“Come for me.” He suckled one nipple hard while lightly pinching the other between his thumb and forefinger. Her hips continued to jerk as she rode his hard shaft. The friction between their clothing was maddening, her panty-covered clit brushing against the hard ridge of his jeans.
She closed her eyes and sank into the sensations, allowing them to take her where she wanted to be. Her lover continued to pleasure her nonstop and she took what he offered freely. He ground his erection against her pussy at exactly the right angle. Her scalp tightened and lights exploded behind her eyes as she came.
Her body jerked as she screamed her pleasure. He didn’t stop, but continued to touch her and taste her until she could take no more.
“Enough,” she gasped and then moaned again as he gradually slowed. When he released her breast, his mouth made a deep sucking sound as her nipple popped free.
Alicia managed to open her eyes a crack. She’d had orgasms before, but never anything like this. This was…incredible was the only word that came to mind. Maybe when she recovered she’d be able to think more clearly. Right now, she was happy to float in a haze of contentment.
Her lover’s hair was tousled, a lock falling on to his forehead, making him look even sexier. His lips were moist from sucking on her breasts. His eyes—a deep steel-blue—
seemed to darken as she watched him.
“You okay?”
“Hmmm.” That was the best she could manage at the moment.
He chuckled, the low, satisfied sound sending goose bumps over her arms. “I’ll take that as a yes.” Slowly, he shifted away from her and her legs slid down his thighs and landed on the floor with a thump. If he hadn’t been holding her she would have slid right down the wall to land in a heap on the floor.
Alicia realized she was standing there with her dress pinned around her waist and her breasts fully exposed. She started to struggle with the dress.
“Let me help.” He tugged the dress down instead of up and it puddled around her feet, leaving her wearing pearls, thigh-high stockings, red lace bikini pants and her bra, which was exposing more than it concealed.
She should have felt awkward, but she didn’t. With his eyes glowing with desire, she felt sensual. Powerful.
“Put your shoes on. I want to see you in those sexy high heels.”
Unable to refuse him, Alicia managed to snag her purse and dig out her shoes. He took them from her, went down on one knee in front of her and lifted one foot at a time, slipping them on.
He stood back and studied her. “Oh, yeah. Perfect.”
Her back arched naturally to accommodate the heels, thrusting her pelvis forward.
The crotch of her panties was soaked with her juices and she could feel the dampness on her inner thighs.
“Those stockings are incredibly hot.” He traced his finger over the lace at the top before brushing her inner thigh. “You’re wet for me, aren’t you?” He didn’t wait for an answer, but slid a finger beneath the elastic band of her panties and found out for himself.
“Definitely wet and hot.” He pulled his finger away and sucked on it. “Sweet and spicy all at once.”
Alicia just stared. She’d never met a man so blatantly sexual in her life. Even though she’d just had an incredible orgasm, she was aroused again.
He smiled as he tweaked her nipples, making her body quiver with need. “It’s your choice. What will it be? Do I put my boots on and leave or will you take me to your bedroom?”
For Alicia there was no choice. If she didn’t finish this, she’d always have regrets.
Reaching out, she took his hand in hers. “Follow me.”
Gill let out the breath he’d been holding. If she’d asked him to leave, he would have done so, but not without regrets. He’d never met a woman who appealed to him as much as his mystery woman. She responded to his every touch, his every caress. It was an incredible turn-on.
She wouldn’t tell him her name, not yet at any rate. But he would find out who she was. There hadn’t been that many people at the wedding. It would be a simple process of elimination to determine who she was. Besides which, he now knew where she lived.
His mystery lady was a fascinating mixture of contradictions. Beneath the conservative dress beat the heart of a sensual woman. Her choice in lingerie told him that much. She might not show it to the rest of the world, but she was letting him into her secret realm. At least for one night.
His body tightened at the thought of only having one night with her. He had a feeling that if he spent every night for the rest of his life with her, he’d never have enough. That thought almost stopped him in his tracks. This wasn’t about forever. This was about now.
He hadn’t had sex in so long, he was making more of this then he should. This was two responsible adults slaking their sexual needs.
End of story.
Too bad he didn’t quite believe himself.
He’d think about it later. Right now, he had a beautiful woman leading him into her bedroom. He kept one eye on her full, firm ass as he followed. It was barely covered by the lacy scrap of fabric that passed as underwear and the twin globes moved up and down with every step she took. The high heels made her legs look even longer.
She released his hand and turned on a bedside lamp. The light was dim, but more than enough for him to see her. The walls were a creamy yellow, the comforter on the bed was green. She bent over, pulling the covers down, exposing crisp white sheets.
Gill had the overwhelming urge to rip away her panties and take her just like that, with her legs spread and her hands on the bed. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
If he didn’t get control of himself this would be over before it even started. His balls were so tight they were ready to explode. It wouldn’t take much for him to come.
His clothing felt way too tight and confining. Opening his eyes, he watched her as he unbuttoned his shirt. Yanking it off, he tossed it on a chair in the corner. His socks followed. Reaching into his jeans pocket, he opened his wallet and pulled out a condom, tossing it on the bedside table. He was damned lucky he had one. It had been a long time since he’d needed one, but he prided himself on being prepared for any situation.
Returning his wallet to his back pocket, he shucked his jeans and dropped them to the floor. He stopped before he pulled off his boxers and glanced at her in question.
She nodded and he pushed them down and off, letting her look her fill. Her throat rippled as she swallowed and her lips parted as she licked her lips. There was no mistaking the signs. She wanted him.
He went to her side and undid her bra, dropping it to the floor. She was fidgeting with her pearls, rolling them back and forth between her fingers. Gill gently pried them loose and pulled them over her head. He had plans for those pearls.
“Up on the bed.”
She nodded, climbing on top of the covers. Gill laid the pearls aside and reached for one shoe and gently tugged it off before kissing her instep. Then he did the same with the other shoe.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, he started at her ankles, running his hands over her legs, only stopping when he reached the top of her stockings. “We’ll leave these on for now.” Anticipation thrummed through him as he imagined rolling those silky stockings down her long lovely legs, one inch at a time. He’d get to it…eventually.
“All right,” she whispered.
He picked up the pearls, holding an end in each hand. Pulling them taut, he rolled them over her stomach. She jerked and sucked in a breath before relaxing. Continuing upward, he ran them over firm breasts, making sure they touched her sensitive nipples as well.
She groaned, her eyes almost closing. Her legs sprawled open and her breathing quickened.