by Chris Taylor
Kissing her with renewed passion, he rolled her onto her back without breaking contact with her lips. His arousal pressed against her stomach. She burned with need. Every part of her body reacted to his touch. She wanted him. She needed him. She couldn’t wait another second.
With urgent hands, she undid his shirt, the small buttons playing havoc with her clumsy fingers. With a groan of frustration, she threw caution to the wind. Grasping both sides of his partially opened shirt front, she pulled them apart with an almighty heave. The buttons popped off and flew across the bed. She gasped in satisfaction. Smoothing the fabric open, her fingers at last found his bare, tanned skin. She sighed in relief.
“Lucky I didn’t wear my favorite shirt this morning.” His murmur was just below her ear. He dropped another kiss along the side of her neck.
“To hell with the shirt.” She grinned. “I’m sure you can afford another.”
“Cheeky girl.” He grinned back at her. “Now, it’s my turn.”
Before she realized what he was up to, Will pulled the ends of her blouse out of her skirt and tore it open with a single, sharp tug. More buttons went flying. She couldn’t help but lament the loss.
“Hey, that was one of my favorite shirts.” She slapped at his hands playfully.
He shrugged. “So, I’ll buy you another one. Or ten. Or fifty.” He grinned unashamedly.
She punched him lightly on the shoulder. “Now who’s being cheeky?”
“Enough, woman,” he growled. “You still have way too many clothes on.”
“I could say the same thing about you.” Reaching down, she undid the button on his suit pants and eased the zipper down. Running her hand over the satin of his boxer shorts, she squeezed his cock. She heard his sharp intake of breath and smiled with satisfaction.
“Easy, sweetheart. We’re going to take this much slower than last time. Tonight, I want to taste every inch of you. I haven’t been able to think of anything else since we were together at the hotel.”
Savannah felt a rush of warmth at the endearment. Her heart was going to explode. She lifted her butt and he slid her skirt down over her hips. She rolled over onto her side so he could tend to the clasps on her white, lacy bra.
Tossing the underwear to the floor, he stood and dropped his trousers. Her gaze drank in his body, from the impossibly broad shoulders that tapered into narrow hips, to the taut, flat planes of his stomach. Desire swept through her, leaving her tingling.
Stepping out of his boxers, he stood before her, proud and erect and again let her look her fill. She sat up on the bed and wriggled over to the edge.
“You’re so beautiful,” she breathed. She ran her hand lightly over his chest. Scraping his flat nipples with her fingernails, her hand wandered lower until she got to his cock.
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Will steeled himself, knowing he’d die if she didn’t touch him soon. The blood pounded in his ears and even more insistently in his groin. When her hand finally encircled him, he gasped. She stroked and flexed in a rhythm that drove him crazy.
And then her hand was gone. It moved lower to wander lightly over his balls, lifting and squeezing until he didn’t think he could bear it any longer.
“Savannah.” His voice was half plea, half groan.
“Shh.” She opened her lips and took his cock into her mouth. Sucking and licking, her hand mimicked the movements of her mouth along the lower end of his shaft. It was excruciating. It was unbearable. He couldn’t get enough.
Grasping the back of her head, he lifted long red strands of hair away from her face so he could watch. Her small pink tongue darted out and licked the head of his cock, dipping into his slit and sliding out again.
He didn’t know how much more he could take. Gently pulling away from her, he stepped back. She looked up at him, her eyes fathomless, green pools of desire. He eased her down across the bed until she lay on her back. Climbing onto the bed beside her, he kneeled in front of her and worked the white lace panties down her slim hips before tossing them onto the floor to join the growing pile of discarded clothing.
Then he lowered his head and tasted her. Slowly at first, his tongue moved in lazy circles around her clit. She raised her arms and took hold of the intricately carved cedar headboard as he did his best to drive her crazy with his mouth.
The stubble on his chin scraped along her aroused flesh and she gasped. His tongue stroked longer and deeper. Parting her with his fingers, he slid his tongue inside her moist center and laved her. He continued the rhythmic movement until she squirmed against him. She let go of the headboard and reached for him.
“Please.” Her voice was a shivery whimper of need. “I’m going to come. I want to come with your cock deep inside me. Please, Will. Fuck me.”
Listening to her words, Will knew he ought to be shocked. But he wasn’t. Somehow, with her, the raunchy way they spoke to each other wasn’t vulgar or disgusting. It was right.
If anything, his cock grew larger, harder, thicker. She half-sat and reached down to encircle him with her fingers.
He moaned and pushed her back down onto the bed. Reaching for a condom in his nightstand, he quickly rolled it over his cock and positioned himself in front of her. Spreading her legs wide with his knees, he eased into her warmth an inch at a time. She thrust her hips upwards, encouraging him to move faster.
“Easy does it, sweetheart. Don’t be in such a hurry. We have all night.”
She groaned in frustration. “I want you. I want to feel your cock inside me. Now.”
He plunged into her fiercely, forcing a gasp from her. “Yes,” she breathed. Clinging tightly to his shoulders, she met his strong, rhythmic thrusts. “Yes, that’s it. Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
“There’s no way in hell I’m going to stop, Red. You don’t have to worry about that.” His smile was strained as he fought for control.
