His cock ached with the urge to be free of its confinement, but he fought the need to rip off her panties and drive himself home. She wasn’t ready, no matter how responsive her gasps and clenching fingers suggested. He pushed the blouse off her shoulders, and she let him go long enough to help him strip off the cloth in his way. Her bra followed and he paused to look at her.
Her breasts were pink and warm with the blush that crept from her face to stain the skin. She was slender, almost too slender. God he wanted to feed her until she filled out the promise of curves everywhere, but she was so perfect, with her pert, upturned breasts and rosy nipples straining toward him.
Roaming his hand over her abdomen, he smiled at the trembling muscles that flexed beneath his touch. Her skirt boasted a three-inch zipper over one hip. He tugged it down and gave her a gentle nudge, urging her to lay back. Peeling the skirt down, he eyed the lace shrouding her sex. She started to shake off a shoe and he caught the heel and pressed it back into place, meeting her gaze along the long line of her body.
“The shoes stay.”
Her eyebrows lifted. He grinned and slid a finger under the edge of the lace to explore the dampness teasing his nostrils. The rich musk of her was a far more inviting aphrodisiac than the meal they’d shared earlier. Her thighs clamped on his hand, shoving him between the slick folds of her sex.
Working carefully up and down, he found her swollen clit and teased the treasured little nub with a gentle roll and laughed softly as her hips arched upward. Her eyes closed and her thighs spasmed on his wrist.
Another stroke of his finger and her body convulsed. Petting her through the orgasm, he could barely suppress a groan. If she could come apart with so little coaxing, what would she do when he went down on her?
Helena lost the capacity to think. Words fell away, unspoken, and all she felt seemed to center below her navel, a sweet suffocation of need stirring like a beast to storm through her body. Tingles turned to fireworks and she writhed against his hand, urging him closer and aching for more even as her body twisted with the tumult.
When he slid a finger inside of her, the muscles of her sex clenched against it and she wanted even more. Searing need speared her belly and she grabbed for the comforter, holding on lest she fly off into the ether. Desire tore apart her insides, shattering her completely.
“Let go, sweetheart,” his words washed over her and another touch against her clit and she was lost.
Drifting back to herself, she felt rather than saw him move. Her panties glided down her legs, but he left her shoes in place. A silly little giggle bubbled out of her. Naughtiness threaded through her blood, and she pushed herself up on her elbows to watch as he shed his clothes. Jacket, shirt, and pants hit the chair she’d failed to notice in the corner. His cock curved up to his belly, the dark olive skin stretching and nearly reddened at the thick tip.
Her mouth watered as she took in the tight muscles of his thigh, the chiseled six pack of his abdomen and up to the broad plains of his chest with the sexy little curls of dark hair that beckoned her fingers to run through them, caressing the hard muscle. Nothing spare hung on him, he’d been carved like a Greek statue, but so much better.
Because he was all male, hard and hot.
Need bloomed in her belly, and she arched to meet his glide onto the bed, mouth open for another tongue-tying kiss. His hands were everywhere, caressing her, cradling her and teasing until she thought she’d come apart again. Acting on impulse, she mirrored his touches. She stroked her hands down his chest, exploring the flat nipples, delighting at their stiffening.
The heat of his cock rubbed against her thigh. He pulled away, and she watched in drowsy pleasure as he pulled out a condom. He rolled the latex into place and her mouth went dry. He was magnificently shaped and so huge. Trepidation weaved through her excitement.
“I don’t know if you’ll fit.” Her heart thudded and she stifled another wave of nervous laughter at his unabashed grin.
He rolled over her, the hair on his chest teasing her nipples. He settled his raging erection against the nest of her sex. “Do you remember what I said downstairs?”
“Which part?” She fought the urge to lift her hips, the weight of him rubbed slowly against her, teasing her over sensitized clit until eddies of want drowned out the nervous thoughts bubbling to the surface.
“We don’t talk badly about women. You are perfect. Perfect mouth.” He kissed her, thrusting into her soul with his tongue as though to demonstrate. “Perfect breasts.” His hand cupped her breast, massaging the nipple for emphasis. “And a perfect, responsive, hot, pussy.”
He shifted the head of his cock, brushing her entrance and then he was pushing, in a long, slow stroke. He eased through the last of her defenses, stretching her sex until she thought she couldn’t take any more and then he pushed deeper. His jaw tightened, a vein throbbing in his forehead as breath whistled through his teeth.