He wanted Scarlet, and because of his desire for her, not love, he would never subject her to the maliciousness of his society. She deserved much better from him.
“I bought us a movie to watch.”
“Not some action movie I hope.” She chuckled.
“No. A love story. I think you’ll like it.” He led her back through to his sitting room and placed her on the sofa. Richard filled pots with snacks and put the television on. The movie started, and he coaxed her to lean up against him.
He sighed, so happy to have her close to him. Never had he watched a movie with a woman who enjoyed snacks and the relaxation. Usually they wanted to go and shop and spend money.
Her hand reached out and took some of the cheesy snacks he’d brought. The story was a sweet one, a tender romantic love that built over time. The love wasn’t instant, and the guy a complete jerk but gradually he came to realise he always loved the heroine. Part way through Richard intertwined his fingers with Scarlet’s and placed a hand on her waist. When the sex scene occurred between the lovers on screen he tensed up. Scarlet stayed the same, but her breathing came out in small pants and a slight moan escaped her lips. Richard stared down and saw her looking at him.
He didn’t know what to do. First, he didn’t want to spoil their time together watching the movie, and second he didn’t want her thinking all he wanted was sex.
Instead of making a decision he waited for her to make the first move. The movie was forgotten as they gazed into each others’ eyes. He wondered if she could see into his heart. Detect any of his emotions he felt for her. She still wore the dressing gown whereas he wore clothes.
“What do you want?” she asked.
“Nothing you’re not prepared to give,” he said straight away.
She stared back at the screen; another scene had started. The sex was already done and finished. He’d be happy either way. Whether she decided to continue watching the film or change and make love, as long as she stayed in his arms, he’d be happy.
Scarlet got up on her knees and moved over him to place one of either side of him, so she straddled his lap. He kept his hands at her waist but didn’t do anything. What was about to happen would be because she wanted it.
As soon as she got on his lap she stared at him, and her eyes glazed with an edge of panic.
“What’s the matter, baby?” he asked.
“I don’t know what to do,” she admitted.
He cupped her face and kissed her on the lips. “Do whatever you want to do. Don’t force anything.”
Scarlet nodded and kissed him back. Her fingers sank into his hair, and she moaned as she explored his lips, her tongue tracing over his bottom lip before she tentatively glided inside his mouth. Everything happened because she wanted it to happen. Her hands moved away from his hair and down to the buttons on his white shirt. Her small fingers undid each button in turn. By the time her small, chilled hands opened the shirt and she touched his na**d torso and chest, Richard was already on fire for more.
How he managed to keep hold of his wits was beyond him.
She undid the sash of her gown and pulled it off her body. She sat over him completely naked. He gasped when she pressed her full tits against his chest and hugged him to her body.
They stayed like that for a while until he couldn’t resist and began to touch the curve of her back, following the line down to cup her generous ass.
“Make love to me, Richard,” she whispered in his ear.
He didn’t need asking twice. He took her to the rug on the floor. The softness would be gentle against her back. Even though he wanted to f**k her hard and fast, he’d make sure he was gentle. The trousers were gone in seconds, and he didn’t wear underwear when he stayed at the penthouse.
A condom was pulled from the pocket, and he quickly pulled it on his hard shaft. His hand teased open the molten folds of her pu**y, and he tested her cunt to make sure she was ready for him. Scarlet was dripping wet and ready for him. Richard tried to contain his appreciation, but he couldn’t.
“You’re always so f**king wet for me,” he said.
“I want you so much.”
“I’m going to give you everything. Are you sure you aren’t still sore?” he asked. Richard didn’t want to hurt her, but the need to ram his c**k so deep inside her cunt was strong within him.
“Please. I want you,” she said.
He placed his c**k at her entrance and gazing down into her amazing, soul-searing eyes he pressed every bit of himself inside her body. Her eyes widened, and he pulled her legs back to get deeper until he was seated at the hilt inside her. Her pu**y squeezed along every inch of his shaft, making him moan. His body shook from the intense pleasure.
“I’m in, sweetheart. You’re so warm and tight.” He kissed her before he pulled all of the way out of her body and watched as his glistening, covered c**k sank back inside her.
He’d give anything to be bare inside her. The thoughts were running riot inside his head, telling him to ignore her wishes and take her again and again until she couldn’t move for being filled by him.
What the hell was he thinking? A baby she didn’t need. He’d promised himself he wouldn’t be a selfish bastard with her.
You’ve already come inside her body once. What does it matter if you do it again? Think about it, Richard. Scarlet, swollen with your baby.
He pushed the words and images out of his head. Life wasn’t that simple. People expected things of him. Parents, society, work. They all mattered, and his responsibility was to them.
Richard made love to her, slowly. Savouring each delightful pull of her body as he moved within her.
He took her hand and licked her fingers, bringing her hands between them and showed her how to bring herself pleasure. Even with him thrusting inside her, she blushed, and her movements began jerkily. Eventually he showed her how to work her body to the best advantage.
“That’s it, baby. Finger that clit, and bring yourself off. I want to feel you come around me,” he said.
Scarlet cried out, and her cunt tightened around his dick. So tight, and he imagined her dripping wet. The condom covered the wet heat. Only when she lay supine beneath him did he f**k her hard and fast. His hands were on her full hips, and his fingers sank into the flesh as he thrust deep. Richard didn’t want to leave. He wanted to brand her as his own, to mark every inch of flesh as Richard Shaw’s woman.
“Please, it’s too much,” she said, her fingers sinking into the flesh of his arms.