She clears her throat and starts reading. “ ‘You’re a woman of secrets and shadows, Lola. You were born in the darkness, but that’s not where you belong. Don’t fight it. Don’t fight me.’ Archer passed his hand up Lola’s thigh, fingers toying at the lace edge of her panties. She stifled a moan, but a shudder ran through her body, betraying her.
“ ‘A spy doesn’t do well in the sunlight,’ she replied, licking her lips partly out of nervousness, partly because she knew it would turn him on. The sharp intake of his breath told her she’d judged him correctly. His eyes darkened with need. Yet his fingers continued their exploration. She quivered, wanting to feel the thick length of him pushing inside her, thrusting, possessing her as she finally surrendered herself, body and soul. Archer pressed a kiss against her neck, gentle and yet amazingly cruel.
“ ‘I want you to give yourself to me,’ he murmured, his breath hot against her throat. ‘I want to feel you beneath me, gasping as I slide myself into you. I want to feel you shudder as my cock fills you, stretches you. I want you to cry out as I move inside you, urging me on. Giving yourself to me fully, your body begging for me as I take you. I want to make you come. And I want it now.’ His hands moving freely down her back now. ‘Don’t you understand, Lola, that I always get what I want?’ He unzipped her Chanel dress deftly, and it pooled at her feet, a whisper of surrender.’ ”
As she reads, Julia’s gaze softens. She’s lying on her stomach, chin cupped in her hand, the naked expanse of her back open to me. I’m looking at her now, fully appreciating her. The slight sunburn at her shoulder, the thin white tan line of her bra strap standing out in sharp contrast. The freckles that dust her back. The way she curls her hair idly around her finger as she reads. Her right foot bobbing up and down, keeping time with the lilt and lull of her voice. All of it, suddenly, seems beautiful to me. As I lie there, watching her, I realize that the waiting is beginning to kill me. I want her underneath me, but her voice, her words, are conjuring images in my mind. And I like it.
“ ‘Do you always get what you want?’ she asked him breathlessly as his mouth met hers again. His fingers ghosted across the lace of her bra. He unclasped it, and it fell at his feet. The night air was a cold kiss against her breasts, and he took them in his hands. Drawing her closer, he allowed her to unbutton his dress shirt, which was still impeccably starched from the opera. Her hands traveled over his rock-hard abs, appreciating the contours. He claimed her lips, tasting her, taking everything from her, giving everything to her. She unbuttoned his pants, gasping with need, and reached down to seize him, urgent and throbbing in her hand. He—”
“Stop,” I say. My voice is harsh, almost guttural. Julia looks up in wide-eyed surprise. I get on my knees, lean over, and flip the laptop lid closed. She gazes up at me, a playful, knowing light in her eyes.
“What’s the rush?” she whispers. I lean down and kiss her. When she tries to get up, I grip her around the waist.
“Right there,” I whisper, then lean over and bite her shoulder softly. Julia moans, and I reach over for the strip of condoms still laid out on the bedside table.
God bless bachelorette parties.
An instant later, my cock sheathed, I lower myself onto her, still holding her in place. I tease myself along her pussy, and she squirms, wiggling against me.
I slide a hand to cup her cunt, slipping between her sodden flesh, and spear a finger inside her. Thank fuck, she’s ready. I wonder idly if reading her own material turns her on, or if that happy job is mine alone, but then I find it doesn’t matter. I position my cock where I want it most and then—oh yes—I’m sliding inside her. Like before, she grips me, and it’d be so easy to sink to the hilt, but I want to tease her. I begin pumping, my pace unhurried, every nerve in my body on fucking overload.
When she gasps, I slip a hand between us again and finger her clit.
“Oh, fuck me,” she groans, putting her forehead onto the bed. “Don’t stop.”
“I will,” I say, “and I won’t.” Then I thrust my cock all the way in, root-deep. Her cunt grips me, squeezing and tight and oh so perfect. She moans, and something primal ripples through me.
Those sounds are mine. I pause, painful as it is, and breathe. Otherwise I’ll come right now, and I’m not ready for this to be over. I want to enjoy it. “You want it like this,” I growl as I begin moving, dragging my cock in and out of her, mesmerized by her silky, wet skin, the way she squeezes and pulls at me. “You want me to take you all the way.”