“Let me do this, okay. Go with me. I had a lot of time to think about how to please you. You’ll like it. I promise.” She caught her lower lip between her teeth, but gave a quick nod.
“So, fantasy number two. We’re back in the governor’s office. He had this big leather chair…” With a finger between her breasts, he pushed her gently into the big leather chair she’d been sitting in earlier. She pulled her knees up to her chest, looping her arms around her legs, and stared up at him, her eyes huge.
“Sorry, sweetheart, but that’s not going to work.”
He peeled her hands free, and without giving her a chance to protest, he wrapped his fingers around her ankles, straightened her legs, and pulled them apart. “Fuck, but that’s pretty.” Her thighs were slender but lightly muscled, and her sex glistened. His dick throbbed to remind him he needed to move this on, or embarrass himself. He rested one of her ankles over the arm of the chair, then the next, so she was wide open to him.
Resting his hands on the soft skin of her knees, he leaned in close. “So, Sergeant Parker,” he murmured. “I bet you’re used to being in charge. You want to tell me what to do.”
She blinked up at him.
He smiled. “Don’t want to talk anymore?”
She shook her head, and he sank to his knees in front of her. She was the sexiest thing he had ever seen, in dreams or reality, sprawled in front of him, open to his gaze. He swiped his tongue over his lower lip, and her breath hitched in her throat. He wanted to take his time, but there was something he needed to do. He flicked open the fastener of his trousers, and groaned as he lowered the zipper and his cock sprang free, rock hard and ready. But he’d waited this long, he could wait a while longer. This was going to be perfect. For both of them.
He slipped his palms under her ass, used his thumbs to part her sex and stared for long seconds. She was his dream and she was real.
“Logan, please.”
His gaze shifted to her face. “Tell me what you want.”
“Touch me.”
“I am touching you.”
“You know what I mean.”
“Ask me.”
“Kiss me.”
He smiled. “Where?” He dropped a kiss on the soft skin of her inner thigh, and she groaned. “There?”
She shook her head.
He could see her clit pouting from her sex, already swollen, dark red. Breathing in deeply, he filled his nostrils with the intoxicating scent then dropped a slow kiss on the tiny nub. Her muscles locked up tight. He wanted to take his time, but he had a hunch she would last all of about ten seconds. She was desperate, and that intrigued him. He left the sensitive spot and licked along the length of her sex, pushing his tongue inside, tasting the spicy sweetness of her, licking at the moisture, circling her clit but never quite touching until her hips were lifting, pushing against his mouth. He held her steady, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass, lapping at her, fighting down the need rising in him.
And he was burning up with need.
Finally, he moved back to her clit, flicked it with the tip of his tongue, drew it gently into his mouth, and suckled. Her hands clutched his hair, her hips circled, and he sucked harder, felt the moment she came apart for him. He drew back, studied her pretty sex, her pussy pulsating. As the tremors eased, he massaged her clit with the pad of his thumb and she came again, her head falling back, her pulse frantic under the pale skin of her throat.
The wait was over.
He drew a condom out of his back pocket, tore it with his teeth, and rolled it down over his erection. Then he dragged her to the edge of the chair and pushed slowly inside her. She was tight but so wet that he slid in with ease, groaning as her slick muscles squeezed around him. Lodged deep inside her, he took a moment to savor the feeling. Like coming home.
On to fantasy number three.
He gripped her ass and pushed to his feet, still deep inside. Turning, he sank onto the chair, shifted her slightly so she was kneeling, legs on either side of his hips. He settled her as his cock pulsed, shifting his hands to her hips. Slowly, he lifted her then released her so she sank back onto him. Heaven. He raised her again, and she rested a hand on his shoulder, found a rhythm, rising and falling. He could feel her along the whole length of his cock, the pleasure tugging at his balls. As she took over, he rested his head back, watching the sway of her breasts. He slid one hand up the indentation of her waist, over her rib cage, to cup her breast, lifting it for the caress of his tongue.
So close.
As she sank down, she rotated her hips, massaging her clit against his pelvic bone with each stroke until she was squirming on top of him. She was going to come again; he could feel her tension building. He gripped her hips, pressing her down, rubbing her harder against him, and her head fell back as she screamed her release. The sensation of her pulsating around him was enough to tip him over the edge, and he pumped into her, the release going on and on as she rode him.