However, heaven lay in his arms, and he couldn’t give that up so easily. For the past year he’d wanted nothing more than to be with her, to hold her and taste her. Richard knew he could make it good for her.
Instead of pulling out and leaving her alone he leaned down and kissed her on the shoulder, then the neck and all the way up to her lips.
“Thank you,” he whispered and made love to her.
No f**king was necessary. He wanted the slow seduction. To have Scarlet thinking of nothing else but him. He was a selfish bastard, but it’s what he desired most in life. The pain soon changed to pleasure. Her body moved of its own accord underneath him. He took everything she had to offer and gave her more.
His shaft not fully inside her, he teased her cl*t with his fingers, awakening her lust for him once more. Their lips never ceased kissing, and when she began to quiver with her impending orgasm he drove his h*ps forward and thrust all of his c**k inside her sweet, tight pu**y.
They both moaned but didn’t disconnect from the torture of their kiss. It was the best kind of intimacy he’d ever known. Her nails ran down his back, scoring the skin. Slowly, he took her deeper with each plunge inside her body. The beautiful curve of her belly pressed against his pubic bone, and he found himself getting harder still. Scarlet was a full and glorious woman. His hands moved to her waist and settled on her hips, driving his c**k inside her.
Richard panted as he felt his balls draw up and his se**n ready to shoot. He wanted to feel her second orgasm before he hurtled over the edge.
He lifted up and placed a pillow under her h*ps creating a delicious angle. Her pu**y and cl*t were on display. He licked a finger and pressed it against her clit. Her cum already supplied enough lubrication, but with Scarlet he wanted to be careful.
In seconds her cl**ax was screaming out of her.
“Fucking hell,” he said when her cunt got tighter with the spasms of her release. He found the headboard, held on, and f**ked her hard and fast. Their cries mingled, and as her release began to ebb away his built until he f**ked inside her one final time and cried out. His muscles bulged when his hands tightened on the bars.
Never before had he had a release that left him light-headed. The pleasure was immense almost to the point of unbearable. He felt like he’d died and gone straight to heaven. Richard collapsed on top of her, and his face went to the curve of her neck. He inhaled her delicious fragrance and knew he’d finally come home.
“That was amazing,” he said when he lifted up.
Scarlet had fallen asleep. Richard stayed gazing down at her, his heart beating in his chest. Her eyes were closed, and her lips swollen from his kisses.
“What should I do with you? What if Wayne is right? It would explain all the gifts. I think if I wasn’t such a heartless bastard, I could quite easily fall in love with you, Scarlet Hughes.” He laid a kiss against her lips and pulled out of her body. The condom was filled with his se**n.
He’d hoped the condom would split and, he’d have a bigger connection binding them together. He shook his head at the stupid avenue his head was going down. Men didn’t go out to force babies onto women to stay with them. Women, blackmailing women, did that. He dispensed with the condom and went back to bed. She’d already fallen asleep, so he wouldn’t have to deal with her getting up and leaving to go back to her own bed. For once he wanted her in his arms. The other nights he knew he’d be yearning for her.
He got inside and moulded his body around her. In no time at all she rolled over and snuggled against him. Her heat and warmth were welcome inside his cold heart.
At some point throughout the night he woke, needing her again. He rose above her, and kissing her awake he drove inside and sated himself. Loving her body was becoming another addiction to him. As he fell asleep the second time, he thought about the wetness on his cock. Strange, considering he’d been wearing a condom.
Chapter Six
Scarlet woke the following morning, surprised to see Richard still in bed with her. Her body was sore all over from his endless loving, and she pulled out of his arms. There was a point throughout the night where he’d lain above her, driving into her body and staring into her eyes, she’d lost herself.
The contract was all but forgotten as he made love to her. The f**king she could handle, the impersonal use of her body – but the loving. She tried to force all of her emotions out of the equation.
She did her morning routine and ran herself a second bath. She chuckled when she thought this was her first time. The first time she’d been with a man and found pleasure in the union. Richard had given her lots of orgasms the night before. How would he react if she told him he’d given her the first one?
Would he turn from her in shame, or be macho and play it up for all its worth?
“Hey, you.”
Scarlet turned and yelped. Richard stood na**d in the doorway staring at her.
“Get out,” she shrieked and searched for something to hide her na**d body. Being na**d in front of him at night was completely different from during the day. “You can’t see me like this.”
“Naked? Baby, I spent the better part of last night against this hot body.” He pulled her hands away and kissed her on the head. “Not to mention inside you.” Richard picked her up causing her to cry out. She noticed he stared down at her pu**y.
“What’s the matter?” she asked.
“N-nothing,” he said.
“What do you mean? You keep staring at it.”
“You’ve got a pretty one is all.” Before she could look down at what he’d been staring at he placed her in the warm bath and got in behind her.
“Hey, this was supposed to be for me,” she said.
“So what? Consider it an act of saving the environment,” he said.
“Please. You don’t care about the environment.”
“Yes, I do. I want to take care of this planet. At least to guarantee there’ll still be a place for when my kids grow old.”
He soaped her body, and Scarlet felt him pay particular attention to her pu**y. She frowned as he washed his hands and began to massage his fingers inside her.
“Seriously, you want to do this now?” she asked.
“Of course not.” He pulled out and handed her the soap. “Your turn to wash me.”
“So you’re thinking of having kids?”
“It’s the expected thing to do,” he said.
“You don’t want them because you love someone?” she asked.
He scoffed. “Love can be overrated.”