Vanilla On Top(48)

My mouth runs dry and words escape me as I stare at the perfection of her lithe form. I want to possess her, mark her as mine, wipe out every memory of every man she’s been with until only thoughts of me remain.

I clench my jaw as I step closer. Heather steps backward, her attention traveling to the bulge in the front of my pants then back up to my face. With a cocky grin, she turns and sashays down the hall toward the bedroom, her naked bottom swinging side to side with each stride.

My muscles bunch, eager to pursue. I take a deep breath and relax. I need to make love to her, not race to the finish like our previous encounters. I want to leave her body remembering mine long after we part. If I can’t see her during the day or in public for the next week, then I damn well better make an impression when I’m with her. I finish taking off my clothes, but leave my briefs on. I don’t want to be tempted to hurry due to my own driving needs.

As I step into her dimly lit bedroom, I see her reclined on the bed, waiting. Without a word spoken, I join her and run my hands up the boots to her heated skin.

A shiver shudders over her as her pointed pink tongue darts out to moisten her mouth.

I lie next to her and then impulsively throw a leg over her thighs and straddle her body. Her mouth opens to speak and I swoop down to plant my lips on hers before she can issue a command. Taking advantage of her already parted lips, my tongue dives in to explore.

Her eyes widen as I nibble on her bottom lip, trace my tongue along her teeth, and then suck her top lip into my mouth. Staring into her sparkling depths, I see an urgency building in her brown eyes. A moment later her hips rise off the bed, rotating and pressing her heat against my erection.

The warmth of her seeps through my underwear, even with her thighs trapped closed between mine. I circle my hips in return, grinding down and dipping my silk-covered length between her legs, enough to rub the shaft on the hard nub between her folds.

A shyness and hesitancy glows from her dark eyes. Does she doubt my intentions? Did she worry I’d only want her if she was in charge? Time for me to take the lead and really show her how I feel.

I ease my body to the side and tilt her onto her hip, snuggling close along her spine. The heat from her skin warms my chest as I curl my body around hers.

I lean away to unhook her bra, then cradle her with one hand boldly cupping and kneading a breast. A gentle rocking motion starts low in my hips, pumping myself up and down between her cheeks.

“I—”

“Shh…No talking.” I lean in and plant lingering kisses over her exposed neck. “Tonight, let me please you.”

The subtle scent that is all Heather floods my senses, and I stifle the urge to bite down and suck her flesh between my teeth. Can’t send her to the office with a hickey, no matter how much I want the world to know she’s taken.

My hand trails from her now peaked nipples to dip lower, running over the gentle swell of her stomach, searching for the arousal I know awaits between her thighs. Heather lifts her top leg, granting me access and tempting me beyond reason. She supports her raised knee with a hand on her leather-encased leg, pointing one silver high heel to the ceiling. The sexy sight brings a chill of want, creating a desire to rear back and scoot lower, to lick her ‘til she screams.

Wanting to get my skin as close to hers as I can, I shove down my briefs and mold against her backside once more. Instead of pinning my arm alongside her, I ease my left arm under her head, encouraging her to rest on my bicep. I splay my right hand over her lower abdomen and quest downward, combing through her soft pubic hair.

My shaft wedges between the firm halves of her butt, content to rock back and forth while I stroke her raging fire higher. I want to slip myself down and drive into her so badly it hurts. Not yet. I want her as crazy as I am first.

Slickness and heat greet my advancing fingers, proving she’s enjoying this as much as I hoped. I tease the hard bud with the flat of three fingers, slowly rubbing while her hips pump steadily front and back, rocking against my erection. A moan of want spills from her as she pulls away, allowing my cock to spring down between the space of our bodies.

She shifts slightly and fits her body to mine once more, forcing my shaft to rub over the wetness at her very center. Fighting the call to angle and push in with every fiber of my soul, I glide my rod forward and back, slicking her moisture over the tight skin.

Her wiggling becomes more pronounced and I get the distinct feeling she’s trying to shove me inside her. I curl my arm lying underneath her head, encircling her neck to lay a hand on her top shoulder. Very softly, I hold her in place while my fingers drive her to her first peak.

Slowly I build her up, alternating between grinding her clit and stroking the sides with the slick lubrication from her body. Her gasps and moans increase until she’s writhing on my hand and slamming her hips back into mine. The beauty of the moment takes my breath away as she crashes over the edge—a series of short yells punctuating her release.