Page 7 of Never Till Now

“I’d say you’re decent.” She shrugs with a smirk. “Was that your go-to best move, Charmer?” Her thumb and index grip my chin, tilting it to connect our lips.

I sit us on the chaise as she starts to ride me. My eyes close as my head falls back, begging myself to hold off as long as possible. Her hand grips my hair pulling my face between her tits. I reach up to squeeze her full breasts before my teeth take a nipple between them. Moaning, she grinds into me harder. Her hand takes mine, bringing it up to her throat while her other hand travels south to circle her bundle of nerves.

What a fucking show. This woman’s confidence in knowing what she wants is more than any past woman I’ve fucked.

“I’m coming,” she whimpers and I tighten my grip on her throat.

I keep my hand in place and guide her to lie down while keeping my dick still inside. Her arms lift to wrap around me, but I shove them above her head, needing dominance. I lean down and devour a spot behind her ear. She sucks in air so strong I swear she’s about to come from it. I make each thrust count as I grind my pelvis against her clit and feel her start to tighten around me again.

She’s intoxicating.

I don’t want to stop.

Every moan, breathless whimper, and “Oh god, Charmer.” I want them recorded to memory and played on repeat. Euphoria travels down my spine and I can’t hold off any longer. I let myself go as she cries out, throwing her head back. My lips meet her exposed neck wanting to taste her a little longer. I rest my forearms at the side of her head to catch my own breath. I’ve never cared to put this much effort into a hookup before, but damn, she possessed me.

Her palms rest against my chest, pushing me up. Her lean frame sits up as she inhales. “No wonder your lobby friend didn’t want to leave a couple months back.” A soft laugh cuts through the room.

Sex wasn’t what Miranda was after, nor were our hookups ever as intense as this was. I shake my head and pick up my shorts as I make my way to the kitchen for a glass of water. “Now, can you at least tell me your name?”

Her teeth toy with her bottom lip as she gets dressed. “As long as you promise not to ask for anything more.”

Well, that’s a first from a woman’s mouth.

“I promise. I don’t need anything more.” I smirk, reaching for my shirt.

“I don’t want anything more than what just happened.”

What the hell happened to make her not want more?

“Blondie, Shirley Temple?”

“It’s Lauren.” A Cheshire smile widens across her prominent cheekbones.

“Well, Lauren, thank you for tonight.” I wait for her response to ask for my name.

“Thank you.” Her eyebrows rise in surprise. “I didn’t have to give out one preference pointer.”

“I wouldn’t take offense if you did.” I shrug.

I am well aware every woman’s body is slightly different, but her confidence was hypnotizing to watch. So, why the mystery?

Her eyes linger on the panorama floor-to-ceiling windows over the city. “I mean, against the window would have been quite a thrill.” She nods toward the chaise lounge chair, giving me a side-eye. “Taking you in my mouth upside down on that chair would have been fun too. But I don’t do relationships.”

As my gaze heats at the thought, she gets up and makes her way to the door. I test the water to see how uncommitted she really is. “Why? Having a partner to make memories with and endless sex sounds like it would be enjoyable.”

Her laugh is boastful as it echoes in my entryway. She slips her shoes on and shakes her head. “That is why we wouldn’t work. Fun yes, but getting attached beyond orgasms is not worth it.” She walks out the door. “Thank you for tonight, Charmer. But I’m not what you’re looking for long term.” Her finger lights up the elevator button as I feel my willpower siphoned.

Damn, and I thought that my view was harsh.

“I’m wrong again,” I speak louder than needed. Her attention is back on me. “I called your bluff. Most women say they’re fine with friends with benefits. Until they think they can change me.”

She ignores the open elevator doors, giving me her full attention.

“Yet, you were turning me down.”

“I don’t want to be your friend. Guys can get attached, and I have valid reasons for not wanting anything but an orgasm.”

“I don’t need you, but I might need your body again,” I reply honestly.