Something Wild(4)

As she'd spoken, Ryan had kept waiting for his eyes to adjust to the  darkness, but it wasn't happening. Still, he'd sensed her drawing nearer  across the dark confines of the limo until she knelt next to him in the  seat. Her knees nudged his hip and her breath warmed his neck just  before she lowered a soft, sexy kiss there.

He'd been trying to remain very still, very quiet, but lost both wars  when her hand slid up his thigh. He leaned his head back with a tiny  groan that came all the way from his gut. But he still didn't say  anything, either too startled by the whole situation or simply obeying  her orders, he didn't know. And he wasn't exactly giving it close  examination; he remained much busier trying to survive the shock, and  immediate pleasure, that had assaulted him upon climbing into the car.

Penny drew in her breath as she pressed her palm into the crotch of his  pants, making him gasp, and- Oh, he was already getting hard. She bit  her lip, relieved and amazed that this was working. That quickly, it was  a success she could feel between them, a mutual need escalating at an  incredible speed.

He'd stayed blissfully quiet upon her request and it'd somehow made it  much easier to move close to him, begin touching him. She'd felt his  quick response in the arch of his neck against her lips and, of course,  in her hand. Drawn totally into the seduction, she rose and lifted one  stocking-clad knee across his lap to straddle him, the heat of his body  fusing instantly with hers.

When his palms molded to her thighs, then slid smoothly up to the hem of  her dress, Penny took another deep breath and did what suddenly came  all too naturally. Covering his hands with hers, she guided them higher,  under the dress.

His fingers edged past the tops of her stockings, crossing bare skin  before coming to rest on her hips, and he released another small moan.  She didn't know whether it was because she had so boldly invited the  touch or because he'd discovered how little she wore beneath her dress;  she only knew she liked it.

She ran her fingertips through his thick hair and leaned near his ear.  "Are you as turned on as I am? I want to be really sexy for you." Her  voice came out shaky, not from nervousness now, but from excitement.

"Uh … "

She giggled, then moved a teasing finger to his lips. "No, shh, don't answer. Just kiss me."

Twining her arms about his neck, Penny leaned in for a no-holds-barred  kiss like she'd never given Martin before. Electricity spiraled through  her as he returned it, fully, passionately, with an underlying power she  wouldn't have believed Martin could possess. She had the sensation of  him somehow holding back even as he gave her everything she wanted,  needed, and she feared that if he really let go of his desire, it might  actually overwhelm her.

He deepened the kiss further, pushing his tongue into her mouth, and she  moaned at the hot, tender invasion. His hands drifted to her bottom,  which was bare but for the thin strip of fabric running up the center,  to press her more snugly against the incredible hardness in his pants.  Penny had never felt anything like the fire now intensifying between  them. Even as the darkened encounter stayed steamy, slow, hot, it also  grew more urgent. Urgency was not just part of the fantasy any longer;  it was a pulsing reality.

She wanted to go slow, keep the steamy and hot in place, make this  aching pleasure last as long as possible. Yet at the same time, she  wanted to go further. She wanted to undress him.

She worked at his tie and he leaned his head back to give her better  access. Then she unbuttoned his shirt, pushing it open. She ran her  hands down his bare chest, exploring the broad muscles and firm planes  she'd never envisioned Martin concealing beneath his business suit.

As the limo came to a slow stop, he pulled his hands from under the  dress, reaching around until she heard the zipper at her back being  lowered. Grazing his fingertips across her shoulders with a feather-soft  touch, he drew the bodice to her waist, and even in the dark, she felt  beautiful and wild and freer than ever in her life.                       
       
           



       

His hands rose to her breasts, caressing, kneading through the lace that  still covered them, his thumbs stroking across the firm, beaded peaks.  By the time the limo accelerated again, she was panting and grinding,  rubbing his chest.

He fumbled at the front of her bra.

"In the back," she breathed.

But he didn't even bother reaching behind her this time, his breath  having grown as labored as hers. He found the thin straps on her  shoulders and yanked them down, his hands sliding into the lace cups to  take sweet possession of her breasts. "Oh yes," she murmured at the  startling sensation of his touch against her bare, aching flesh. "Yes.  Yes!"

But no, no, she had to calm down. Because she wanted to stretch out the  pleasure as long as she could. She could scarcely believe she was doing  this, feeling these things, yet that remained secondary to the knowledge  that she wanted more of this marvelous touching, and she knew he wanted  it, too.

"Do you want me to get out of this dress for you?"

He only groaned. His way of saying please. She felt it. Crossing her  arms to grab hold of the fabric that had pooled at her waist, Penny  removed the dress over her head in one brisk movement and flung it  behind her. Then, running her hands over his broad shoulders, she kissed  him deeply, more heat swirling between her thighs with each feverish  connection of their mouths. He caressed her breasts, lightly pinching  her nipples between surprisingly skilled fingertips until Penny thought  she'd lose her mind.

Only when his hands lowered to wind around the thin elastic at her hips,  however, did she understand that it was time for more. And she was  ready now. Very ready.

She rose up on her knees before him.

Savored the sensation of having her panties lowered over her thighs, past the lace edges of her stockings.

Heard her own ragged breath as she pressed her palms against the roof  for balance when the limo turned a corner. Heard the whimpers leave her  throat as he held her hips, then stroked both his thumbs up the center  of her, one after the other, playing her like an instrument.

But just as quickly as the hot touches melted her, his hands moved down  to her panties again. "Take them off." It was the barest of whispers,  the only words he'd spoken, all powerful in their brevity.

Penny backed away quickly to the seat across from him and shimmied out  of the undies, her anticipation rising. And then something released  inside her like steam from a radiator when the cap comes off, a burning  need that couldn't be denied a minute longer. She didn't care about  going slow anymore, she just wanted the man, now.

Climbing back onto his lap, she reached for his belt buckle.

He drew her close, drew her breast into his hungry mouth, forcing her to  cry out and making it considerably harder to get his pants undone. But  Penny worked vigorously anyway, her hands trapped between them, and only  when she reached into the opening of his underwear did he loosen his  grip, letting her lean back on him.

Holding him in her hand, trying not to faint with the wonder of it, her  voice came out raspy. "I wanted to do this all night, make it last. But I  can't wait anymore."

She lowered her body onto his and they both moaned at the blunt,  intimate connection. Even in the dark, even with this man whom she'd  never truly felt that close to before, Penny knew a union    , a  soul-binding bliss, she'd never experienced or even thought possible. "I   …  I didn't know  …  sex could be like this," she whispered.

His hand found the back of her head then, bringing her down for another  of his heart-stopping kisses. Penny sank into it, into the intense and  mounting pleasure as she moved on him, his body pumping rhythmically up  into hers. She raked her sensitive nipples against his chest, clutched  at his neck, and felt the tumultuous waves gathering inside her  …  until  they crashed over her in sweet, shattering release.

Thrashing against him, riding it out, she leaned her head back and  basked in the deepest physical fulfillment she'd ever known. Yet just as  her climax began to wane, he groaned beneath her and pushed her hips  down as he thrust upward, again and again, soon growling his own  pleasure in her ear. And wondrously, his climax, coming so close on the  heels of hers, somehow added an extra tiny burst of sensation deep in  her core, seeming to stretch her orgasm out a little longer, just when  she'd thought it was over.

"Ohh," Penny sighed, still caught up in the mind-blowing sensations and  trying to come back down to earth. But whether she was up or down, she  knew one thing for sure-the experience she'd just shared with this man  had moved her so deeply, twisted her heart, soul and body so profoundly,  that it had erased all doubt. It had erased everything but the  perfection that was them-together.