seduction.
“Not that I shouldn’t go home.”
“I know. And I should be out in my vineyard, working.”
“So what’re we gonna do?”
“How tired are you?”
“I’m never that tired.”
“I was hoping you weren’t.”
“I knew you were hoping that.”
“Don’t think you know everything about me.”
“I’ve got a feeling I’m gettin’ close to knowing everything about you.”
“Sex-wise you mean.”
'No, I meant your favorite CDs.”
“Just for that, I may not want to have sex with you.”
“That’ll be the day.”
“You think I can’t go without sex?”
“Yeah.”
She saw the certainty in his eyes, heard it in his voice, realized he might understand her better than she understood herself. “It’s all your fault.” A flat, almost resentful note in her voice.
“I know how you feel,” he grumbled, a scowl drawing his dark brows together. “I’ve been trying to leave before I even got here.”
She suddenly grinned. “It’s not as though it’s the worst problem in the world, I suppose, what with the Middle East currently going up in flames.”
A smile slowly formed on his mouth. “I guess. Put it in perspective-right? But I’m tellin’ you, this is sorta getting out of hand.”
She slid her fingers through his. “Could we talk about this later?”
“After you come?”
“And after you come.”
His grip tightened, and he jerked her against his body, his free hand skimming down her back, cupping her bottom, holding her hard against his cock. “What if I feel like doing it right here?”
“You can’t.”
“I can do anything I want.” Putting action to words, he pulled her toward the pantry, opened the door, shoved her in, and shut the door behind them.
“Really, Jake… wouldn’t it be more comfortable-” He’d pushed her up against the door and was unzipping her shorts. “What if someone came in?”
“Like who?”
“Like anyone or may-”
He kissed her hard, stopping her objections, which weren’t very convincing anyway, since she’d begun moving her hips in a show-me-what-you’ve-got way. Although even if her protests had been convincing, he might not have noticed, since he was busy shoving her shorts down her legs.
“Jake-stop!” This time there was no question she meant it.
“Uh-uh.” That male-brain single-focus thing was operating at the max. He lifted her up, kicked away her shorts, and ran his middle finger down her cleft in a practiced checking-on-progress stroke.
It took her a moment to drag her senses back to reality after his titillating scouting maneuver. But once back on track, she said, heatedly, “Stop! You don’t have a condom!”
“Don’t worry, baby. I won’t come in you.”
He was stroking her clitoris, every one of her sexual receptors was panting in response, sending competing messages to her brain apropos the importance of condoms. And when she should be responsible and engaged, her brain seemed to be turning to mush.
He was unzipped a second later and forcing her thighs apart with his muscular thighs, pushing his swollen cock up into her with his own very specific style of engagement. Propelling her up on her toes, he grunted in satisfaction as he thrust in up to the hilt and lifted her completely off her feet. As she started to fall, he quickly slid his hands under her bottom, picked her up, wrapped her legs around his waist and, without missing a beat, swung his hips out and drove back in again hard, hard,
Leaning into her, he pressed her back against the door while she clung to him and met each pounding, fevered thrust.
“What are you doing getting fucked in your pantry?” he said, thickly. “I thought you didn’t want to.”
“Screw you,” she muttered, rankled at his knowing tone, chafing as well that she wanted him with an almost unfathomable intensity.
They could have been animals mating, she thought, her panting, him growling, each uttering guttural, throaty moans deep in their throats. Mere days ago, she couldn’t have contemplated such outrageously wanton feelings, no more than she could have considered overlooking the lack of a condom. And here she was, throwing caution to the winds just to feel the raw, feverish pleasure he so casually offered.
How did he inspire this overwrought nymphomania? Was it him or her or some odd, compelling combination of the two?
His arms abruptly tightened.
As if she was alert to his every mood, she looked up.
He smiled faintly, neither resentful nor ruffled-other than sexually. He was exclusively focused on getting off. “No rush,” he politely said. “Just wondering.” He’d actually considered coming in her, a notion so shocking it had sent his adrenaline into the stratosphere, instantly clearing his mind. On the other hand, he couldn’t last forever.
“Are you waiting for me?” Her gaze was heated, her voice breathy with need, issues of unfathomable need obliterated by more gratifying sensations.
“Take your time.”
He didn’t mean it. “You come. I can wait,” she said, inexplicably willing to subordinate her pleasure to his like some harem slave or vassal handmaiden from ages past.
“Uh-uh… we’ll both come; I’ll fill you full of my sperm,” he said, his voice a low, sexy rasp. “That way I’ll leave my mark on you, and other men will know you’re taken-that you’re my property. No one else will be able to screw you-just me. Only I can cram my cock in you and make you scream for more. Would you like that?”
The pulsing ache inside her had reached fever pitch at his words, the entire focus of her senses on his cock sliding in and out of her flame-hot vagina.
“Answer me,” he growled, “or I’ll take it out.”
“Yes, yes-please don’t!”
“Good girl. Here, babe-you can have it back.”
She gasped, the jolt of his cock hitting bottom spiking through her brain, the aftermath rippling outward in concentric waves of heated bliss.
“Maybe I should keep you tied to my bed,” he murmured, “so you’ll always be there to fuck me. Then when I come home, you’ll be waiting for me, with your cunt wet with longing. I’ll ram my big stiff prick into your tight little pussy and fill you with come over and over again. How would you like that? Would you like me to fill you to overflowing? ”
She wasn’t able to answer. She was climaxing.
Like he wanted.
And just in the nick of time, he determined, jerking out and coming all over her stomach.
After he’d found some paper towels and wiped off and wiped her off, he helped her on with her shorts. Patting the zipper in place, he dropped a kiss on her nose. “Thanks, babe. I needed that.”
“As if I didn’t. By the way, you’re good,” she said with a sunny smile. “You should do phone sex.”
He grinned. “Just for you, I’m on call twenty-four/ seven.”
