He gave me the ghost of a smirk as his hands finally, mercifully moved down my hips, and found my hips. He held me tight—then moved around to grip my ass.
I sucked in a breath, surprised.
“You keep throwing yourself at me,” he whispered. “Are you going to be surprised when I take you and keep you?”
“Are you going to be surprised when you find out that’s exactly what I want?”
I saw the indecision warring in him. I loved it, and wanted more. I stood up on my toes and kissed his neck, reaching up to run my hands up his back then into his hair. I kissed his neck, then his throat, and his hands gripped my ass even tighter. He let out the softest growl as I finally reached his lips—
And he kissed me, sucking in a breath, and turning me. He pushed me back against the wall, pinning me there. I gasped, but he was still on me, still kissing me, and pleasure and joy and need exploded through my body.
His hands were on me then like he’d been missing every inch of my skin. He undressed me, top first, bottom next, and his lips never once left my neck, or my collarbones, or my breasts. He teased me so slowly, like he marveled at my skin, at the way his finger dimpled my flesh, or the way I reacted to his motions—hard nipples, soft gasps. His jaw remained clenched, like he couldn’t quite relax, and I loved that he was still torn, loved that even though he was convinced this was a bad idea, he still couldn’t help himself.
Because he wanted me more than anything else.
And I wanted him, was willing to torch my career for it.
I yanked down his pants and felt his hard shaft in my hands. He kissed my neck then pulled my hair as I stroked him. I let out soft gasps when his hands moved between my legs, and I realized I was soaked—almost embarrassingly wet. I didn’t think I could feel better, at least until his fingers began to tease me, rolling around my stiff clit as I stroked him faster, moaning into his kiss.
“We both know this won’t end well,” he whispered as his fingers moved up inside of me, making my back arch. He bit my nipples and teased them with his tongue as his fingers worked their magic. He was a surgeon, a man that worked with his hands, and he knew exactly how to use them to his advantage—and how to make me feel like heaven was wrapping itself around my body.
“I think this is going to end perfectly,” he whispered, grinning. “I think you’re making all the right moves.”
He chuckled and I moaned as he did something unbelievable with his thumb. “You know what I mean. You’re going to come for me, and I’m going to come inside of you, and when we’re finished we’re going to do it again, and again, and nothing will be fixed. We’ll be back where we started.”
“Does it matter?” I asked. “We have right now.”
“I can’t think that way.”
“Try.” I stared into his eyes and kissed him.
He moved me to the couch, and he tried.
His mouth between my legs, his fingers, and lips. He gave me what I wanted. Everything drove me wild, until he slid himself between my legs and filled me on a single thrust, both our bodies together, and moans dribbling from my lips. He took me deep and slow, deep and slow, and we built into our own rhythm.
The world ceased to matter.
“From the first second I saw you, I wanted this,” he whispered. “From the first time I tasted you, I wanted more. And now, I know I can’t stop.”
“You think I’m ruining you,” I moaned.
“No, but I’m afraid I’m ruining you.”
“Good,” I said. “Ruin me.”
Sweat dripped down between my breasts as he fucked me. His body was immaculate, a gorgeous shrine to perfection, and I felt every inch of him, his skin, his hard cock sinking deep between my legs. I writhed my hips, moving with him, and I tumbled down into that dark pit of pleasure, where nothing else mattered except for the sounds he made and the pleasure I felt.
I rode him and his tongue rolled around my nipples.
He turned me around and spanked me hard, until my ass was red and raw.
And when I finally came, pleasure exploding through my body like an anchor dropped through the sea, writhing along the full length of his hard shaft, I knew he wasn’t kidding: when this was done, there’d be more.
He came next, deep inside of me, and we collapsed onto the couch together, breathing hard.
I kissed his chest, then his chin. He kissed me back and cupped my ass. I straddled his leg, feeling that incredible floating stillness that always came over getting off.