So many of his first impressions had come from her larger than life personality, her lusty laughs, her teasing glances, and the simple serenity of her chin propped on her hand as she listened to him talk. All of those images collided in his mind, coalescing into the drop dead gorgeous woman perched on that curb.
A fucking amazing woman.
He abandoned her lips to kiss a path down her chest, sampling the warm, vanilla-scented skin. He drew on one turgid little nipple, just barely skimming the tip with his teeth.
“I have a confession to make,” he murmured. Her body writhed beneath his while he trailed a damp path to the other breast, intent on lavishing it with the same attention. He could spend the rest of his life right there, teasing the slender body for the soft noises she made.
“Oh?” She pushed the word out on little huffs of breath. He slid his index finger along her slit. The simplest of touches and her body writhed for him again.
“It’s been a long time for me.”
“Me, too.” She arched her hips, but he ignored the demand, settling on her nipple with a swirl of his tongue. Her hips bounced against the bed, one leg rubbing against his arm. He could drown happily in her lush curves, satin softness and silken scent with nothing jagged or hard about her.
“Hmmm,” he vibrated his tongue on the nipple, slipping one finger against the slick edge of her entrance. “I think you’re teasing me again.”
“If I am…” she groaned, “You’re paying me back in kind.”
He brushed the light stubble of his cheeks against the sensitize tip. Her fingers dug into hair, half pushing, half pulling at him. “I can stop.”
“Don’t. You. Dare.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He knew an order when he heard it and captured her lips in a deep, kiss, swallowing any other conversation. He spread the lips of her soaked sex apart with two fingers and fumbled for the condoms he’d dropped on the nightstand. Hardly his smoothest move, but she was so damn responsive, he didn’t care.
He swore when he ripped the first one with the foil. Laughing and groaning, she grabbed a second and shuddered around his probing finger slipping in her entrance as she opened it. With control he could only admire, her warm fingers rolled the sheath over his eagerly jerking dick. He met her shy smile with a wider one.
He wanted more time to spread her legs, to dip his head between them, to drive her to orgasm. He wanted to taste her cream and to listen to her cries for release. He wanted to roll her on her belly and take her or lift her into his lap and watch her ride him, but the desire setting fire to his blood ignored all of those wants.
Later. He promised himself.
Reclining against the pillows, she urged him down and then he drove inside her slick entrance and his mind blanked. She was all hot, squeezing tightness and his balls swelled. He fought the rushing orgasm, teasing her clit to bring her with him. He wanted slow and leisurely, but passion pushed at him. They had one night, not enough time to fulfill every wish and desire. He had to try and take it slow, make it as memorable as possible.
He pulled her up and thrust deeper. Her body clamped down on him, her mouth pressed in a silent O against his shoulder. She moaned. The whispery sound allayed any fear that he might have hurt her. He tried to hold himself in check, but his body rebelled against his mind.
His much-lauded control shredded with every glide of her skin against his. Her nails raking down his back drove him harder and it didn’t take him long. She came apart around him, her legs locked around his hips and her low cries gaining volume. He lost it, thrusting deep against the greedy muscles clamping down on his cock and came.
Shaking, he sagged against her, fighting to brace his weight with one arm. Her fingers teased a path up his spine and he grunted, turning his head to look into her drowsy, grinning expression.
“You look stunned.” Damn, was there a more beautiful woman in the world?
“I thought I would last a hell of a lot longer.” His voice roughened with the confession. He expected to feel embarrassment or shame, but neither emotion sucked him under. Not when he held this woman in his arms.
“I think I would have died of frustration if you’d taken any longer.”
“Yeah?” He adjusted his weight for fear of crushing her, but couldn’t quite bring himself to pull away.
“Oh, yeah.” Her sex clenched as though to emphasize the statement and his body jerked. At thirty-five, he didn’t expect to feel his cock stiffening to life so soon, but it did. “I hope you have more condoms….”
“…a whole damn box full, ma’am.”
Two hours later, they reclined in the bed and he enjoyed the way her warm skin looked next to his darker, near nut-brown tan from long hours in the sun and too many games of hoops.