Free The Affair: Week 2 by Beth Kery Page B

rise off him. He still felt very firm as he withdrew. The ensuing empty ache she experienced was highly unpleasant to her. She sat perched on his thighs, bracing herself on his shoulders, listening to him rustling in the darkness. Then his hands were on her hips again, guiding her toward him. She started when she felt the tip of his cock nudge her pussy.
    “Again?” she whispered, amazed.
    “I changed the condom. Is it all right?”
    “Yes.”
    “I wasn’t finished being inside you.”
    “No. I wasn’t finished having you there,” she said with a small laugh.
    She winced at first as he entered her, still tender from their first time. From him, in general. It wasn’t like being with Colin.
    She settled in his lap again, his cock lodged deep inside her, and sighed in relief. Bliss. “
Yes
,” she repeated breathlessly, her arms going around his neck, her breasts pressing to his chest. She contracted her muscles around him and he gave a rough groan, pulling her even tighter against him. Now that he was inside her again, it felt wonderful. The crisp hair on his hard chest felt so good against her swollen nipples. One of his hands swept along her sensitive sides and settled on the side of her breast. He cupped her, and for a minute, didn’t move. His hand felt warm surrounding her, delicious. Possessive.
    He began to mold the flesh softly to his palm, his fingertips brushing across the nipple. She sighed, and he jerked inside her, the moment sublime.
    They stayed like that for as long as they could, stroking each other. He occasionally uttered rough praise into her ear as he touched her. He said she was beautiful again and again, and she felt it, there, in his arms. As time wore on, and he began to move her on his again-rigid cock, the anthem he whispered heatedly became more terse and dark and raw. It was no less beautiful to her, though, and exponentially more thrilling.
    * * *
    Emma still felt dazed and shaky and euphoric by the time he approached the Breakers’ driveway at 2:45 a.m. It’d been the most incredible night of her life. Everything
felt different, as if she’d been opened up to another world, had finally gained admission to that coveted, forbidden, dangerous place called passion. Everything
looked
different, too, the starlit, dark blue dome of the night sky miraculous. This world sparkled and shone, and seemed to throb with life. Her bare skin tingled with new awareness. Even the ache between her thighs was pleasant to her, a reminder of what had happened on that beach in his arms.
    She’d recall the purely physical reasons for the affair later, but not now.
    He grabbed her hand once he’d gotten the little car up to the zooming speed that he wanted, his gaze focused on the road. She’d held it back fast, stealing glances at his profile, halfway amused by her inability to control her amorous behavior, halfway uncaring. How many nights like this happened in a girl’s life, anyway? Certainly only one in Emma’s so far.
    He had to release her hand as he downshifted when they reached the Breakers. Sadness spiked through her intoxicated state at the idea of returning. She’d rather spend the night with him in his arms.
    She looked over at him after he’d pulled the sports car into the garage and parked with almost mechanical precision.
    He turned to her. It was the first time in hours that she’d looked him full in the face in the light. His solemn male beauty struck her anew. She resisted a strong urge to touch his jaw . . . sink her fingers into his thick hair. The realization that she still felt uncertain around him given her agreement to a purely sexual affair and what had just occurred on the beach sobered her.
    “Can you stay?” he asked simply.
    She was glad she’d crashed to earth before he said it, or else she’d undoubtedly have agreed. His allure was alarmingly potent.
    “No. It wouldn’t be right. Not only because Amanda would worry, but because of work. It’s already wrong