moving right away. Instead he let me adjust to his girth.

“Timothy,” I whimpered, pulling at his hair to bring his lips down to mine.

He complied immediately, his tongue invading my mouth as he started to move within me. My insides coiled around him, the pleasure building with every thrust.

He grunted as he quickened his pace, my ass sliding back a few inches with the force of his movements. I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him deeper and holding on tight. He changed his angle, finding a spot that had me gasping and clawing at his back.

I cried out as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. Each thrust pushed me higher until I was teetering on the brink.

“Let go.” His voice was hoarse and thick with desire. His words were all I needed.

White-hot pleasure ripped through me, originating from where our bodies were joined together and spreading through every nerve ending in my body. The world tilted, stars exploded behind my closed eyelids, and all I could do was cry out his name as ecstasy rocked my body.

He gave a final thrust, his body stiffening. His cry of release mixed with mine. Timothy collapsed against me, burying his face in the crook of my neck. Our heavy breaths filled the silence as our bodies trembled from the aftermath of our passionate encounter.

We stayed that way for what felt like an eternity. Then suddenly, he stepped away. I watched through a haze as he jerked on his underwear and jeans. He snatched his shirt and grabbed his drink from the kitchen counter. “Goodnight,” he murmured without looking me in the eyes.

He rushed out of the kitchen a second later. I stared after him, wondering what in the hell just happened. How had we gone from what I was going to call the most passionate, amazing sexual experience of my life to being abandoned naked on the counter?

“Holy shit,” I breathed.

I hopped off the counter and started to dress. I was pretty sure I had just made a huge mistake. I gave into the passion. But why? Why did I feel like it was a mistake?

Rummaging through my scattered clothing on the floor, I pulled my top over my head and jerked it down. I forgot all about making a cup of tea. I left everything as it was and rushed upstairs to my room. I flopped into bed and stared up at the ceiling.

I knew I should have some regrets, but I didn’t. Not really. That had been amazing. Maybe he was freaked out because it happened. Or maybe he was drunk and realized he had sex with a lowly carpenter.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Timothy

THE MORNING SUN WOKE me up in the rudest way possible. I reached for a pillow and covered my face to block out the sunlight. There was a dull throb in my head, the lingering aftermath of last night’s scotch-induced haze. After the incident in the kitchen, which was what I was calling it, I finished off the bottle.

My stomach turned with another sharp pain slicing through my brain. I groaned and forced myself to sit up, fingers pinching the bridge of my nose to suppress the oncoming migraine. The smell of scotch hung heavy on my breath, reminding me of last night’s transgressions.

My tongue felt like I’d been sucking on cotton balls. My eyes felt like they were swollen shut. “Fuck me,” I groaned.