“I can’t wait,” I state huskily. Her eyes widen as I suddenly drop to my knees and run my hands up the front of her smooth-skinned thighs, parting them while simultaneously lifting her dress, hooking the fingers of one hand into her black lace panties and jerking them sideways. I reach around and grip her ass, pulling her forward as I bury my face between her legs, running my mouth over her, savoring her sweet, unique taste as it coats my tongue. I circle her clit and plunge two fingers inside of her, grinning as she screams with pleasure. I draw out her wetness with my retreating fingers before moving my mouth downwards, nudging the pert bundle of nerves with my nose as I thrust my jaw forward, spearing my tongue inside of her. The responding gasp and sudden bite of her fingers in my hair is gratifying, making my heart and my straining cock soar.
“Too slow, too damn much.” She groans as she grinds herself against me. Her hands frame my head as she holds me to her, willing me to speed up.
I’m struggling to hold myself in check. She deserves time and care, a soft and delicate worship. Every part of my being is screaming at me to take her hard and fast. It’s dangerous and far too tempting, but I’m not willing to risk losing control with her.
“So fucking good,” I murmur as I start long, languid strokes of my tongue along her slit. “Fucking love how wet you are for me.”
“Fuck, Callum,” she cries as her thighs clench and her climax rockets through her rigid body. Grabbing her ass in both hands, I pull her hips closer so she’s riding my face. My cock throbs against my zipper, aching with need and calling for my own release.
When her body goes limp against mine, I ease back, looking up at her and licking my lips with a smirk. “Nice appetizer. Now I think it’s time for the main course.”
Standing up slowly, I run my hands up the side of her body, pulling her dress up and off at the same time. I leave her in nothing but her matching bra and panties, still askew and baring her to me.
The smile on her flushed face is huge. Wisps of her dark hair cling to her face as she glows with the look of a woman who’s been well satisfied.
We stand there watching each other, our breathing heavy with need. I’m waiting to see what she does next. And like everything she’s done thus far, Lucia doesn’t fail to surprise me when she spins on her heels and struts seductively toward the black suede corner suite that tastefully frames the L-shaped room. With each step she takes, she captivates me—the swing of her ass, the toned lines of her back.
Reaching behind her back, she unclasps her bra, pulling it off but obscuring the view of what I’m desperately aching to see. Stopping a few feet away from the sofa, she slowly runs her hands down her naked sides. Hooking her fingers in either side of her panties, she unhurriedly bends down, easing the flimsy lace over her thighs until she’s exposed to me rendering me speechless.
“So damn sexy,” I rumble as I advance toward her. “Stay like that. Exactly like that.”
“Your wish is my command, Mr. Alexander.”
Fuck, her words hit me like a shot of lust to my groin.
My hands reach her before my body, gripping her hips before sliding around her stomach and along to cup her breasts. A perfect handful that I want to anchor myself to, never to let go of again.
“Callum, you’re not naked.” She moans, arching back into my touch.
“That would involve taking my hands off you, and I’m not sure I want to do that now.” I shake my head, trying to rid myself of the dangerous thoughts that are starting to sneak in. I need to be inside her. I need to fuck her hard and fast and stay in control before I’m tempted more than I already am.
Reluctantly dragging my hands off of her body, I quickly undo my slacks and toe off my black leather loafers. I delve my hand into my back pocket, pulling out my wallet and the condom inside it.
Returning my wallet into my pocket, I push my pants down and kick them off before slowly unbuttoning my shirt. Just as I reach the top button, Lucia moves to stand up straight, so I quickly place a firm hand between her shoulders and ease her back down to a right angle. “Stay just like that. I need to take you right here. Just like this. Your ass grinding against my cock as I thrust inside of you.”
“Callum,” she moans as I watch her hand delve between the apex of her thighs, slowly stroking her soaked core.
I rip the foil wrapper with my teeth and sheath my cock, stroking myself firmly a few times as I watch her fingers dip inside. I line myself up with her entrance, resting there while I lean my bare chest over her back. I reach up and shift her hair over one shoulder, placing a reverent kiss at the top of her spine. It’s a measured move aimed to reassure her, and a complete contrast to what my instincts are calling at me to do.
“Inside of me, Callum. I need to feel you.” She groans, her body quivering with need, already desperate for release again.
“Hold on, Luce,” I spit out, as I wrap my arms around her chest and grip her breasts. I watch as she grabs the edge of the couch, her fingers turning white as the anticipation spikes, and I drive into her in one deep, hard thrust.
“Cal . . .” Her moans grow louder as I begin my punishing assault. Our hips jar together as I push forward and she pulls back.
“So . . . fucking . . . good.” I grunt against her neck, my teeth grazing the delicate skin below her ear. I’m not normally vocal during sex. But then again, I’m not normally so close, so intimate with the women I’m sleeping with either.
I can’t be anything but close with Lucia though. It’s akin to an out-of-body experience just being in her presence.
Feeling the pull of my release edge impossibly close, combined with the tightening of Lucia’s sex becoming a rhythmic pulse of the likes I never want to end, I drag one hand down her stomach and frame the connection of our bodies with my fingers.
Not stopping our mind-blowing tempo for even a moment, my other hand grabs Lucia’s hair firmly and turns her face to mine. My breath stops when I see the feral eyes of a woman on the edge of climax. Her face is flushed and clammy, her breath coming out in forced pants with every thrust of my cock inside of her, and her pupils are wide and dilated. “You like it rough, Luce? You like my cock hammering into your cunt?”
“Yessss . . . f . . . fuck!” she stutters.
“You’re a dirty girl. I love a woman who knows what she wants and goes after it. Even better if she’s the type of woman who knows what she likes and makes it happen.” I thrust harder, our bodies slapping together with every drive inside of her. I rest my mouth just below her ear, whispering hoarsely, “Are you going to make it happen, Luce? You want to come all over my cock and make me lose control?” I lean forward until I’m just an inch away from her mouth, watching as her tongue darts out and moistens her parched lips.
Then she shocks the hell out of me, turning the tables when she grabs my hand from between us and without breaking eye contact, sucks my wet fingers into her mouth, suckling them hard and fast. It’s exactly how her lips would feel wrapped around my cock. Suddenly my thoughts are a haze, my brain focused on one thing—my impending climax.
“Luce,” I shout, as she tightens around me, catapulting my release sooner than I’d thought possible, my hand stifling Lucia’s scream as she follows me again over the edge.
Resting my sweaty forehead against her back, I continue to thrust in and out of her slowly, gently, riding out the waves of her orgasm, and she leans forward against the couch, which has undoubtedly been moved out of place by now.
Then my brain reengages with my body and I realize what I’ve done. I let myself go, not in control of my actions. That mind-blowing sexual encounter could’ve gone so wrong and I would’ve been powerless to stop it. It’s only that my body had reached its limit and succumbed to the need for release that things didn’t get out of hand. I’m usually in control of my sexual experiences, never losing sight of what I’m doing and whom I’m doing it with. Making sure that they get off before I do so that I’m never striving to give them the elusive orgasm in a way they never would’ve experienced before.