With great deliberation, he slowed his pace and changed position, lifting her legs above his head. She moaned. He continued to thrust his cock into her slippery center.
Her eyes were shut. Little whimpering noises of need escaped her compressed lips. Her head turned from side to side with increasing urgency. She was close.
“That’s it, babe.” He gritted his teeth and continued his rhythmic stroking. “That’s it. Come for me, sweetheart. I want to see you come.”
As if his words tipped her over the edge, Savannah cried out, clutching at him as the first pulses of her orgasm caught up with her. Her inner muscles convulsed around him and it was all he could do not to bury his cock deep inside her and seek his own release.
Instead, he slowed his rhythm once again and waited until her orgasm was over. She gave a long, satisfied sigh and opened her eyes.
“Mm, not bad.” A cheeky grin spread across her face. “Now, it’s your turn.”
With a low growl, Will surged into her, needing no further encouragement. Within minutes, he shuddered deep inside her.
Collapsing upon her, he breathed deeply and tried to regain his breath.
“You feel so good,” he murmured, shifting his weight and pulling her in close beside him.
“You feel pretty good, too.” Savannah smiled shyly up at him.
Will pressed a kiss against the softness of her hair and then moved over to once again tug open the drawer of his nightstand.
A slight frown creased Savannah’s forehead. “What are you doing?”
Will flashed her a grin. “I’m checking the supply of condoms. I’d like to repeat our performance in the near future and I want to know if I’m going to have to duck out now and find a drug store.”
She blushed and hit him playfully on the arm. “You’re pretty confident, aren’t you?”
He grabbed her and pulled her on top of him, wriggling her bottom until she was straddling his hips.
“Yep, I am.” He grinned cheekily. “With reason, I might add.”
“Oh, yeah?”
Her soft wetness came into contact with his cock,
stirring it to life once more. “Oh, yeah!” He moaned.
A look of surprise crossed her face. “You can’t be ready again? I thought when guys got older, you know, it got harder to um—” She broke off abruptly. Her blush deepened.
Will laughed unrestrained. “Hey, I’m not that old. Thirty-two is not exactly ancient. Besides, it seems where you’re concerned, parts of my body have a youthful mind of their own.”
Her face bloomed even rosier. She ducked her head so that he couldn’t see. He held her chin with gentle fingers and turned her face toward him.
“You’re so beautiful when you’re embarrassed. I can’t believe a woman of your advanced years is capable of such shyness.” He grinned cheekily.
“Oh!” She gaped, grabbing the pillow and whacking him in the head. “How rude.”
Leaning back to give him another swipe, she gulped when he snatched the pillow out of her hands and threw it toward her. Laughing, she managed to dodge the feathered missile and fell to her side next to him.
“Just how old do you think I am?” she asked, her eyes sparkling.
“Mm, now this is a question fraught with danger.” He smiled back at her. “It’s a question no man can truly answer and come up tops. Why don’t you just tell me?”
“Mm, you’re right. If you say I’m, like, nineteen or something, I won’t believe you and I’ll know you’re saying it because you think it’s what I want to hear and I’ll never know from then on whether you’re telling me the truth about something, or whether you’re telling me what you think I want to hear.
“If you say I’m like, thirty-eight or something, I’ll never speak to you again. So, I know what you mean. It’s a lose/lose situation. Even if you guess correctly, I won’t be pleased because every woman likes to think she looks younger than she is; every woman over twenty-five, anyway.”
His eyes widened in mock surprise. “Do you mean to tell me you’re over twenty-five?”
She shook her head at him and rolled her eyes toward the ceiling. “You’re perilously close to getting another whack from the pillow.”
“You think?” With one quick movement, he rolled her underneath him again, pinning her helplessly to the bed with the weight of his body.
“You were saying?” he teased.
Instead of struggling, Savannah brought her hand up between their bodies and flicked her fingernail lightly across his flat nipple. Next, she wet her finger inside her mouth and drew lazy circles around the now-hardened nub.
Will groaned, enjoying the sensations she induced. When her tongue snuck out and licked him, his cock stirred once again and he pressed the hardening flesh into her softness. She peeked up at him from beneath her lashes.
“Do you like it when I do that?”
“I like it very much, Red.” He brought his head down to hers. Pressing soft, feather-light kisses against her lips, he sampled her slowly, savoring the fruity tang of wine he could still taste in her mouth.
Her arms came around his neck and pulled him down hard against her chest. Her breasts strained against him, eager for attention. He deepened the kiss and his fingers sought and found one of her breasts, kneading it with his hand. He pinched her nipple and listened to the soft gasps and moans that came from the woman beneath him.
His woman.
His cock jutted impatiently against her center. She was still wet from their earlier lovemaking and he reached down and ran his hardness up and down her opening until he was slick with her juices.
She moaned again and thrust her hips up against him. Needing no further encouragement, he sheathed himself once again and pushed his cock inside her, groaning when he was once again deep within her warmth.
“God, I can’t get enough of you.” He groaned against her neck. “You’re so warm, so tight, so wet.”
