Eyes hot, they traveled from her face down to her coral pink toenails before cruising back up. Leaning forward, he nuzzled her navel, rubbing his thumb against the smooth swatches of green stretching over her hip. Her softly rounded belly quivered as her breath caught in her throat and she kept her eyes closed as he tugged her down to straddle his lap, sliding his palms under her shirt, taking the material upward as he drew his hands higher.
Moments later, she sat with her thighs splayed over his, clad in nothing more than panties and her favorite push up bra. Through the fragile lace of the bra, her nipples showed, a dark rose-red that was just about the same shade as her mouth.
Voice low and rough, Jamie asked, “Damn it, Andi. You wear stuff like this all the time, or is this just for me?”
“Yes. And yes.”
His head lowered and he rested his brow against hers as he whispered, “How am I supposed to work, knowing you’ve got this on under those uniforms?” He pressed a hungry kiss to her mouth before banding one arm around her waist, forcing Andi’s head and shoulders back. His hot mouth traced the line of lace at the edge of her bra, while one hand cupped her hip and held her lower body close to his as he pumped his cock against her.
She could feel him, the heat of his body emanating through his clothes, the hard length of his erection pressed between her thighs. With a hungry little whimper, she squirmed closer, rocking against him, pressing the wet folds of her body against his throbbing penis, desperate.
He laughed in his throat, even while his eyes crossed as the wet heat between her thighs reached him through the layers of his trousers and boxers. “Easy, Andi.” He gathered her hair in his hand, pulled it aside so he could nibble on her neck. “Or this will be over before it even begins.”
Abruptly he rose, dragging her up with him. Automatically, her legs closed around his waist and she clutched his shoulders for balance. Her hair fell around them and she stared into his eyes, humming softly in her throat, pleasure rocketing through her as her weight bore her body down against him with rather astounding results. Each movement brought her clit into closer contact with his cock and Andi wasn’t quite certain if her body was going to stay in one piece if he didn’t put it inside her soon.
“Where’s the bedroom?” he asked, his voice rough and shaky.
Leaning forward, she brushed her mouth against his cheek. “Down the hall.”
He carried her down the hall, paused until she nodded her head to the door at the end, his hands stroking her back and bottom gently. He stopped by the bed and reached behind him to unlock her legs, letting her body slide against his until her feet rested on the floor.
She was so tiny, he realized. In her bare feet, her head barely reached his shoulder. But that tiny little body had hard muscle and soft curves everywhere. Maybe it was the way she now carried herself, head up and shoulders back, which made her seem taller. He moved back, his eyes burning.
When her hands started to rise, he brushed them down, studying her body, memorizing it. “I need to look at you,” he said gutturally. Small as she was, the high cut of those insanely sexy panties made her slim, curvy legs seem endless and the green satin glowed against her skin, rode high on her hips. With her back to the mirror, he could see the long, elegant curve of her back. Just below her right shoulder, she had a small mole.
He slowly turned her around, so that she was facing her reflection. Lowering his head, he kissed the mole before reaching around her and cupping her breasts in his hands. The lace of her bra barely covered her nipples as he plumped her flesh together. Lowering his head, he whispered, “Open your eyes.”
Slowly, her lids raised and she met his gaze in the mirror before she focused on her appearance. Was that really her? Hair disheveled, a man’s dark hands caressing her flesh, her body clad in a push up bra and a thong so tiny it might as well not even be there.
“You are so beautiful,” he said, his voice raspy. “You’ve got the most amazing tits I’ve ever seen, you know that?”
She felt beautiful, in a way she had never expected to. The strong body that she took little pride in had this man’s hands shaking. With a sly little smile, her own hands came up, covered his and pressed them against her flesh, while her pelvis rocked back, brushing against the length of him.
