A sexual dry spell had tightened her entrance but Holden had her so wet, he effortlessly breached her warm opening and began stroking her insides. Mary Allison’s diaphragm contracted sharply as he tilted his finger and nudged around in a frantic search, no doubt wondering if she was one of the lucky ladies with a highly responsive G-spot. Within a few seconds, she offered him the answer, jolting and squealing as his long, stiff finger struck sensual gold. Mary Allison closed her eyes and bit down on her bottom lip as a second finger scooted inside of her and began to thrust while the original digit continued to lavish attention on her sweet spot. As a third finger joined the dance, she writhed uncontrollably while Holden’s thumb upped the titillation, dancing the tango across her aching button of arousal at an almost hypnotic tempo.
An unsettling loss of control made Mary Allison feel as if some unseen force had taken over her will. Her body’s inclination was to open up like a flower, blooming passionately, but her sense of reason beckoned her to be prudent. Allowing Holden to take her in hand completely would leave her too vulnerable. Besides, she wanted to make him lose his own wits.
Mimicking his actions from earlier, Mary Allison placed her hand on his knee and slid her palm upward until it rested on the growing bulge beneath the zipper of his jeans. The sudden contact caused him to buck. While rubbing his dick over his pants, she elicited Holden’s first groan. Hearing the sound made a jolt of excitement radiate from her core out to her limbs. Even as she explored his body, she panted, enthralled as his focused endeavors reached maximum velocity, causing her to lose focus. While her insides pumped passion’s nectar and her clit swelled with unbridled lust, her pussy twitched and her heart thumped, shaking her like the loud bass from a car stereo turned up to full blast. She opened her mouth, letting out a shrill cry followed by a series of whines and whimpers while Holden applied some extra pressure and sent her to the edge. Her folds drowning in warmth, her sweet spot exploded with bliss, awakening a ravenous beast sleeping beneath her still exterior. Her climax roared deep in the pit of her belly, bursting forth to attack any semblance of modesty or self-control, chewing and clawing its way from her core to every muscle in her body and rushing forth in a rabid, shaking fury as she clamped down on Holden’s fingers and cried out. As she released his probing digits, he slid them out of her, but the effects lingered on, making her too shaky to move from her perch for a few moments.
Embarrassed beyond words, she lifted her head from Holden’s shoulder and turned her flushed face toward him but kept her gaze on his zipper as she popped open the button on his jeans. She bit down on her bottom lip as she glimpsed at his Pacific surf-colored eyes, and when a cute, sheepish smile turned his lips upward, they looked utterly kissable. She panted, hoping he was as smitten with her as she was with him.
Magnetism exuded from him, threatening to make her swoon as he put his wet fingers into his mouth, tasting her juices as he licked them clean. He pulled her close, capturing her mouth for their first deep kiss. Holden’s lips felt soft but firm while his tongue’s enthusiastic plundering drove her wild.
She unzipped his pants, but unlike her, he was wearing underwear. With one finger, she traced the outline of his engorged member, fascinated by the size. Never in a million years would she have guessed he had been hiding such a monster beneath his clothes. Just as her fingertips scurried up to his waistband and began to pull the elastic away from his warm flesh, an unwelcome sound interrupted. Holden tensed, trying to ignore the ringtone, but instead of going away, the noise kept coming.
He growled, balling up his fist and shaking it close to his face. “Fuck!”
Tilting her head, she widened and lowered her eyes, puckering her lips into a seductive pout. “Yes please.”
Holden’s gaze met hers roaming toward the ceiling, his lips curving into a bittersweet smile before he shook his head in disbelief. “Why now? I can’t fucking believe he is doing this to me.” He huffed as the phone paused and then began to ring anew. “I’m sorry but it’s work. I have to answer.”
Mary Allison hid her disappointment as best she could. “Of course.”
While grabbing his cell, Holden slipped out into the kitchen to take his call. Mary Allison took the opportunity to use her blanket to tidy up the couch before throwing it in the laundry room and running back to seductively drape her body across the arm of the sofa. When Holden returned and took a look at her stance, his face went from downtrodden to stricken.
“Problem?” She lifted her chin while wetting her bottom lip with her tongue.
Holden sighed loudly. “Mark Melton is freaking out. His drop-dead date is Monday and his assistant has the flu. He’s convinced he can’t finish alone and is
