The sensation of his hand on her naked skin was making her inner thighs quiver all the more. She moaned, pressing her knees together to fight off the dripping wetness she could feel forming in her panties. In the next moment, he’d pushed the sleeve off her shoulder, baring one full, thrust-out breast. She felt his lips latch on her rock hard nipple, and gasped. “Jude...the driver...”
“Can’t hear or see us,” he growled, his fingers moulding the firm, fleshy underside of her breasts. They both moaned, and this time when he sucked on her nipple, he took a whole lot of breast in his mouth as well, as if to swallow it in one go. He licked, suckled and nibbled on her tit till she was a shuddering mass on the seat of the limo, where he now had her half-lying on her back.
His free hand reached down searchingly to her thighs, and found them locked tightly.
“Spread your legs, honey,” he commanded huskily, and Miranda forced her rigid leg muscles to relax, parting her knees and letting him slip a hand beneath her dress. He touched her through her panties, rubbing strongly on the moistened patch over her pussy.
A half-sob caught in her throat, even as he groaned, his teeth sinking deeper on the skin of her nipple. Miranda’s head fell back as myriad sensations spread through her whole body, bringing her too close to the brink. If she didn’t try to hold back, she knew she would come. In just minutes, he’d been able to bring her to the highest point of stimulation – and if he didn’t stop, soon, she was going to combust.
But he didn’t stop; he kept sucking on her nipple, rolling it around in his mouth with his tongue, while he caressed her through her thong, making her so wet she soaked it right through. It took less than thirty seconds of this merciless bombardment to get her spasming in helpless release. She bucked beneath him, her lips parted in a soundless cry as the most powerful climax ripped into her. She pressed her knees strongly together, stilling the motion of his hand, even as she clasped his head to her breast, holding on tightly to him as she came in waves.
Her face was red as she tumbled back down to earth, and she almost couldn’t meet his when he lifted his head to look at her. She cursed her body for being so susceptible to him, and yet, when she finally caught his eyes, she saw the answering flame of passion flickering in their navy depths. “God, you are so sexy,” he breathed out harshly, his hand lifted to tuck a stray curl behind her ear. Miranda was trembling, feeling warmed by the heat in his gaze. The limo had now come to a stop, and a glance out of the window showed that they’d arrived at their hotel.
“Are you okay?” he asked softly, when she hadn’t spoken. His hands were gentle as he helped her straighten her clothes.
Okay? How could she ever be okay? When a man like him could so effortlessly reduce her to jelly without really trying? But then, his own intense passion had been doubly arousing, so she hadn’t stood a chance against his frenzied lovemaking. But she mumbled that she was fine, and managed to fumble out unto the pavement, her knees wobbly. She was still in a bit of after-shock after that unexpected episode inside the car during the drive back to the hotel. She couldn’t remember ever coming so quickly in her life. It scared her how strongly he affected her both sexually and emotionally.
She felt him take her hand silently as they made their way inside and up the lift to their suite. They didn’t speak, and he didn’t look at her, but she could feel his tension, the feral aura that exuded from him. His fingers linked with hers, and his touch was strong, possessive. She had no doubt of what lay in store the moment they’d have the bedroom door closed behind them. And yet she couldn’t help wondering what would be number one on the agenda...
***
Miranda didn’t have to wonder for long. Once they were alone in the bedroom, he started to discard his clothes. Taking his cue, she reached behind her for her zipper, but he told her gruffly, “No, don’t. I’ll do it.”
So she waited obediently, and didn’t demur when, moments later, he led her to the front of the ornate mirror which took up almost the whole length of one wall. She stared at her unrecognizable reflection; her wild eyes, her slightly dishevelled hair. He stood behind her, his hands reaching to unravel her upbraided locks, bringing it to fall in chestnut waves on her shoulders. His face was bent close to hers, and he lifted his eyes to hold hers in the mirror.
Deliberately, he drew down the zipper at her back, before tugging down the expensive black dress. It pooled at her feet, and she stepped out of it to stand in her matching red strapless corset and panties. Her waist was pinched in a few inches by the snug, sexy corset, giving her full figure even more of an hour-glass shape. Her legs stretched almost endlessly down to her shiny black pumps, which elongated her frame even more. She heard him draw in a sharp breath, and with his body so close up behind her, she could feel the heat of his nakedness, especially the rigid length of his cock throbbing against her bare bottom. He shivered, she shivered...it was torment to be standing so near to each other, and yet, still having to hold themselves back.