“I want you to touch me. Like this,” she commanded, guiding two of his fingers inside her. He stroked long and deep until her breath came in short pants. “Oh, my God, yes,” she cried out. “Now, Dan. I need you.”
He freed himself from his trousers, hiked her into his arms, and managed to get them both into his chair with her on his lap. Within seconds he was fully engulfed by the fire inside her, and she was riding him hard, her legs straddling his. He covered her breasts with his hands and closed his eyes, thrusting his hips upward to match her downward movements, letting her set the pace. He felt the start of her orgasm, the tiny vaginal muscles contracting, the pressure and intensity building until it was almost too much for him to bear. He gritted his teeth, determined that she would come first. Then she cried out his name and so much for that. He came so hard and fast lights flickered behind his eyelids.
When the world finally settled to rights, she was flopped against him. Sweat slickened their bodies. The rain had eased up. It no longer pounded on the roof.
“Next time, I swear—we’re going to try this in a bed,” he said, stroking her hair. Her breath was warm on his throat. He could sit with her like this forever.
“I have no complaints,” she replied.
Her phone, half-lodged in her clothing, vibrated on the floor.
She scrambled off his lap, grabbed her panties and shorts and jerked them up her thighs, and fumbled it from her pocket. “I’ve got to get that. My team is on its way to Southern California and I’ve been waiting for word.”