“Fuck, you’re a gorgeous thing,” I muttered. “Can you feel how hard you make me? Do you know how hard it was to sit at the same dinner table as you, knowing how pretty you look when you come? How beautiful your skin looks with my orgasm decorating it?”
“All I know is that when you’re like this, I can’t fight it,” she confessed, her legs wrapping around me. Her high heels dug into my back, and I loved it, fucking loved it. “I can fight your ice, but I can’t fight your heat.”
“This is more than heat,” I muttered, ducking my head to suck on a nipple through her dress. It was already hard and jutting through the fabric for me. Like my dick, it was pouting to be played with. “This is pure filth, and you love it.”
“God help me, I do,” she murmured. “But it’ll be out of my system after tonight.”
Not if I have anything to say about it. I didn’t say that out loud, however.
“I want to fuck you into this sofa,” I growled instead. “I want to get so deep inside you that I’m part of you.”
She slid her hands through my hair and yanked my face up to hers, pressing her lips to mine. “I want you to try,” she said between hungry kisses. “Close the door. I don’t want anything stopping this.”
Fuck, neither did I. I gave her a quick, hard kiss and then pushed off the sofa, wincing a little at the jagged throbbing in my dick. I was hard enough to pound nails, my balls full and heavy, and I needed out. I needed to be unzipped and into Tanith’s snug little cunt.
I closed the door and locked it for good measure, then I returned to her, shucking my suit jacket as I went. I unknotted my tie and tugged it free of my collar, and then I draped both jacket and tie carefully over a chair. I didn’t want them to wrinkle in case I had to wear them again later tonight—although if I had my way, anything I’d be doing later tonight wouldn’t require clothes at all.
She looked like a wet dream right now, lit only by firelight, her silky hair spilling everywhere and her party dress falling open to reveal the lithe expanse of her upper thighs. She still wore her cute heels and her brainy glasses, but her jutting nipples and flushed chest made a lewd little liar out of her. She wasn’t just a clever intern or an ambitious future editor. She was a girl who needed to come more than she needed her next breath.
She was a girl who was burning alive for me.
Tanith stroked up her thigh as I approached, her eyes tracing greedily up my body. “I want to see you,” she murmured, her fingers tracing higher and higher, reaching the top of the dress’s slit and pushing it up. “I want to see your cock.”
Fuuuck me. “It wants that too,” I grunted, unzipping my trousers. But I didn’t pull myself free yet. I set to unbuttoning my shirt first. I wanted to feel those slender hands all over my skin, tracing up my abdomen and pressing against my chest. “Show me what’s between your legs, Tanith. Show me where I’m about to be.”
I was expecting pretty little knickers, or another thong maybe. But she stunned me . . . giving me a saucy smile and spreading her legs to reveal her naked pussy. I froze. I couldn’t breathe at the sight of it.
And when she trailed her fingers over the soft slit, I had to clench my entire body to keep from spurting into my boxer briefs.
“Bloody Christ,” I rasped, stepping forward. I dropped to my knees by the sofa like a man at worship, totally entranced, utterly devoted. My cock throbbed and throbbed as I studied her perfect pussy. Bare, with a tight seam and a little pink pearl of a clit at the top.
“Wider. Show me more. The inside of it,” I demanded. I didn’t care that I’d never asked this of a girl before—that I’d never needed it like I needed it now. It didn’t matter. My days of polite, efficient sex were over.
I now lived and breathed Tanith Bradford, and I would know her every secret, her every hidden place, and I would claim each one for myself.
She was as far gone as I was because she didn’t argue at all. She merely nodded and bit her lip, using both hands to pet over her pretty mound. Then she reached lower and slowly spread herself open for me, revealing a furrow of pink and then a tight, glistening opening.
A guttural noise tore from my throat as she showed me the small, velvet place I was about to fuck. I’d needed to see this for months, fantasized about nothing else as I’d jerked off alone in my room at Pembroke, and still the sight of it was almost more than I could take. This was the kind of pussy that made people start wars.
“Oh, love,” I said hoarsely. “I’ve never seen anything like this.”
Her lip still caught in her teeth, she spread herself even wider, moving her legs so everything was illuminated by the low light of the fire. Her ripe berry of a clit, her slick hole, the tight rosebud of her arse underneath.
“Got to smell you,” I said, and I ducked down to run the tip of my nose along her petals.
She gasped, nearly letting go of herself.
