Covet by Alison Ryan Page B

originally started as fucking had turned into an entire night of lovemaking around his office and then an entire weekend in his mansion by the water. Hours of pleasure, of sweat, of confessions. Every position they could arrive in, every fantasy they’d ever had they replayed on one another, pausing only to sleep and occasionally eat.
    He’d gone down on her as she sat in the leather chair behind his desk for an hour, eating her with such relish, the taste of her something that couldn’t be described, and one he could never tire of. She begged him to keep going until more than an hour had gone by and they were both covered in sweat as they collapsed on the plush carpeting of his office.
    After midnight they made love in the traditional way, in his bed, her riding him for a long while as he watched her luscious body move up and down on a cock that never seemed to get tired of her. He had resisted finishing in her again that day, wanting only to enjoy her and watch her get enjoyment from him.
    They slept a few hours, him waking to fuck her again, hard and aggressively, as she cried out with pleasure, begging him to come inside of her again.
    “I need to feel it,” she said. “I need to have you deep inside me all of the time.”
    He had kissed her passionately, “Not yet. We have all weekend. Some things are better when you wait. Just enjoy this.”
    She’d gotten on all fours for him while he plowed her from behind, the sensation of it and the view of her perfect, plump ass almost making him finish sooner than he wanted. She writhed on the Egyptian cotton sheets of his bed, crying from ecstasy, turning over after her orgasm and pulling him on top of her.
    “Barrett,” she whispered. “Is this a dream? Is this really happening?”
    He smiled. Curiously, she sounded so innocent then, like the 19-year-old Scarlet that he’d first loved so long ago. He kissed her neck and worked his way down to her amazing breasts, the nipples as hard as ever. He sucked them and she groaned. With his hand he slipped a finger inside of her, his thumb on her clit, gently massaging it until she came. As soon as she was there he kissed her- hard.
    “Seems like it’s happening to me,” he said. “Though as fantastic as you feel, it does seem dreamlike.”
    They made love again, this time while looking into one another’s eyes for a good half hour, pausing momentarily when their lunch was delivered by the concierge service Barrett had called that morning.
    They put on robes and ate out on the rooftop deck, looking over at a view of the coast. He was famished but he couldn’t help but think about what he wanted to do to Scarlet next as he ate his Kobe beef short ribs. She sat across from him, cutting into salmon, her legs tucked under her. Part of her robe had slipped down her shoulder, revealing her collar bone. Barrett became hard underneath his own robe, just looking at even a glimpse of her golden skin.
    “You know I’m going to fuck you right here after we eat,” he said matter-of-factly, biting into his red skinned potatoes. “I want this whole state to hear you scream my name.”
    “I would expect nothing less from you,” she replied, a cheeky grin appearing on her face. “As long as you make me come, I’ll scream your name from every damn rooftop in the world.”
    “I’m holding you to that,” he said. He imagined taking her from behind on top of the St Regis in New York City. Going down on her at the Mandarin Oriental in Shanghai. Fucking her senseless in the royal suite at the Plaza Hotel Athénée in Paris.
    And even beyond that, he imagined marrying her in a small village outside of Florence. Conceiving their first child on their honeymoon in Bali. Kissing her on their tenth anniversary on a jet across the country to visit his parents for Christmas. As far as he wanted to see, all he could think of was her.
    What was happening here? This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. His every thought since picking her up had