“Are you okay if I fuck you long and hard right here in this kitchen?” He skimmed his hands down her sides before moving his fingers to the button of her black leather pants; then he popped it out, relishing the way her breath hitched. He pulled off her pants and dropped them on the floor, revealing a tiny scrap of lace that was the only thing covering her core. The sight gave him the perfect idea. “Lay back on the table, Shelby.” He let out a hiss of a breath when she complied, spreading her legs as she did so. “Damn, you’re so wet for me already, aren’t you?”
She shot him a wicked grin. “Since I saw you sitting on my steps.”
It could be her answer or the sight of her like that had him to yank down his jeans, pull her panties to the side, and drive straight and hard into her. Either way, she nearly squeezed the air out of his lungs. Something hungry and needy inside him demanded release to claim her, to make her his.
He didn’t question it. Really, he didn’t question anything when it came to Shelby. The woman was different from anyone else he’d ever met. She didn’t look at him and see the shadow of someone better. She saw him.
The center of her dark panties was several shades darker than the rest, and he breathed in the intoxicating scent of her arousal as he slid his thumb across her covered clit. She let out an appreciative moan and pushed her hips higher, pressing against his thumb.
“I love seeing you like this, so hot and ready.” Ian slid the lace down her legs and dropped it to the floor.
He ran the backs of his knuckles across her exposed wet folds, so lightly that he was barely touching but more than enough to have both of them straining for more.
Her thighs trembled. “Fuck, Ian.”
His cock twitched in anticipation. “That’ll come later.”
First he wanted to watch her ride that wave. He slid a finger into her entrance, circling it so it rubbed against every millimeter of her, slow and steady. Her thighs quivered and she lifted her hips in a silent plea for more.
“What do you want?” he asked.
She grabbed the edges of the table as if she had to anchor herself to reality. He understood the need exactly, except he was anchoring himself to her. Nothing felt more right than that. Forget one-night rules or zip-code requirements or anything else. This was where he belonged—with Shelby always.
“So slick. So soft. Let’s see how you taste.” The truth was, he couldn’t wait any longer.
Lowering his mouth to her core, he lapped at her folds as she twined her fingers through his hair in encouragement. She didn’t have to worry; he’d give her whatever she wanted. He glided his tongue across her clit, hard enough to push her to the edge but soft enough to leave her wavering on it without going over. Mouth, tongue, and fingers, he used them all to take her higher, to make her feel at this moment the way he felt about her every time he saw her—that rush of excitement and desire and something more that made being with her different. He couldn’t explain it. He didn’t understand it. He just needed her. Period.
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Shelby was on the edge. With each touch, each lick, the pleasure pulsed through her, She’d known it would be like this from their first kiss in the cabin—an almost desperate need for him and him alone. The electric vibrations in her thighs built higher and higher until her orgasm broke.
A blissful haze surrounded her, making any movement seem like it was beyond possibility, but she couldn’t let it take over just yet. She needed more. She needed Ian. Sitting up, she looked at him standing between her legs, a lusty gleam darkening his eyes, his lips wet with her pleasure, and the clear outline of his hard cock visible against his jeans.
She got down from the table and reached behind her to unfasten her bra, slipping it off and dropping it to the floor. He, however, had too many clothes on. Without hesitation, she grasped the hem of his T-shirt and yanked it up, pulling it over his head, and tossing it away. Next, she went to work on his jeans, lowering the zipper, barely breathing as she did so, desperate to feel him.
Lowering herself to her knees as she took down his jeans and boxer briefs, she held her breath as his hard cock appeared, the tip wet with pre-cum. Some things weren’t meant to be resisted. She licked and teased the head, sucking him into her mouth and relishing the resulting moan of appreciation. Then she took him deeper, teasing him with her tongue and sucking him hard as he rocked his hips in perfect rhythm with her mouth. It was so good how he filled her mouth. Even though she’d already come, her body was revving up for more, her core aching and desperate for Ian—only Ian.
Giving him one last lick, she looked up at him. “I need you inside me.”
Eyes dark with desire, he sat down on the kitchen chair. “I’m here for whatever you want.”
Best. Answer. Ever.
She swiped a condom from her purse and rolled it on his hard cock. Then, unable to wait any longer, beyond desperate for him, she braced her hands on his shoulders and lowered herself, taking him in completely in one long, torturously amazing stroke. He filled her, giving her exactly what she needed. He always did.
Ian wasn’t hers, not the way she wanted him to be, but she couldn’t deny him. Being with him was beyond dangerous, but she couldn’t stop and didn’t want to. She rocked against him on the downward thrust as her nails dug into his shoulders.
“That’s it, Shelby,” he said, his hands on her hips, lifting her and bringing her back down on him hard. “Take what you want.”
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