wanted to look sexy today; I had every intention of seducing him before we
parted ways. The kissing, touching, and ear nibbling had built up to this
moment and my body was screaming for him. There was nothing I could do
but go along.
When the elevator began to rise he captured me in his arms,
my head rested snugly against his rib cage. Muscles of tuned steel
rippled beneath his shirt and my hands flashed out to touch him. The
ridges below his breasts and the tightness of his abdomen riled me; already I
could feel the steam coming from the opening in my shirt. My hands ran
lower to touch below his belt for the first time. He pressed against me
tightly, running his tongue in circles on the nape of my neck as I felt between
his thighs. His thighs were thick, and beneath the camouflage and I’d
felt baseball bats that were thinner than the pulsing organ that leapt at the
pressure of my hand.
Lifting me into his arms his lips met mine again, now
kissing with the promise of release. I’m not even really sure why we
waited to do this. Carson and Steve’s wedding was three days ago, and the
spark had been there from the moment our eyes met. My passion and
critical need of him was evident in the pounding between my own thighs. I
couldn’t even fathom how I’d fit his considerable girth inside me, but I was on
my way to find out.
He slid the key card through the lock and carried me into
the room. He didn’t hesitate to shut the door and carried me directly to
the bed; with haste his hands rushed my thighs pushing my skirt up to my
waist. Red lace panties greeted him and I waited for his
expression. I could have sworn I saw a flame in his dark eyes that met
the color to the exact shade. He fell to his knees in front of me, still
looming like a giant bear against the soft décor of our room. The click
of the door told me that it had closed on its own; the sound reverberated as I
watched him staring down at me in silence. I wish he’d say something.
“You’re beautiful,” his voice was thick and raspy.
I smiled and reached for him, pulling him down between my
thighs in an effort to show him what I wanted. Wide fingers ran lightly
along the waistband before hooking into them at the side of my hips. He
pulled them slowly, revealing my body to him a little at a time. A
nervous laugh escaped my lips and he looked up at me in question. Seeing
me shiver he stopped his touch. “This isn’t right. Here, stand up.”
He pulled my hands so that I stood in front of him. I
studied the pink half moons beneath his fingernails as he removed my jacket
then issued a kiss for each space of skin divulged as he unbuttoned my
shirt. Then he spun me around, unhooking my skirt and drawing the zipper
down slowly as his other hand swathed my behind with appreciation. As the
skirt slid to the floor I stood in front of him, in only my heels. But
when he moved to unbutton his own shirt I took his hands in mine and silenced
them, then replacing them with my own. Button by button I was led into
his deep depths until he flung his boots aside and his pants fell to the floor
in a puddle.
His breath on the top of my head told me that he too had
been holding it, unaware that his body still required air until it became
crucial. His gasp reminded me and I too drew in a long, deep
breathe. One hand spanned the entire width of my back as he lowered me
back to the bed. Again I forgot to breathe as his member pressed against
me. I wanted to tell him, beg him really not to waste time. Yet he
toyed with me, drawing my naked breast into his mouth playfully as if he was
trying to fit the entire thing inside. He nearly managed it too.
My nipples were hard and aching, and by the time he released
them the chilled air froze them into tiny marbles against his broad
chest. Finally he moved lower, his tongue leaving a wet trail down my
stomach to my ache. He soaked me with his mouth then moved two