Undisclosed Desires(6)

“You are so sexy, kneeling down there,” Antonio said, lying back against the cushions. He reached out a hand and ran the tips of his fingers through her hair.

“Yeah,” she said dryly. “Getting these shoes off would be even sexier. Can you help me a little here, buddy?”

Grace managed to get one off and was just about to begin on the other one when he toed it off. Then Antonio leaned forward and tried to get his suit jacket off but couldn’t seem to pull his arm out of the sleeve.

“Let me do it,” she offered, standing up. Then she leaned over him and tugged at the garment until it came off. “Okay, why don’t you lie down?”

“What about the pants?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows. “Are you going to unzip me?”

“Lie down,” she ordered with more harshness than she intended. Oh, how she wanted to unzip those pants. The anticipation incited more shameless greed in her than when she’d opened Christmas presents as a child. But no, she couldn’t open that particular present. He was drunk. It wouldn’t be fair to take advantage of him. “You can sleep in the pants,” she said finally. “Lie down.”

“Only if you lie down here with me,” he countered, seizing her wrist and tugging at her until she fell backward onto his lap. As she struggled to scoot off him, Grace felt the long length of his erection jutting against her buttocks.

His arms locked around her with his hands covering her breasts. One hand wandered into the opening of her shirt and then into the top cup of her bra to caress her the now-hard nub. A buzz of exquisitely painful ecstasy coursed through her. Her breath caught in her throat. Grace inhaled a shaky breath then exhaled, fighting to bring herself under control.

“Come on.” She swallowed hard. “Let me up.”

His answering chuckle released a breath against her nape that sent shivers through her, and a melting wetness invaded her core. Grace squeezed her legs together, but there was no relief from the exquisite ache building there. She glanced over her shoulder for a glimpse of his face. Antonio’s expression could only be described as contented. His eyes were closed and his mouth was set in a blissful smile as he continued to knead and caress her breast.

“There’s a price to cooperation,” he said with a husky tone. “A kiss.”

“That’s not a good idea,” she said, taking in a raspy breath.

“Just one,” he pleaded, opening his eyes. Their hazel depths bewitched her.

“Okay,” she conceded, and then bent back to quickly peck his lips with hers. “You’ve had your kiss, now let me up.”

“That’s not a kiss,” he complained. “This is a kiss.” While his right hand continued to pluck at her nipple, his left came up, and with his palm against her cheek, he brought both her face and upper body around. Then the tip of his tongue carefully licked at the line of her lips right before his mouth met hers.

Quivering, Grace couldn’t help opening her lips to his insistent mouth, allowing his tongue to slide inside. Antonio’s lips devoured her as his tongue penetrated, stroked and probed. Soon, her answering tongue tangled with his as her mouth matched his hungry assault. One of her hands clutched at his head, her fingers buried in his hair. She ground her bottom against his hardness. Antonio groaned into her mouth and a tremor went through him. If anything, he grew harder.

He broke their kiss. “Inside you,” he breathed. “I have to be inside you. Now.” His mouth took hers again. The hand at her breast left and went to her knee, stroking up her thigh, pushing under the hem.

Pulling away briefly, she choked out, “Yes.”

Wiggling, she managed to hike up her dress as he fumbled at his zipper.

“Damn,” he swore, and then she heard the zipper give way and felt him reach inside. Finally, his length sprang free of the fabric and pushed against her cleft impeded only by the silk bikini panties she wore.

Antonio leaned them both forward in order to drape her over his glass-top coffee table. Both of them tore at her panties until they were down over her bottom and half down her thighs. Leaning forward until the head of his penis tantalized her, Grace panted. “Oh Antonio.”

Before the sound of the last word had faded, he impaled her, driving into her core. With the panties still at her thighs, she felt incredibly tight and he impossibly big as he pushed to the hilt and she felt the tip of him at her innermost recesses.

One hand levered on the coffee table beside hers, and she felt the other caress her belly before his fingers inched downward to play with her. He moved his powerful body, recoiling only to plunge relentlessly in again. Driving her ever closer to climax. Her core tightened into a coil. Her knees weakened and dizziness swept through her. Just as she thought the pleasurable pain of it was too much to bear, she convulsed. The tight coil released and ripples of carnal delight rolled through her. Antonio bucked against her three more times before his own release came and she felt his semen spurt inside her.