Freeing his hands from hers, Jamie seized her hips and thrust against her bottom, grinding himself against soft flesh, his eyes on hers. She whimpered and squirmed against him, and Jamie laughed. “Like that, huh? Let’s see if we can’t find something else you like.” But he thrust against her ass a few more times. Hot little shivers of sensation raced over his body, drawing his skin tight, and with a groan he dropped his hands and moved away. With jerky movements, he shed the buff-colored blazer and his shirt, buttons popping when they refused to cooperate beneath his fingers.
She still stared at him in the mirror, leaning forward and bracing her hands on the smooth wood of her dresser, a wicked smile curving her mouth.
“Oh, hell,” Jamie muttered, his eyes dropping to the graceful curve of her back as it tapered down to her round bottom. He shoved his slacks down and tossed them on the bed, kicked his shoes and socks off, but left his boxers on. He stared at their reflections in bemusement. Jamie’s boxers were a rich shade of emerald, almost the exact shade of her panties.
“We match,” he said, gliding his hand along the silk where it rode along her buttocks. He wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her back against him.
She was soaking wet, the slick fluids seeping through her panties, and now through his own shorts as he rubbed against her.
“Jamie…”
He looked up and smiled at her as she pressed back against him. “Soon,” he whispered.
“Take your shorts off,” she ordered, her spine arching as she tried to get closer.
“Not yet, Andi.” With his hands around her, he made her straighten as he rose. Taking her hands, he guided them until they covered her breasts. When her hands started to fall away, he covered them with his again, nipping her earlobe. “Touch yourself,” he said softly.
Her head fell back against his shoulder and she said, “I want you to touch me.”
“Oh, I will,” he promised, lowering his head and kissing her, a chaste brush of his mouth against hers. Then he nudged her head back up and told her to watch. As she did, he trailed his hands from her breasts, down her torso. One arm banded around her waist, steadying her, as the other slid beneath the silk of the panties, gliding against the smooth flesh there, the small tuft of curls, as he parted her flesh. “Remember what I said I wanted? I wanted to fuck you until you screamed yourself hoarse. I’m going to do it until you can’t stand up straight.”
Her breath caught in her throat and she started to quiver as he slid his fingers against her wet flesh, circling around the hard nub of her clitoris, teasing it before he slid one long finger inside her. She was tight. Very tight. Jamie’s lids drooped and a growl rumbled in his chest as he thought about how her snug cunt would feel closing around him. “You’re hot, you’re wet.” Dragging his fingers from her body, he brought them to his mouth and licked them while he stared into her eyes in the mirror.
“You’re tasty.”
“Jamie,” she moaned, the strength leaving her legs.
Sliding his hand down, he flicked his thumb over her clitoris before dipping his fingers back inside her wet vagina. He braced her weight with his, staring at her reflection. “Watch,” he ordered again, unable to take his own eyes from the sight of his hands on her.
Her own hands still cupped her breasts and as he watched, her fingers contracted and the flesh swelled, spilling over the scanty top of her bra. Muscles danced in her belly, and her back started to arch as she rocked her pelvis against his hand.
Lower still, he could see the line of green satin and his wrist, his fingers beneath that satin, sliding against her flesh, sliding into and out of her wet, tight body, stretching her. Pressing his cock against
her butt, he gritted his teeth. She was quivering, shaking badly now and her eyes were half-closed and completely wild. Lowering his head, he bit her where the curve of her neck ran into her rounded shoulder.
A rush of fluid soaked his hand only moments before she cried out. Her knees gave way and she sagged in his arms as a climax raged through her. He continued to stroke her and invade her body with his fingers until the last of the spasms faded away, and then Jamie pressed his lips to her hair, drawing his hand from her panties.
Gently, he lay her on the bed and settled down next to her, stroking her back as the shudders continued to wrack her body.
Rising onto his elbow a few minutes later, he stared down into her face. A smile curved her mouth, her lids were lowered, the lashes resting against the soft skin beneath her eyes. As he watched, her lids rose slowly and she stared back up at him.