He strained to hear her shy whisper. “I love the feel of you inside me. It feels so right.”
Growling low in his throat, he tightened his hold on her and increased the pace of his thrusts. “You feel right. Too damn right,” he muttered close to her ear.
Savannah brought her legs up and tightened them around his hips. His strokes became deeper and longer. She tensed underneath him. Her muscles once again tightened and flexed around his cock until she found her release. He surged into her, burying himself deep into her warmth. He groaned his relief.
Slowly, he became aware of his weight on top of her. He shifted slightly until he lay on his side, and gathered her close against him, spoon fashion. Kissing her softly on the back of her neck, he inhaled the exotic, musky scent of her hair.
Within minutes, he was asleep.
CHAPTER 21
Friday morning
The blast of a ferry horn right outside the window awoke Savannah with a start. The room was dim, but the faint illumination of the morning sun reached for her through the double glass sliding doors adjacent to the bed.
The heavy damask curtains that covered the windows were open and the sight of Sydney Harbour spread before her in all its sparkling glory, looking close enough to touch, disorientated her. She moved slightly on the bed. Will stirred beside her. His arm tightened around her and he pulled her back into the curve of his body.
“Where do you think you’re going?” His voice was clouded with sleep.
She smiled. “I was getting up to have a better look at the view.” She turned in his arms to face him.
His eyes lingered on her nakedness. “I think the view’s pretty damn good right here.”
“Mm, that may be so,” she agreed, stroking her fingers along his cheek, “but I also have to use the bathroom.”
She extricated herself from his arms and scooted across the bed, tugging the sheet with her. He groaned in protest. Wrapping it around her securely, she padded into the bathroom and closed the door. After using the toilet, she hefted the sheet back around her and walked into the bedroom. Will was propped up on his elbow, an amused expression on his face.
“You mean to tell me after all we’ve done, you’re still shy about me seeing you naked?”
She ducked her head, thankful for the dimness which concealed her embarrassment.
“Come here.” His voice was a velvet command.
Her pulse leaped. She made her way back to the bed. He lay sprawled across it, bared to her gaze.
“Sit down.”
She sat.
He leaned over and gently tugged at the sheet still clutched in her hands, exposing her nakedness.
“You’re so beautiful.” His response was husky with emotion. “I love looking at you. Don’t be embarrassed.”
“Okay.” She smiled, feeling beautiful under his tender regard. His arm snaked out and drew her close into his side. She snuggled into him.
He glanced at the clock on his nightstand and groaned. “It can’t be that time already. It feels like I only just closed my eyes.”
Savannah blushed at the memory of their night of lovemaking. “Don’t tell me you’re complaining?”
Will’s arm tightened around her. “Not on your life. I’d happily repeat it every night—and every day,” he added, his eyes twinkling.
“Too bad we have to work for a living.”
“Yeah.” He hesitated and then grinned. “Except, I’m on a day off. How lucky is that?”
Savannah faked a pout. “It’s all right for some. What about me?”
Will raised an eyebrow. “You could call in sick.”
Savannah contemplated the idea for a total of two seconds and then grinned, feeling deliciously naughty. “You’re right. In fact, the more I think about it, the more I feel like I’m coming down with something.” She coughed. “There it is. Definitely a sore throat and I’m feeling…achy all over.”
Will’s eyes darkened with emotion. He leaned over and kissed her, taking the time to linger over her mouth. His hand came up to cup her breast. He rubbed her nipple with the pad of his thumb.
Desire kindled low in her belly. She couldn’t believe how quickly he could aro
use her.
“Tell me where it hurts.” His mouth moved down to nuzzle her neck. Her head fell back.
“Mm, that feels good.”
His hand moved to her other breast. His fingers kneaded and squeezed. “How about here?”
“Yes, I think that needs some attention.”
His mouth replaced his hand. He drew her nipple into his mouth and suckled. She gasped and moved restlessly beside him.
“Don’t move. It’s not good to tax yourself while you’re feeling unwell. Let me fix it. I’ve been told I’m good with my hands.”
His hand skimmed across her taut belly. Moments later, his finger slid along her wet slit and slipped inside. She moaned.
“Yes, Dr Will. You certainly are good with your hands.”
His cock lay thick and hard against her belly. She widened her legs in silent encouragement. Releasing her nipple, he positioned himself between her thighs.
He stared down at her. “I can’t get enough of you,” he muttered, his voice hoarse. He reached quickly for a condom. His cock pressed at her entrance. She lifted her hips to meet his savage thrust. She cried out and clung to him, riding the waves of desire until they both found fulfillment.
A few moments later, Will shot her a look full of mischief. “How are you feeling? Still achy?”
She grinned and turned on her side to face him. “You may have helped a little. I’m not sure I’m up for a day at the office, though.”
His expression sobered. “No, you’re right. Your color’s high. You need take it easy today. Bed rest would be preferable.”
She laughed and gave him a playful punch to his shoulder. “I’m sure that can be arranged. I’ll call Max and let him know. I submitted a story to him before I left yesterday. It’s now up to him what he does with it.”
“Is it about the Black Opal?”
