by Nan Comargue
His aunt didn’t protest as she swept out of the office and neither did Mallory.
Not when he kissed her with unleashed savagery, bruising her mouth with his urgency. Not when he picked her up off her chair and slid into it beneath her. And certainly not when he tore off her panties and urged her back down to straddle him.
His entire face was flushed as he pushed his hands through the heavy mass of her hair, causing it to tumble down around them.
“Ride me, darling. Fuck me the way you promised to all those years ago.”
Mallory’s hands shook as she unbuckled and unzipped him. When his shaft finally sprang free, she sighed with satisfaction, sliding her fingers up and down his thick length.
Jamie’s hips bucked against her hands as he dug his fingers deep into her hair, pulling her head down for a ferocious kiss. She sucked his tongue into her mouth, suckling and feeding on it as if starved for his taste. Their mouths fused together, she ground her pelvis against him, feeling the hardness of his cock brush against her nether lips.
She needed him inside of her but she was reluctant to tell him in case his self-control reasserted itself.
Jamie pulled away from their kiss. “I need to be inside your pussy,” he gasped, that familiar hint of command back in his tone. “Now.”
Mallory smiled at him as she settled her legs on either side of him and started to lower her crotch on his. That was the man she loved speaking.
His dick was throbbing and hot, searing her as the padded tip parted her labia. She couldn’t suppress a moan as his girth stretched her interior walls. She loved the feeling of fullness he gave her and the barely concealed aggression of his mouth as he latched onto her neck and bruised her with open-mouthed kisses.
Holding onto his wide shoulders for balance, Mallory let her cunt take all of him in a long, slow glide. Then, when she was finally seated on him with his rod up to the hilt inside of her, she started to rotate her hips against him, grinding her clit on him and smearing her wetness between them.
“God, Mal, that feels good,” Jamie groaned as he settled his hands on her hips and started to guide her rhythm. Sweat glistened on his forehead and upper lip.
Mallory moved her hips up and down experimentally. “How does that feel, baby?”
Jamie’s hands went still. “Fucking incredible.”
Flexing her thighs, she rose on her knees until his cock was barely inside the mouth of her pussy, then slid back down his iron-hard length.
“How about that? How does that feel?”
Jamie was no longer able to keep still but roamed his hands up the back of her skirt, squeezing her ass, and then moving them down her legs. “Like I’m going out of my mind.”
Mallory laughed, a low throaty sound. “I love you, Jamie.”
He moved his hands down to her ankles, tucked beneath her bottom, then felt her spiky stiletto heels.
He leaned to kiss her. “I love you. Don’t ever change, Mal.”
She barely heard his words as she wrapped her arms around his neck and held on tight. She moved up again, coming down faster and harder on his cock at an angle that managed to rub her clit sweetly. Her laughter melted away. Everything was forgotten beneath the fierce pleasure that her movements gave her.
Her moans were answered by Jamie’s groans as she bounced on his shaft, her thighs and buttocks straining to take him deeper inside of her and hold him tighter. Pleasure spiraled through her, starting at the bottom of her stiletto-encased toes and streaking up her legs to pool in her core.
Jamie held her to him and urged her ever closer as his hips bucked to meet hers. Then, when she thought she could get no closer, that the pleasure could get no more intense, her climax pounded through her body, leaving it shivering and jerking with its furious intensity.
Deep inside her pussy, Jamie spurted his hot cum, his body clenching around her as if to protect her from the force of his climax. He thrust upward a few times, taking her whole body with him. It was like riding the best fun ride in the park.
Exhausted and still shaking, Mallory slumped against him. She kissed his damp neck before snuggling against his shoulder. Her eyelids felt too heavy to keep open.
After a few minutes Jamie moved his shoulder slightly, jostling her. “Hey, don’t go to sleep on me.”
Mallory’s eyes stayed closed. “I’m not.”
She felt his hand on her hair, smoothing back its unruly mass. “Do you know what I want to do with you?”
She smiled. “Give me a few minutes.”
“No, not that.” She heard the same lazy smile in his voice too. “What I want to do is watch Deep Dark Woods with you.”
Deep Dark Woods. Why did that movie sound familiar? As far as Mallory could remember, she’d never seen it. She’d meant to but—
Now she recalled why it sounded so familiar.
“That sounds like a good idea.” She wondered how long they would actually last before the fact that they would be sitting together on a couch would lead to the inevitable conclusion.
“And I want to watch it in a room that you’ve decorated in a house we’ve both chosen.”
With her head on his shoulder, it was impossible not to notice the way his breathing stopped as he waited for her reaction.
Mallory lifted her head away from him so that she could see into those deep blue eyes. “What are you saying, Jamie?”
“I’m saying I want to watch a scary movie with you every night. And I want to protect you from it when you get scared.” He paused to brush his lips against her hair. “I want to sleep with you in my arms every night and wake up every morning with you still within reach. I want to see how those beautiful golden eyes look at every hour of the day and in every mood.”
He searched her upturned face but Mallory could think of nothing to do except grin at him foolishly. As her mouth curved upward, she sensed the tension draining out of his body.
“I think that sounds wonderful. When do we get started?”
Jamie crushed her mouth with a kiss that held no hesitation this time. He held back nothing and from now on neither would she.
“Right now,” he murmured against her smiling lips.
About Nan Comargue
Nan Comargue is a thirtysomething romance and erotic romance writer who has been reading romance novels all her life. She prefers sexy confident heroes who whin over slightly introverted heriones (read: nerdish types) but she writes about everything from angel-warriors to cowboy menage.
Nan is Canadian, eh? So naturally she's written a contemporary romance with a professional hockey player as the hero (and a librarian as a heroine).
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