All the Wright Moves

by McKenna Jeffries

  “Warwick,” she panted, her nails digging through his shirt. She rubbed her lower body continually along his shaft.

  He cupped her ass and got to his feet. “Bedroom?”

  “Down the hall, second door on the—” He swept her off her feet and held her against his powerful chest. Her body felt so right in his arms. Once in the bedroom, the light on, he placed her on her feet and kissed her again, pressed her back against the door and made love to her mouth with his kisses.

  She wanted him naked. Wanted him to be deep inside her. Wanted her nails digging into the flesh on his back as he pounded into her while she cried to the room. He gripped the bottom of her tunic, ripped his mouth off hers and lifted the fabric over her head leaving her clad in a ribbed white tank top. The tunic dropped forgotten to the floor.

  Dear merciful heavens, I’m going to become a puddle if he keeps looking at me like that.

  He reached for the button on her jeans and she took a sharp breath when he undid it, the hiss of the zipper the only sound in the room other than their breathing. When he tugged them down, she almost stopped him but the need pooled deep within her stayed her hand. Once they reached her feet, she stepped out of them, kicked them to the side. Her shoes followed soon after.

  A grumble raced out of him. He took the hem of her tank top and slowly drew it up over her head.

  “Beautiful,” he whispered.

  She stood against the wall wearing a white bra and panties. He stared hungrily at her, like a wolf watching a yearling. It increased the liquid heat coursing through her veins, the craving for him amplified one hundred fold.

  His hands shadowed her silhouette from head to toe. He trailed his fingers up the outsides of her legs, moving towards her waist. His touch burned her to the core. Her legs trembled as she tried to remain upright.

  Along the outsides of her bra, he dragged his touch over the full globes. Her nipples hardened even more, crying out for his touch without the satin of the bra between them.

  “Look at you,” he breathed. “All swells and curves. Perfection. You have a body the gods made for loving, Katiya Wright.”

  She felt like it.

  One finger slid a white bra strap down over one shoulder. She held her breath. Finally the cup dropped from her breast, exposing the puckered nipple.

  Touch me.

  His thumb swiped the tip and shot spikes of electricity through her. “Warwick,” she whimpered.

  “Katiya.” His voice low and silvery with seduction.

  She screamed when he drew the diamond hard point into his mouth. He sucked hard and dragged his teeth across the hypersensitive nub. Her legs quavered and the arm he snaked around her midsection was the only reason she didn’t collapse to the carpeted floor.

  Stars flickered before her eyes. She grabbed his hair, pressing him tight to her, needing more. Desperate for more. He released the hooks and worked the bra off, all the while continuing to suck on her nipple. The other nipple ached and when he rolled it between forefinger and thumb, squeezing hard enough to make her gasp at the pain, she purred in pleasure. Then he switched mouth and hand, inciting moans from her as he continued to torment, tease, and pleasure both breasts.

  She didn’t know how much more she could take.

  “Warwick,” she panted. Her lids were heavy with want and she pressed her fingers into the back of his skull urging him on.

  “I could spend all day on these luscious breasts. But I have to explore more.”

  He kissed down her belly, delving his tongue into her belly button, eliciting a gasp from her.

  “Who knew you liked to wear thongs, Katiya? Beneath all that poise and calm lingers this sexy vixen.” His hands palmed the globes of her ass and she wriggled in response to his touch. Warm breath poured along her skin. Goosebumps exploded all over her.

  “So sexy,” he muttered. He licked at her core, not bothering to remove the thong.

  “Shit!” she hissed, her hips bucked hard against his mouth.

  His tongue snaked up and down the soaked material, making it wetter. “You taste like heaven,” he uttered against her clit, the words vibrating through her.

  She grabbed his hair and held his mouth closer.

  “What do you want, Katiya?” he asked, his tongue skimming along the edges of her thong.

  “You,” she sputtered.

  He slowly—agonisingly so—peeled off her wet thong, his breath warm on her pussy. When his tongue slid up the cleft she screamed to the heavens. Before she knew it, she ground against him, an orgasm washing over her.

  His mouth toyed with her stiff clit, his tongue circled around it time and time again. She couldn’t formulate a word. He spread her thighs and slipped a finger up in her. Then another.

  “Oh…oh…Warwick!” She shuddered as the orgasm rippled over her.

  He added another finger and stroked deep within her. His tongue continued to torment her. Then he switched and she squealed again as she exploded around his thrusting tongue.

  She yanked on his hair and ground against his face, totally consumed by passion. With her heart pounding, limbs quaking, he rose up before she could regain her faculties and kissed her.

  He delved his tongue deep into her mouth, relentless and with single-minded purpose. Her senses ran haywire as she tasted herself on him.

  “Katiya,” he moaned against her lips, hips bucking. She rubbed against him, the material of his jeans adding delicious friction to her needy slit.

  “Warwick!” She released his hair and tugged up his shirt. “Off,” she commanded.

  He complied and a hiss of appreciation escaped as she finally got to see his naked chest. Warwick was a work of art. All ridges and planes, his body didn’t look like it belonged on a man who’d made his fortune by computers. She trailed her fingers down his pectorals and over the ridges of his abdominals.

