She kissed along his collarbone, down his chest, and then flicked her tongue over his nipple. Desire spun in her thoughts when he growled. He caressed her shoulder blade above the line of her dress, and then she felt the fabric pull away when he slid the zipper down.
He dragged the straps off her shoulders, and the dress pooled around her feet on the floor. She kicked it aside. Warmth mingled with self-consciousness when he held her at arm’s length, his gaze devouring her as she stood in front of him in nothing but a hot-pink bra and white, high-cut bikini briefs.
“Definitely enjoying the view.” His voice was low and heavy. He dipped his head and glided his mouth along her collarbone.
She sank back into the moment. Her hands moved lower. His breathing changed when she found his belt. She managed to undo the buckle and then his slacks without tying her fingers in knots.
Please let my hands stay steady. The tremor of enjoyment thrumming through her made it difficult, but she’d figure it out somehow.
Boxers. That was sexy. She brushed his cock through the thin fabric, and he groaned. He was big, she realized as she stroked him teasingly. Her imagination skipped forward a few steps to what it would feel like to be stretched by him.
She dipped her hand inside his underwear, searching out his bare skin. When she wrapped her fingers around his shaft, he bit hard on her shoulder. At least she wasn’t the only one lost in the moment. The thought increased her arousal another notch.
“This is killing me.” His voice was rough. Almost jagged. “I know I promised seduction, but God damn it, you’re irresistible. I need to bury myself inside you. Fuck you hard, until neither of us can think.”
The hunger in his words stole her reason, and lit up her senses. Still stroking him, she kissed him again. He hissed and reached for her when she let go, but she stepped out of reach. He could have some control, but she wasn’t surrendering it all.
His smile returned when she unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor. She pushed her panties off next and scooted onto the bed to sit with her back straight, legs tucked to the side, and chest thrust out. The pose felt a little ridiculous, but the way his heated attention traveled up and down her form erased her doubt.
He dropped his boxers and bent for a moment, fiddling with his discarded slacks. What the—? Oh, condom. She flushed. At least one of them still had a grasp on reason.
Seconds later, he had wrapped himself up. He crawled onto the bed next to her, nudged her onto her back, and kissed her deeply. He cupped her breast as their tongues danced together.
He slid his hand down her arm, and then rolled onto his back, tugging. “I want you on top.” He stroked the inside of her thigh. “I want to watch you riding me.”
The order heated her thoughts. She straddled him and slid down his hips until his cock hovered at her opening. She lowered herself enough to tease, but not to let him penetrate.
He grasped her hips, digging his fingers into her pelvis, and thrust his hips up. When he pushed deep inside her, she cried out. So much for drawing out the moment. Her swimming head didn’t care. Each time his flesh met hers, a new tremor of pleasure spiked through her.
They found a fast, frantic rhythm, and every time she slid down, he hit something deep inside. His breathing came in short grunts, and his gaze never left her. He slid his hands to her thighs, thumbs stroking the flesh before moving higher. “Play with your tits for me.”
The request, combined with the thought of performing, dragged her closer to the edge. She grabbed the soft flesh, kneading, and rolling her nipples between her fingers. His breathing was shallow. He had to be close. She was. The familiar scents of the guest room—fabric softener and furniture polish—mingled with sex and his sharp, clean smell. Every time he grunted or groaned, her chest clenched and her need swelled.
She gasped when he found her clit with his thumb. Each time she bounced, he bumped the swollen button. It should have been too tender for the harsh attention, but he pressed against her, drawing a new level of pleasure form her. For the second time that night, orgasm shredded through her. She lost herself in the moment, pounding against him, pussy clenching around his cock.
His grunts ran together, and he tightened his hand around her thigh. He arched his back with a final groan. His pace slowed until he sank back against the comforter with a sigh.
A euphoric exhaustion permeated her, and she bent at the waist to rest her cheek against his chest. She didn’t know how long they lay like that, trying to catch their breath. He trailed his fingers through her hair, not saying anything. This shouldn’t feel so comfortable. Screw what it should or shouldn’t be. It felt as right as everything leading up to it.