“Technically that counted as foreplay.” She licked her lips and smiled at his groan. “The rocking portion of the evening will have to wait.”
“You’re telling me. My fucking knees are still shaking.”
When she grinned, he grabbed her wrist and spun her around, settling her back in his arms where she belonged. She gasped as he undid her jeans and pushed his hand into them, expecting to encounter her panties. What he found was the scorching heat of her wet pussy.
“Shit, Karyn.” He bit her earlobe and savored the jolt that shot through her body. “You like giving blowjobs, don’t you?”
“I like…” She moaned at the insistent press of his index finger against her clit. He palmed her breast with his other hand, squeezing gently. He plucked at her nipples, first one then the other, her soft cries goading him. God, he loved her breasts. Full and perfect and meant for him to suck. His. All his.
Now he wouldn’t have to share her.
“You like?” he prompted, biting her again, this time lightly on the soft skin behind her ear. She whimpered and jerked against him with enough force to rouse his cock from dozing to fully awake.
He smothered a chuckle. “Once more. You like…?”
She turned her head and leaned forward to capture his mouth. “I like giving them to you. Just you.”
He thrust his tongue inside to war with hers while he tormented the tight bundle of nerves. He flicked the eager flesh, rubbed it, ground his palm against her mound. She moaned and arched into every stroke.
Jeff slipped his leg between hers, widening her stance until he could slide his finger inside her. Her inner walls clutched at him when he moved in and out. Slowly. Teasing her the same way she’d teased him. Sensing she could take no mo
re, he worked her jeans down her legs. “Take them off. Now.”
She did as he asked. Then she stepped back into her heels and turned to face him, a tempting smile on her lips. “What new experiences are you going to give me tonight?”
Her breathless question made him cut off an oath. He grabbed her waist and shifted their positions until her shoulders met the wall. Watching her, he removed his jeans and yanked off his shirt, throwing the clothes aside with the haste of a year apart.
The longest year of his life.
She handed him the drugstore bag and he lifted a brow at the jumbo box—make that boxes—of condoms. “Ambitious. I like it.”
“We have a lot of time to make up for.”
“Not arguing there. We’ll get more creative later, but sometimes the oldies but goodies suffice. Like good old-fashioned wall sex.” He suited up as fast as his tense fingers allowed and gripped her thigh. “Heels off,” he said.
Once she’d done as he asked, he dragged the handy end table beside the door closer. Without waiting for direction, she propped her foot on the edge of the low surface. “Easy launch,” she said with a grin.
His gaze lingered between her legs. Shadows dipped and caressed her sex, a whole new kind of torment. If he didn’t get inside her soon, he’d start begging again, and that wouldn’t be pretty.
“Make that hard launch, doll face.” He gave up trying for style points and inched into her snug pussy. She released a long sigh as he sank inside—dammit, she’d gotten even slicker, even hotter—and rocked her hips to invite him deeper.
“Jeff,” she moaned his name, almost making him come on the spot. “Please.”
Her foot flexed on the table as he rocketed all the way in with one forceful thrust, simultaneously swallowing her whimper with his mouth. Her heat wrapped around him, dragging him from the threshold of lust to blind, pulsing need in a heartbeat. “Gonna be rough,” he warned, already battering her with short, merciless strokes.
She rimmed her lips with her tongue. “Bring it,” she challenged.
He brought it. Hard, fast, with all of his frustration and every wet dream from the last year wrapped up in the hope and desire she’d evoked tonight. He lowered his tongue to her nipple, swirling each tight peak in turn until she writhed and panted.
Her noises drove him out of his mind. Hearing her lose herself like that… God, it was so sexy. He wanted to make her come all night long.
Tonight, he would.
He grabbed a handful of her ass, jerking her up and down the wall, letting her feel every bit of his cock. His balls clenched as she drew her arms up, crossing them behind her head so that her breasts jutted outward, bouncing without restraint. She let out a keening, sharp sound as her inner walls rippled around him. “Jeff,” she pleaded.
Poised on the edge of her orgasm, she stared into his eyes, connecting them so powerfully he went on autopilot. He thrust into her harder and tugged on her hair, bringing her lips to his an instant before the first spasm shook her. Moan after moan left her mouth and flowed into his. All the while he fought the urge to join her, to fall one more time.
He couldn’t hold back. Didn’t want to. After being consumed for so long by thoughts of the one night they’d had—how could it have been just one night?—having her here seemed unbelievable. Better than any fantasy.