  He sucked in a sharp breath. She moved up his haired chest and down again to the button of his jeans. She hesitated and Warwick took over, quickly shucking them. Her mouth watered as she took in the large ridge confined by the white boxer briefs.

  Her pussy gushed and pulsed. She stared hungrily as he removed the final article of clothing. Her tongue flicked along her lower lip and she bit off a moan.

  His cock jutted out from a nest of dark hair. The head shone with drops of pre-cum. She wanted to drop to her knees and take him into her mouth.

  “Bed,” he growled.

  She backed into the bed and watched him pull a condom from his pants pocket.

  “Let me,” she murmured, plucking it from his hand and ripping the foil.

  She reached for his shaft—warm and hard, it rested in her hand. She smeared the pearly drops then rolled the condom over his length. Warwick laid her back on the bed, pressing little kisses along her collarbone. She melted from the inside out. His finger skimmed over the scar on her leg before it brushed her pussy.

  “Ohh,” she moaned, arching with need into his hand.

  “Patience.”

  Was he kidding? She felt more than capable of going up in flames right now.

  “Now,” she demanded.

  His eyes were so dark they appeared black. No humour in his expression.

  “Yes.”

  The one word should have relieved her but instead it made her want him more.

  He removed his hand and settled between her thighs. She held her breath as he sank deep within her.

  Oh my God!

  He filled her, stretched muscles that hadn’t been used in a very long time. Heat spiralled out from within, threatening to consume her. It was too much. It wasn’t enough.

  “Warwick.”

  He didn’t make her ask just began to move. Out and in, he began a steady rhythm. Slow at first then with increased speed. Her mind whirled. All synapses fired, fast and hard, with the onslaught of feelings. Skin tingled. Her heart pounded out of control. All her focus and energy honed in on the man delivering such an amazing experience to her. She undulated beneath him
, encouraging more, faster and deeper strokes.

  His handsome face sat carved in a mask of concentration. Sweat beaded along his brow.

  “Uh, uh, uh…” Her grunts punctuated each of his thrusts.

  His hands were by her ears. Hers were curved around his powerful biceps.

  “Stop acting like I’ll break,” she demanded, tightening her inner muscles. Gentle and slow was all good and well but right then, she wanted hard and fast. “Fuck me, Warwick.”

  Chapter Five

  How he’d managed not to erupt by then was anyone’s guess. Warwick had been on the verge since he’d kissed her at supper. Everything since…had only solidified the rod in his jeans. She tasted better than anyone had a right to. When her thick cream had flowed into his mouth, he thought he’d died and gone to heaven.

  He was wrong.

  Slipping between her firm thighs and into her wet pussy had been heaven. Her tight, wet pussy had literally robbed him of speech. Warmed velvet. It had been like coming home. Katiya had taken him all the way in.

  But to hear her demand to be fucked boiled his blood. He picked up his pace and reached down with one hand to lift her uninjured leg up so her knee draped over his shoulder.

  “Ohh yeah,” she said on a rumble of pleasure.

  He couldn’t agree more.

  He ploughed into her slit faster, the angle allowing for deeper penetration. His balls tingled and he could feel the pain of her nails digging into his skin. It egged him on.

  He withdrew until just the head remained and when her eyes—angry eyes—snapped up to his gaze, he slammed home.

  “Ahhh!” she cried, her body clenching around him as she found orgasmic bliss.

  “Fuck!”

  To feel her shatter like that around him was too much to bear. He powered into her, hard, fast, and relentless. She matched his moves, her head tossing back and forth on the bed, her cries filling the air. Her flushed face, parted lips—all added to his total experience. And he lost it. Her pure passion—uncoaxed, uncajoled, totally honest—did him in. The tendons in his neck tightened as he erupted with a low roar.

  “Katiya!”

  Limbs shaky, he lowered his body and placed her leg back on the mattress. Katiya looked delectable, all flushed and rumpled. With a tender kiss, he withdrew from her warm haven and disposed of the condom. Returning to the bed, he saw her lying on one side, staring at him. A slow grin turned up the corners of her mouth.

  Her blatant and appreciative stare made him smile. It also made him begin to harden again. Katiya crooked a finger at him and he did as she bade eagerly.

  “We’re not even close to being done,” he said reaching for more protection and tossing them on the bedside table before joining her again on the messed up bedspread.

  * * * *

  It wasn’t until early in the morning that the two lovers had exhausted themselves and lay intertwined beneath nothing more than a cotton sheet.

  He stirred and reached for the woman who’d rocked his world all through the night. She wasn’t there. Bleary eyed, he sat up and checked her bedside clock. A quarter to six. He’d barely been asleep for three hours.

  Where was she?

  The bedroom door was closed. He got up, turning on a light. Locating his jeans, he tugged them on before heading to the door. Once out of her room he noticed there was a light on in the living room and he padded in that direction. At the table, Katiya stood, one leg on the seat of the chair, as she studied something before her.

  She was fully dressed with her hair up in some twist. A yellow T-shirt, a pair of medium brown pants, and white tennis shoes rounded out her attire.