“Are you sure about this, Andi?” he asked, rubbing his thumb against the swell of her breast. Are you nuts? part of him raged. She had all but thrown back the covers in invitation and like some damned saint, he kept questioning her, even as she lay in her bed, recovering from an orgasm.
He had made her look like that, had put that satisfied smile on her face, put that sated, drowsy look in her eyes. Her body reclined against a pale green comforter, her hair spilled all around them, her breasts rising and falling raggedly as she tried to calm her breathing.
“Are you sure?” he repeated, his voice tight and strained.
“A little late to ask that now, isn’t it?” she murmured, reaching up and threading her fingers through his hair. The black silk of it spilled over his brow, into his green eyes, and it felt cool and soft against her palm.
“No. If you aren’t sure, I’ll get up and leave now,” he said tightly. “It’ll damn near kill me, but I’ll do it. But you need to know, if you don’t say no, I’ll be back, and I’ll keep coming back. I want you for more than just one night.”
One brow rose in an elegant arch. “Is that supposed to bother me?”
Jamie only stared at her, rolling so that he could sit on the bed, hoping distance would clear his mind a little. He shouldn’t be here with her like this. He knew he shouldn’t. This was wrong. After this fucking mess was over…but it wasn’t, and she was right in the middle of it—innocent as an angel—but still right in the middle.
But before he could talk himself into standing up, she sat up, reached behind her and unfastened her bra. It fell away from her breasts and Jamie’s eyes dropped. Dusky pink nipples, drawn tight against the ivory satin of her skin, light blue veins tracing underneath. Then her head fell back and she reached up to lazily comb her hands through her hair, all the while watching him.
Jamie’s hands flew out, gripped her shoulders and he tumbled her back down on the bed, rolling until he could tuck her body under his. Intently, his eyes almost seeming to glow with intensity, Jamie said, “If I get inside you now, you’re mine. And I won’t let you go. Got it?” Of course, even if she did say no, he still had no intention of ever letting another man near her. She was his.
She had been since the first time they had touched.
“I want you inside me,” was all she said as she rocked her hips against him. “I want you to fuck me until I scream myself hoarse.” A flush darkened her cheeks as she paraphrased what he had told her. “And I want it now.”
Staring into her eyes, he rose to his knees between her thighs and shoved his boxers down. He reached out and dragged his pants closer, pulling a small foil packet from the back pocket. Tearing it open, he unrolled the rubber down the length of his cock, never taking his eyes from hers. Covering her body once more with his, he slid his fingers inside the damp material of her thong, and jerked. The muscles in his arm bunched tightly.
Andi heard the fragile material rip, felt the pull around her hips, and watched as he tossed the torn silk aside.
Her thighs fell open, cradling him.
Andi closed her eyes, nerves starting to settle in, as the hot length of him nudged against her. At his raspy command she opened her eyes and looked up at him. Her teeth caught her lower lip as he slid the tip of his erection inside her. “Damn it, you’re tight,” he whispered as he pulled back and eased a little deeper. The walls of her vagina closed around him like a hot, wet, velvet fist and Jamie thought he would lose it then. “Tighter than anything I’ve…”
God, please don’t let him ask, she thought desperately. If he knew he might not finish it. She reached down, cupped his hips, and arched her own. “Now, Jamie,” she pleaded, squirming against him.
With a strained breath, Jamie said, “Damn it, girl. I want this to last.”
“And I want it now,” she replied, digging her nails into his buttocks, clenching her inner muscles around him. “Make me scream, Jamie.”
Jamie drew back, staring into her eyes. Reaching down, he caught first one wrist, then the other, raising them and pinning them by her head. She continued to stare up at him, her eyes making a silent demand and her hips rocking, trying to take more of him.
With a groan, Jamie pulled all but the tip of his aching cock out, and then with a thrust of his hips, buried his entire length in her—never taking his eyes from hers as he pulled out and drove back into her.
