My body knows what it wants. There’s no denying it. Grabbing his face, I pull his lips down to mine. “I want you. I wish you knew how bad.”
The low growl escapes his lips making my body tighten in all the right places. “Probably not nearly as much as I’ve wanted you. There’s so much you don’t know.”
Taking his hand, I place his fingers on the side zipper of my dress. “Maybe one day you’ll tell me.”
His eyes darken, and he slowly lowers the zipper of my silver flapper dress. Keeping his eyes on mine, he slides my dress down my body. My skin is on fire and all I can think about is feeling him inside of me.
He moans deep in his chest when he gazes down at me with his sexy gray and golden eyes, licking his lips. Kissing the mounds of my breasts, he lowers the fabric over one and begins to suck on my taut, sensitive nipple while reaching behind me to unclasp my bra. He shoves it away, keeping his lips enclosed over my breast. The need to have him grows more intense with every touch.
It’s strange how my body responds to him, almost as if I’m starved for his touch. I’ve never been like that with any other man. My underwear is soaked and I’m so close to letting go. Fumbling with his pants, I try desperately to get them undone so I can wrap my fingers around his cock and feel it pulsate with my touch. He rips off his button down shirt and jacket, revealing his muscular smooth chest, and then helps me out and kicks off his pants when I have them undone. As soon as he’s free, I take him in my hands and squeeze, pumping him up and down.
“That feels so damn good,” he groans.
Harder and faster I stroke his length, enjoying the satisfied rumble in his chest. With his arm around my waist, he moves me to the bed and lays me down, taking off my underwear so he can spread my legs wide with his knee. Keeping his gaze on mine, he kisses me gently at first and then harder as he pushes his fingers inside of me. Gasping from the sensations, I open wider for him, loving the sound of his satisfied moans.
“Harder,” I beg, spreading my legs wider.
He does as I say, and I’m so close to losing control. Tightening around his fingers, he bites down on my lip and sucks as I cry out in pleasure, riding the waves of my orgasm. Slowly, he rubs my sensitive clit with his thumb and swirls his fingers in the wetness between my legs. Keeping his gaze on mine, he traces my nipples with my desire, and sucks them both greedily. Tasting me. Devouring me. My body craves him. He reaches over to the bedside table drawer and pulls out a condom. He strokes himself a few times, grinning at me mischievously, before sliding the condom down his length. He gets back into position and I can feel his cock pressing closer to my opening. As soon as he pushes in just a tiny bit, I gasp.
“The noises you make turn me on so fucking much,” he growls low.
Almost instantly, he pushes inside of me…hard. I bite my lip to keep from screaming out. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I rock my hips along with his and hold on tight, biting my lip more with each thrust. The muscles in his back tighten and flex as he works his body into mine. I rake my nails down his back, to his ass, loving the way it hardens with each thrust.
I’m so close to losing it again, my body clenching achingly tight around his cock.
My breaths come out as pants as the ache between my legs grows stronger, wilder. We’re both so close, and the moment I tip over the edge, I dig my nails into his back just as he grips onto me tighter, plunging in as deep as he can go, his cock pulsating with his release. Breathing hard, he takes my face in his hands.
“Please say you’re staying longer with me tonight. I’m nowhere near done with you.”
I lean up and kiss him. “I’m not going anywhere. Yet.”6OwenI’ve been awake for three hours and in my office for two, pacing the floor and watching the clock slowly tick away at the minutes. I’ve never watched the clock so much in my life until now and never realized how painstakingly slow time moves when there is something you desperately want.
I want Ensley.
The problem is, I’ve had her. . .twice. By twice, I mean two nights. I’m not a guy who only pleasures his woman once and bails, at least not with Ensley. I can’t seem to get enough of her. I wish she felt the same way about me because I hate waking up to an empty bed in the morning. I even “accidentally” set my alarm so I could see her in the early morning. Only when the damn thing blared at five in the morning, her side of the bed was cold. I’m going to have to learn to cuddle or something, so I can feel her slip out of my arms next time.