He bent down and helped me up by my upper arms. He left his hands on me as he softly asked, “Do you want to clean up, or are you okay?”
“Are you finished?” I slid my hands up his torso, savoring the feeling of his smooth skin.
His eyes closed with a sigh. “Usually, yes, but…” His brow furrowed.
“I’ll just visit the restroom. Why don’t you sit on the couch?” I traced his lips with my fingers.
“I shouldn’t,” he whispered, a hint of fear starting to edge into his eyes. “I have work to do.”
“You might get a second wind.” I leaned forward and licked his nipple before sucking it in. His breath hitched.
“Okay,” he said quietly.
I attempted a sexy saunter to the bathroom. Heels had to be the devil’s creation. If I wasn’t hellbent on mastering the stupid things, I’d forget about them altogether.
Once in his private bathroom, I splashed water on my face, cleaned the smudges from under my eyes, and had a swig of his mouthwash. I figured using his toothbrush might be a bit brazen. Especially since I’d just…
When I walked back out he was sitting on the couch with his head resting against the back and his eyes closed. He’d removed all his clothes, including his socks, which was nice. Too often men forgot to take them off.
His eyes opened as I stopped in front of him. He looked up at me, pausing on my private areas before reaching my eyes. His manhood was at half-mast, already recovering.
“I thought you were a once-a-week kinda guy,” I said, not really sure where to start. Hop on and go for a ride, or inch on slowly so as not to startle the prey? Decisions, decisions.
“Usually, I am.”
I slid my legs over his slowly, relishing the feeling of skin on skin. I let my palms glide over his broad shoulders as my wet sex lined up with his stiffening manhood. He bent forward, kissing my neck before leaning me back to take a taut nipple into his mouth. He sucked in. Tendrils of pleasure wound down through my body. I closed my eyes as he switched nipples, moving my hips over his. His shaft, nearly hard again, worked between my nether lips, getting everything slick and ready.
“Hmm, Olivia,” he said as he kissed up my chest and buried his face in my neck. “Fuck me.”
A hard dose of desire pumped through me. I grabbed his hair and yanked his head back, staring down at his lips as I moved up, lining up his tip with my opening. I put my head down, seeing his fear as my lips neared his. His head jerked back a little and his eyes rounded. Whatever had happened with that maid, or someone else, Hunter Carlisle was terrified of being kissed on the mouth. Every time he thought that was coming, he shut down. A sick fascination kept me trying, though.
I veered toward his cheek as I sat down slowly, feeling him enter me. His size filled me up, pushing a long moan from my throat. My lips hit off his cheek before grazing his chin covered in coarse stubble. I lifted my hips and then sat back down, plunging onto him.
“Mmm,” I sighed, gyrating upward as his hands squeezed my hips. I rose up and then sat down hard again, rocking the couch. I yanked his hair before biting his neck, needing a deep, passionate kiss and having to compensate in some other way for not getting it. I sat down harder, and again, increasing my pace. His manhood filled me, hitting places that made my eyes roll back in my head.
“Hunter,” I breathed, rocking. “Ohhh.”
His hands slid up my back and hooked on my shoulders, pulling me down harder. A jolt of pure pleasure shot through me. I clutched the back of the couch as he sat me down again, driving deep.
“Yes,” I exalted, feeling the heat. Feeling the tightness. Winding up as waves of pleasure hit me. “Please.”
My head fell back as I bounced on him, plunging him into me over and over. Our breathing filled the room. His hot mouth settled on my neck, and I gasped for breath as he pounded my body from beneath. The couch squeaked as we moved.
“Hunter…” I hugged his upper body as he leaned forward, encircling me in his strong arms. He stood with me clutching him, thrusting upward as I jerked my hips. The feeling of him, so big, so deep, had me begging, over and over, to climax.
He yanked my hair, ripping another moan from me, as he pumped into my body. I groaned and panted, the sparks of pleasure excruciating now.
“Please, Hunter,” I said. Wanting us to come together. Wanting that command.
He thrust harder, two big pushes that had me unable to respond. I clutched tight, nails digging into his skin. Eyes squeezed shut.
“Come for me, baby,” he commanded.
Everything exploded. My body flew apart, sizzling and burning, pleasure running through the cracks and covering me completely. I held on to him, shivering in ecstasy as he squeezed me to him.