Working Stiff(141)

Under her hands, she felt the shiver run through him, and he scraped his teeth over her neck and pulled aside the thin strap of her dress to lip her shoulder, blowing his warm breath over her skin.

Rox hiked her skirt up around her thighs and straddled the bench, turning Casimir so that he did the same. In the laser-like flashlight beam from the cell phone, shadows cut his face into a patchwork of darkness and pale skin, and she could see the scar on his cheek and his brilliant green eyes.

She stood on one foot and with one knee on the bench so that she was taller than he was where he was sitting. She kissed him, her hands on his face and her fingers feeling the satiny smoothness of his jaw in her palms.

With his face turned upward like that, under her lips, it almost did feel like he was the inexperienced one, except that no inexperienced man kissed like that. His lips caressed and sucked hers, and his hands circled her waist, touching her sides and ribs. His hands were so large that his fingers almost touched each other over her spine, even though Rox’s waist was as ample as the rest of her.

Her fingers trailed down while she kissed him, holding his shoulder with one hand but still keeping her other hand on his left cheek. Her thumb grazed the scar there, and Casimir sucked in a breath.

“Did I hurt you?” she asked.

“No.”

It must’ve just startled him when she had touched the scar.

She ran her thumb over the lower part of the scar again, keeping well away from where the ember had burned him.

This time, she definitely felt him tense against her.

“Don’t,” he said.

“I am going to touch every part of you: your mouth,” she kissed him hard, breaching his lips and tangling her tongue with his, “and your body,” she ran her hands down his chest and ribs, feeling the hard ripples and sinews under his clothes, “and every inch of your skin.”

She kissed her way over his jaw and pulled his collar aside to nip his neck.

Casimir stretched under her mouth and hands, and a thrill ran through her as his fingers tightened on her hips. She pushed his black tuxedo jacket off his broad shoulders and down his biceps and arms. It fell on the bench behind him, the long tails trailing down into the darkness at their feet.

She trailed her lips up over his jaw and found the place on his cheek where his skin twisted under her lips. Careful not to get anywhere near the burned area that was blistered, Rox ran her lips over the healed scar tissue.

Casimir was still tense in her arms, but Rox knew how to distract him from that. Her fingers found his belt, and she unbuckled it.

He leaned back, bracing himself with his arms on the bench behind him, and glanced down at her hands.

Yeah, she had his full attention now.

She unfastened his pants and pulled his shirts out so she could reach her hand inside. Under her fingers, through his underwear, he was already hard, his erection curving back toward his stomach.

He groaned when she touched him.

Casimir pushed himself off the bench behind him and grabbed her around her waist, his hands sliding up to find her breasts. He kissed the tops of them, and a moment of worry passed through her about his mouth staining the silk, but he slid his thumbs over the thin fabric, kissing her neck and where she swelled above the neckline, caressing her until she was panting and her nipples were tight.

His hands roamed her body, and he drew her down, pressing on her hips, to kiss her mouth again.

Rox rose back up to cover his mouth with hers, kissing him, while he groped her hips and her ass and her thighs, sliding his hands under the thin silk of the dress. His hands rose farther, finding the waist of her control-top pantyhose, and he stripped them down her legs.

She stepped to the side of the bench and helped him drag the hose off her ankles. His fingers were already up inside her dress again near her waist, and he snagged the waistband of her panties and let those drop around her feet, too.

As soon as she was bare, he reached for her, digging his fingers into the soft flesh of her hips first, and then sliding his hand around and underneath her. His fingers caressed her folds, every massage sending delicious shudders through her.

Rox arched backward, her head falling back as he rubbed her first outside, then deeper, then finally slipping inside her.

He whispered, “God, you’re so wet. You’re always so wet for me.”

She had been for three years.

He rubbed her harder, rougher, sliding inside of her and out on her slippery skin.

Every slip of his fingers was winding her more tightly, and her fingernails bit into his shirt over his shoulders.

“Come for me,” he said. “Come now.”

Not yet.

Rox shoved his shoulders, and Casimir toppled backwards on the bench. She tugged and pulled away his clothes, exposing his cock.