  “Morning,” he said.

  She jumped slightly before looking over her shoulder at him. A smile crossed her features, melting away the look of seriousness it had had moments before.

  “Morning.”

  He moved to stand beside her and brushed his lips along the curve of her neck. The desire to remove the pins in her hair so it flowed down around her filled him. He loved how it felt trailing over his skin. She trembled and he kissed her again. She whimpered. Once more until she turned in his arms and kissed him. Her tongue led the way, searching his out and dancing with it. When the kiss ended, he was more than ready to clear the table off with one swoop and take her right there.

  “That’s a proper way to greet someone in the morning.”

  Her eyes twinkled. “Is that so? Do you greet all your employees that way? Men and women?”

  He popped her on the ass and she laughed. Her voice pealed through the room, banishing any nervousness he’d had about how she may react once they woke.

  She faced the table again. Pressing against her back, he stared over her head at the things on the table. Photographs. Black and white ones.

  “What’s this?”

  She gestured with one hand while the other caressed the arm he slid around her middle. “Photos my sister took. She dropped them off so I could put some up at the centre.”

  He whistled low. “She’s good. Which sister?”

  “Youngest.”

  “Ahh, Lis…the EMS responder.”

  She looked at him over her shoulder, her eyes warmed with gratitude he’d actually listened to her when she’d told him. “That’s her.”

  “So are you still deciding?”

  “No. These are the ones I picked. Now I’m just trying to figure out how I want them to go in the halls.”

  “She should sell her work. These are incredible.”

  Katiya chuckled. “No, Lis hates the limelight. She is an observer.”

  He decided he would like to meet this sister. He wanted to meet her whole family. “I’d love to meet her.”

  “She was at The Oasis yesterday.”

  He frowned and stared hard at a shot of a coyote standing on a mesa. “She was?”

  “Yes. I’m not surprised you didn’t see her, though. She stopped by to teach a CPR certification class. They finish up today.”

  “Speaking of today”—he nibbled along her earlobe—“why are you already up and dressed? We didn’t go to sleep until around three. It’s the weekend, can’t you go in late?”

  Katiya sank back into his touch and he breathed in the soothing smell of her hair. “I know but I have to be there by six-thirty today. One weekend a month we do a free breakfast. This is the weekend.”

  He was continually surprised by the lengths this woman would go to help others. “What can I do to help?”

  “We can always use servers and dishwashers.”

  Dishwashers? “Cooks?”

  “Yes, some of those, too. We start getting ready at six-thirty and are ready to begin serving between seven-thirty and eight. The fire department, police, and other groups help with the food. So if you really want to come along, your help would be appreciated.”

  What he really wanted was to strip her of her clothes and take her back to her bedroom and start all over learning about her body again…and when he finished, do it again. But the chance to be with her proved to be too great a temptation.

  “I’ll be there.” He kissed her again. “Any chance we can be late?”

  Her warm chuckle made him smile. “Sorry. Doesn’t look good when the boss is late.”

  “You look good no matter what.”

  “Flattery will get you everywhere…except back in my bed. I have to get going.” She turned in his arms and ran her hands up his bare chest. “But thank you for last night.”

  “Thank you,” he revised, pressing a light kiss to the tip of her cute nose. “If I go now, I’ll be there sooner.”

  Neither moved. They stared at one another, her fingers tangled in the ends of his hair, desire overflowing in her eyes. His hands rested on the swell of her hips, fingers moving in idyllic circles.

  “I really have to go,” she murmured, pressing closer to him.

  “Yeah.”

  Almost another minute passed before she moved out of his grasp. “Go get your clothes so we can go.”
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  “I’d really rather remove you from yours and go from there.”

  Her eyes grew molten as they heated with passion. She shook her head and stepped back again. “No. Clothing.”

  He sighed in disappointment but hurried back to the room and finished donning his clothes. She was by the door when he returned. Preceding her out, he waited for her to lock the door and head to her car. At the driver’s door, he pressed her against the side of her car and kissed her until she sank into him, counting on him to hold her upright.

  The dark didn’t allow him to see much more than her outline. “I’ll see you soon, Katiya.”

  “Yes.” Her response not much more than a whisper, quiet sigh.

  He didn’t want to climb in his car and leave her, even though it was only for a short time. He wanted to scoop her up and take her back inside, closing out the outside world. As it was, there were other things that took priority. Her centre being one of them. So he climbed in his car and used the powerful engine to get him home as quickly as possible. Once he’d showered and changed, the same fire engine red car took him back to the parking lot of The Oasis. The lights were on and numerous cars and trucks were in the lot.

  He climbed out, eager to see Katiya again, even though it hadn’t been much more than an hour since he’d departed her presence. It was with a light step he headed for the front door, more than ready to enjoy a new experience with his ever adorable Katiya Wright.

  Yes. My Katiya Wright.

  * * * *

  Katiya took a deep breath before pulling open the glass door to Taylor Bytes. It had been two and a half weeks since she and Warwick had first made love. They continued to see one another even if she was hesitant to give him more of her heart. But damn, if he didn’t have this way of sinking past all her defences.