Love, Lies and Power

CHAPTER 5

A night Stand 💕

Sandra's POV

As he kissed me, a thrill I had never felt before trembled through me. My tongue brushed his ear, and my eyes closed, savoring the warmth of his skin. His left hand cupped my breast, firm and insistent, and squeezed. I gasped, a soft moan escaping me. His other hand slid from my waist to cradle my hip. Desire roared in my veins.

I leaned into him, wrapping my arms around his neck. His breath was ragged as our lips met again. The world narrowed to the curve of his mouth, the press of his chest against mine. Suddenly, a bottle crashed onto the floor. The sound snapped me awake, but I did not pull away. Instead, I let the noise make me bolder. I kissed him harder. He tangled his fingers in my hair and deepened the kiss.

I felt him stir beneath me. My hips curved forward, brushing him through our clothes. I moved slowly at first, savoring the swell of excitement between my thighs. He responded, growing firmer with every gentle grind. Heat pooled in my belly as I increased my pace, rubbing against him until every nerve in my body lit up.

He shifted, his lips trailing kisses along my neck and down to my chest. His mouth found one breast, and he slipped out my bra to capture my n****e in a tender kiss. I moaned again, arching into him. “Your skin is so soft,” he murmured. “Yes,” I whispered, breathless.

We were still fully dressed, but our bodies worked against each other as though nothing separated us. His shirt fell away under my fingers. I followed, lifting his arms and pulling the fabric off. His broad shoulders and sculpted torso left me breathless. I glanced down and saw the outline of his hardness against his trousers. My pulse raced.

I knelt between his legs and tugged at his waist. He kicked off his pants and boxers, revealing him completely. My eyes widened. He was larger than I had imagined. My mouth watered. I bent forward, lips brushing him, but I choked on my courage and pulled back. He laughed softly, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “Let’s save that for later,” he said, his voice husky with desire.

Before I could protest, he swept me into his arms. He carried me to the floor, laying me gently on a plush rug. My back hit the soft fibers, and I winced, startled by its firmness. He knelt between my legs, lifting my bra off my shoulders and letting it fall. I lay bare before him, skin tingling.

He kissed the curve of my breast, trailing down to my stomach. I gasped when his tongue teased my navel. A shiver ran through me. Then he positioned himself on my thigh, lips at the edge of my red pants. He tore them off in one swift motion. My legs spread, and his mouth descended.

Warm, wet kisses traced the outer fold of me. My hips lifted, urging him closer. His tongue flicked inside. I cried out, arching my back. Every stroke of his tongue sent waves of pleasure roaring through my core. I gripped the rug, clutching its fibers as sensation built like lightning.

Just as I thought I might shatter from need, he stopped. I whimpered, heart pounding. He rose and positioned himself at the entrance to me. My eyes fluttered closed as he entered in one long, deep thrust. I gasped, surprise mingling with pleasure. He filled me completely before pausing to make sure I was all right.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” he whispered. I nodded, unable to form words. My head swam as he began to move. At first, his thrusts were slow and steady. I moaned, matching his rhythm with a soft rise and fall of my hips. The friction was exquisite.

His hands found my hips, guiding me. Then he sped up, every movement precise and strong. The pressure built inside me. I cried out louder, leaning into him. Faster and faster he went, his body thunderous against mine. My world narrowed to the space between us, the slick heat of his rod driving me wild.

“Faster,” I gasped, my voice trembling with urgency. His thrusts accelerated. I clutched his shoulders, nails grazing his skin. “Harder,” I breathed. He complied, every motion a symphony of desire. Bells rang behind my eyes. I could feel my release gathering, fierce and bright.

He lifted my hips higher, angling himself deeper. I saw stars explode behind my closed lids. His lips found my breast and pinched my n****e, sharp pleasure lancing through me. “Look at me,” he commanded. I opened my eyes to his intense gaze. His handsome face, lit by the dim light, was everything to me. He was lost at the moment, too close to break the spell.

“Oh god,” he moaned, and I felt his muscles tighten. He moved with renewed power, each thrust driving me toward the edge. “You’re so good,” he exclaimed between ragged breaths. My legs wrapped around him, pulling him deeper still.

Then everything broke. Pleasure crashed over me in a white-hot wave. I screamed, the sound raw and unguarded. My world tilted as I came, muscles trembling, heart pounding. He continued, every stroke pushing me higher, until I thought I might float away.

I felt him shudder above me, his own release rushing in. Warmth spilled inside me, anchoring me to the moment. With a final, deep thrust, he collapsed beside me. We lay together, breathless, limbs entwined.

I turned to him, chest heaving, hair fanned around my face. He wrapped an arm around me, pulling me close. His skin was warm against mine. I nuzzled into his chest, eyes heavy with contentment.

He brushed my nose with his finger, a soft smile on his lips. “You are naughtier than you look,” he whispered. I giggled, too tired to speak.

We remained there until the first light of morning, bodies intertwined, hearts beating in unison. It was the best night of my life.