Suddenly, Amandine pushed him off her. He let her roll him over, so she ended up on top of him, her strong, slim legs straddling his torso. Her slickness pooled on his skin, her pert breasts high and firm.
Amazing view from the bottom.
He reached and caressed the lower curve of her right breast. “I haven’t loved this one yet.”
She sighed softly. “Not right now.” She held his wrist. “Maybe later.”
She glided down his body, her cool hair and hard, pebbled nipples brushing his chest and belly. His breathing grew rougher as she traveled sensuously over him, enjoying his body’s reaction to her.
When she reached his erection, she ran the tip of her hair over the head of his cock. His muscles clenched at the tingling sensation. Jesus, he wanted more, needed more.
He groaned when her mouth replaced her hair. Her tongue swirled over him like an ice cream cone. She wrapped her hand around his shaft, tracing the veins with her fingertips. He reached for her, but she slapped him away.
“My show,” she said, her passion-dark gaze on his.
Her luscious lips surrounded his cock. Her grip was surprisingly strong, and her suction even stronger. Lifting his head, he watched her inhale him, her mouth moving up and down along his length. He had no control over the situation, but for once didn’t care. It was as though the control freak in him had surrendered.
The pleasure from what she was doing with her tongue and lips snuffed any coherent thought from his mind. He held on with desperate control, trying to delay the oncoming rush of orgasm.
“I’m too close,” he managed to say in a voice rough with strain.
“So?” She licked the skin between the head and shaft.
“You better stop.”
“Now why would I do such a thing?” She then took him in even deeper, all the way to the back of her throat.
His eyes rolled back in his head. He was so close, but he wanted her to come again with his cock in her mouth.
“Touch yourself,” he said. “Play with your clit. Make yourself feel good.”
He raised his head and watched, making sure she followed his instructions. She put a hand between her legs; her face flushed with hot pleasure.
Scorching heat snaked through him as he watched her pleasure herself while sucking his cock. He couldn’t hold back any longer.
“I’m going to come,” he panted.
Her only response was even stronger suction and more furious movements of her hand over her sex. An unbearable rush of pleasure welled up and ripped through him. He came with a hoarse shout.
She swallowed every drop and convulsed in climax herself. God, she was beautiful in orgasm, her face twisted with almost torturous ecstasy.
He pulled her up and held her tightly, his breath fanning her skin. He wished he could tell her how he felt, but he was no poet. There weren’t words eloquent enough to express what was in his heart.
So he merely said, “Thank you.”
For being in my life. For giving us another chance.
She snuggled closer. “My pleasure.”
Chapter Eighteen
THE LLOYDS DEVELOPMENT HEADQUARTERS IN HOUSTON was housed in a modern skyscraper that shimmered in the Texas heat. The family had started the business here, but now only the members directly involved in running the company stayed in the city, while the rest lived wherever they wanted.
Gavin went through the cool and airy lobby to the executive floor at the very top of the building. A well-groomed receptionist looked up from a wrap-around desk. “May I help you, sir?”
“I’m here for the board meeting.”
She studied him for a moment then said, “Mr. Gavin Lloyd?”