She cried out, contracting around him in a silky little caress. Oh. Hell. The pressure inside her, and the heat, was unlike anything she had ever known. Knowing the mechanics hadn’t prepared her for this, none of the reading she had done had prepared her for how it would feel to have him pumping inside her. The vibrator hadn’t prepared her, masturbating hadn’t prepared her, nothing.
She hadn’t known it would feel so tight, so hot. She could feel the hot ridge of his penis, could feel him as he shifted positions and dragged himself across her clit, could feel the unbearable tightening of her body around his.
How had she ever lived without knowing this?
He pulled out, drove into her again, and again. Freeing one of her hands, he reached down to palm her ass, arching her hips up, forcing her to take more of his cock.
And with a slight twist of his hips, he hit that spot inside her body, growling with satisfaction as she started to quiver around him as he slammed inside her again.
She whimpered beneath him and strained upward. A flush settled on her face, spread down her neck to her breasts. Her nipples tightened into hard little buds against his chest. “Jamie, oh, please, Jamie, oh hell, please,” she chanted in a string of broken gasps as he pummeled her hips with his own.
Andi’s body closed around him like a tight, silk-covered fist, every tiny flutter of her muscles stroking him and driving him that much closer to madness. This wasn’t going to last, Jamie accepted. Not this first time.
He reached down between her thighs and found the bundle of nerves, parting the damp flesh so that every stroke of his body touched her there as well. “Come with me,” he whispered, pressing down hard on her sensitized flesh. “Scream for me, Andi. Let me hear what I do to you.”
He gritted his teeth, trying to hold off the climax that was already building, tried to wait for her to catch up with him. Moments later, his restraint became unnecessary as she cried out a second time, tears streaming out of the corners of her eyes as her orgasm ripped through her, sending her sheath into spasms around his erection. The milking sensations gripped his cock tightly, holding him as he pumped heavily inside her, gripping him greedily.
She whimpered deep in her throat, rocked against him, riding it to the very end, urging him closer to his own. His own climax hit him before he could catch his breath, racing down his spine and erupting through his loins like a volcano. Releasing her other hand, he slid his arms under hers and gripped her shoulders tightly, while his body shook.
He pressed against her, pinned her hips to the bed, grinding his pelvis against her and to his shock, she climaxed around him again, each little contraction of her body, drawing his own release out until he could barely breathe.
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nbsp; A moan rumbled from deep in his chest and then he collapsed against her.
It was sometime later when the fog that clouded his mind lifted. He lay atop her, his head between her sweat-dampened breasts, her hands curled loosely around his shoulders. Slowly, he lifted his weight off of her, propping himself on his elbows and staring up into her face. A small smile played at her mouth and, with her eyes still closed, she murmured, “I don’t think I have ever experienced anything like that in my life.”
He grinned and said, “Gimme a few minutes and we’ll see if we can repeat it.”
Drawing her arms up, she gave a feline stretch, her spine arching, torso twisting slightly under his. Then she dropped her arms, curled them around her head, and opened her eyes, staring down at him. “I guess it’s a little too late to wonder if I was too forward.”
He laughed, shifting until he lay on his back. He wrapped one arm around her shoulders and drew her closer, until she cuddled against his side. “Forward? Damn it, if I had to wait much longer, I think I’d have lost my mind.”
“We couldn’t have that,” she murmured, tracing a path across his chest with the nail of her index finger. Inside, she was pleasantly achy, and her whole body seemed warmed from the inside out.
Damn he’s sexy, she thought, lust starting to warm her belly again. His chest and abs were sleek, well-defined, and thank you, smooth, just a scattering of hair between his pecs and a slim line that started at his navel and trailed downward. And his shoulders. Flattening her hand, she smoothed it up until she could grasp one of the shoulders in question. Hard and tight, strong and muscled, without being bulky. His ass, his thighs, his everything was perfect. Locking her eyes on the latex condom that covered him, she licked her lips.
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