She was hypnotized by his voice. And really excited. All she had on was the sundress and a tiny wisp of material for panties. That fact alone excited her. She moved toward him, as if pulled by an invisible length of string.
Very deliberately he undid the top button of the sundress, showing the very tops of her breasts. Then the next button. And the next. The top of the dress came apart easily, showing her to him. He reached for her, but stopped himself. She almost whimpered.
“I want to watch you. Can I watch you?” he asked in a low voice.
She nodded, feeling like a pool of liquid, just shimmering on the surface, and having no solid mass.
He took off his T-shirt. She’d forgotten how magnificent he was. Broad shoulders, broad chest, and a complete six-pack. Obviously she’d seen him before, several times in the past day or two, but this time she watched him too. How his muscles moved under his skin as he moved.
“Take off your dress,” he said simply.
She unbuttoned the entire front of her dress and slowly peeled it off, shucking it from one shoulder, then the other. His eyes never left her. He watched the expression on her face, her shoulders as the dress fell from them, and then her whole body as she stood before him. Never had anyone watched her so intently. Never had she felt so turned on.
“Take off your panties,” he growled.
She was so wet for him, that all she wanted to do was to put her hands between her legs for some sweet relief. But instead, she turned away from him, looked over her shoulder to make sure he was still looking, and bent at the waist to remove her panties. She slowly dragged them down her legs until she was resting her hands on the floor. She picked up one foot to take them off, and then placed it down much farther away from her other leg. If he was going to watch her, she wanted him to see everything.
“Turn around.”
She turned to face him, totally naked, totally turned on. “Take off your pants. It’s only fair.” She smiled at him with her best, most innocent smile.
He took off his pants, and as she’d thought, he was commando. His dick sprang free, and her mouth watered at the sight of him. She suddenly had a reality check. She was in an ancient temple, on the run from police—or worse—and the magnificent man in front of her had just dropped his pants. David, who she’d dreamed about for nearly a year. David, who was making her mouth water at the thought of having his dick in her mouth. She was a different person. She didn’t care.
“Play with your nipple for me. I want to see how hard you can make it.” He leaned against the wall, his hand almost absently stroking his stomach.
She brought one hand up to her breast, but he stopped her before she could.
“Lick your fingers first.”
She couldn’t help but smile. He was a dream come true. She stepped closer to him, so they were only a few feet apart. She licked her fingers, and then inserted them into her mouth and sucked at them. She heard his breathing change. Victory. Instead of stroking her breasts first, she went straight for her nipple, running her slick fingers around it, and then pinching it until she could actually feel the wetness between her legs. She closed her eyes and moaned.
“Is this how you pleasure yourself when you’re alone?” he asked in a hoarse voice.
Her eyes opened. Slowly she shook her head, her hand dropping to her side.
“Show me. Pretend I’m looking in from the house next door. Pretend I was getting ready for bed, and I just happened to glance up to see you. What would you be doing?”
She looked around and perched on one of the large stones. “I’d be doing this,” she whispered. She took both breasts in her hands and stroked them with all her fingers splayed. Her fingers came together at the point of her nipples and she pulled them both lightly, pinching them until they throbbed. When she let go of them, they were totally erect, and David’s eyes never left them.
Then she moved her legs apart, lying back along the stone. Her hands then trailed down from her breasts, over her stomach, to her thighs. Her fingers danced on her thighs, stroking higher and higher until they grazed the small amount of hair she had there. She could almost feel the heat from her body. Goosebumps erupted as a breeze threaded through the temple. Her skin tightened everywhere, enhancing her arousal.
She opened her eyes. He had come closer. He was just a couple of feet from her, stroking his dick as he watched her. She took a breath and watched for a second. She didn’t think she had seen anything more beautiful in her life.
“What? Don’t you think that this is what I’d be doing if I’d caught sight of you doing this in the next-door house? I can guarantee that I’d be doing this. I’d try to prolong it as long as possible, so I can see you touch your pussy. Are you going to? I want to see you show me how wet you are right now.”
Heat shook through her as she widened her already open legs. Then she used her fingers to open herself to him, knowing there was no way he wouldn’t be able to see how wet she was, even in this light.
He took a shuddering breath as he watched her. “I want to see you come. Make yourself come for me, baby.”
Her heart jumped and a fire lit inside her. She pulled herself more firmly onto the stone and used both hands on herself. One hand stroked her clitoris, slowly to start, and then faster. Spikes of white heat flashed around her body as her muscles melted against the stone. She pushed two fingers up inside her as she continued to stroke, letting him watch her thrust her fingers in and out. In and out. In seconds she felt herself climb that wave, cresting until her orgasm racked through her body.
Before she’d even stopped shuddering, he was on his knees in front of her, his whole mouth around her, sucking, and tonguing her into another wave. His teeth grazed her already sensitive clitoris as his tongue pushed into her. The overwhelming sensation pushed her into another climax, sharper and shorter this time. She gasped for air, but he gave her no time to relax. He pulled her onto her feet and bent her over the rock. He slid into her immediately, groaning as he filled her.
“Yes,” she panted. “Yes, more.” She wanted him to lose control, she wanted to feel that power. Her breasts grazed the cool stone as he fucked her. Thrusting into her hard and fast. She tried to use her muscles to grip him, but he was too strong. Too firm in his movements.
His breathing ratcheted up a notch. “You’re unbelievab—” he started to say. He gasped out her name as he came, pushing as far into her as he could get.
Molly pushed herself up from the stone, and stretched her back, arching it and then flattening it again, aware that as she did it she was providing extra friction on his dick. He groaned. “You’re some kind of sorceress. I’ve never met anyone like you.” His hands stilled her, and she eased around, allowing him to withdraw.
His eyes were intense, and she wanted to say something funny to relieve the tension, but instead he dipped his head to kiss her. He tasted of sweat and of her. He pulled her to him and kissed her hard, his tongue demanding and controlling, sending shivers through her body. She moaned against his mouth and pressed herself against him. He pulled her into a hug, and nuzzled her neck.
This was the real deal, she was sure of it. And she wasn’t going to let him go.
But she also wasn’t going to let him be blamed for anything she’d gotten herself into.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Come here,” he said lazily, watching her look for her clothes in the dim light. He had redressed, well his pants at least, and she was looking adorably perplexed.
“I was wearing underwear, wasn’t I?” she asked, eyes still on the ground.
“They were very pretty. Now come here.”
She stopped looking and shucked on her sundress, unfortunately. She still looked like heaven to him.