A Perfect Fit(6)

 

 

 

The lust flowing through her blood urged Marissa to react without thinking. She arched her bottom until she was able to brush against the front of his jeans. It wasn’t a light touch and she didn’t even try to pretend it was an accident. Her breathing picked up speed as she moved her butt in a rotating motion over his throbbing cock. She caught Beau’s hiss, right before he ripped open the back of her corset.

 

 

 

Marissa caught her breath, slightly surprised at the force in which he moved. Nothing else mattered now except how badly she wanted his hands on her body.

 

 

 

“I don’t play games, lady.” He muttered the words against the back of Marissa’s neck. They were angry and passionate at the same time, revealing his conflicting emotions.

 

 

 

“Neither do I, cowboy,” she murmured softly, swaying slightly with a hunger that was weakening her soul, reminding her that she’d been too long without a lover.

 

 

 

“I’m warning you. If this goes any further it won’t stop until I’m fucking you up against that wall.”

 

 

 

Oh my! The visual he created was Marissa’s undoing. His words produced an immediate response in her body. Wetness flooded her pussy and soaked the material covering her mound. Her clit throbbed and zinged with desire. She moaned softly, and the next time she brushed her bottom against Beau’s zipper she made certain there was no question of what she wanted. He held her tightly by the hips and thrust his hips where she planted her butt. Consumed with arousal, she covered his hands and held them against her, afraid he would come to his senses and stop.

 

 

 

Beau’s response was a savage animal like sound. His hands moved inside Marissa’s corset and he pulled the clinging garment down her body and legs in one rapid motion. She stepped out of it and would have turned around, only he had other ideas. His arms came around her and without warning, his hands were roughly cupping her full breasts.

 

 

 

Marissa moaned loudly and thrust her heaving flesh further into his calloused palms with abandon, silently letting him know that she liked what he was doing. His fingers tweaked her nipples until they burned sweetly, before one hand trailed a path of fire down her belly. His caress turned feather light, tickling her. Only Marissa’s soft laugh ended with a low sigh of intense bliss.

 

 

 

Her knees buckled when his finger glided between her swollen pussy lips and over her throbbing clit. Marissa would have sunk to the floor had it not been for the strength in Beau’s arms. He easily held her on her feet and pushed her up against the very wall he’d held her against earlier. Careful not to crush her, he sandwiched Marissa between him and the wall and continued to finger her. Going in deep.

 

 

 

“Oh God!” She bit down on her bottom lip to keep from crying out, trembling wildly. When was the last time she’d felt anything half as good, or as satisfying? Having a man’s warm finger manipulate her clit and fuck her pussy didn’t compare to a cold, unbending dildo. The only thing that could top it would be having his cock inside her.

 

 

 

Her orgasm quickly built. Marissa felt it spiraling through her body like a fast running river out of control, felt the telltale signs that told her there was no turning back. She was about to climax. She began to move her hips faster, straining to reach the pinnacle of pleasure that equaled nothing else. Her breathing picked up speed, as his had. Her moans escalated, and then his hand was gone. Her eyes bolted open with disbelief. Before she could stop it, a groan of protest erupted. No!

 

 

 

Beau moved his mouth to her shoulder. He kissed his way up her collarbone, beneath the fall of her hair against her neck and jaw line, and then turned her around so he could take her mouth. He kissed her long and hard, and sucked on her tongue as it thrust against his, all the while pushing his hips against her, his hands shaping and caressing her full breasts. He pinched her nipples, turning her wild.

 

 

 

Marissa’s hands worked frantically to undo his belt buckle and zipper, with only one all-consuming thought on her crazed mind. She wanted him to fuck her. An overwhelming need controlled her actions and drove her impatient. Finally she worked it free, unsnapped his jeans, and lowered the zipper carefully over his raging cock. Without hesitation or protest she reached inside for his flesh.

 

 

 

His thick cock was hot and as hard as steel. Marissa ran her hand over the length to the base. She caressed his heavy balls, relishing in the shudder that racked Beau’s body. God, she wanted him inside her! She tugged on him and arched her hips so that she could rub his flesh against her clit. She was so close to coming.