The air was ripe with the scent of their arousal. Her aroma made his taste buds water and crave a sample. He claimed her mouth first, indulged in the pleasure of kissing her lush depths. Carly demanded as she gave, bold strokes and savage stabs of their tongues meshed their mouths and sent his libido soaring. His balls and cock stung with the urge to empty his seed. Their hips set in a rhythm as old as time, they bucked and rolled in search of relief from the fire burning them alive.
He ripped his mouth from hers, sucked in a gulp of air before lunging for her neck. Her skin felt like silk, smooth and delicate. He nibbled and licked his way to the pounding pulse in the shadowy indent at the base of her throat. With an open mouth, he kissed and suckled the tender flesh, her heartbeat vibrating across his tongue. His nostrils filled with the smell of her, a light trace of the perfume she always wore, the one that drove him wild, and her own unique musk. A combination of clean skin and hot female enticed him to savor, to relish.
The sounds tripping past her lips drove him further into the carnal hunger to take, possess. Purrs, whimpers, murmurs, the hitch of breath when he found a sensitive spot, all dragged him into the inferno of raging lust that consumed them both. He couldn’t wait. He had to have her now.
How he tore himself away from her he’d never know, but he did. He yanked his wallet from his back pocket, fumbled for the condom he kept inside.
“Strip,” he ordered.
He tossed his wallet over his shoulder and ripped the foil packet open with his teeth while undoing his jeans. He sheathed his rigid length as he pushed his pants past his hips. Covered, he looked at Carly. Her eyelids at half-mast hid her vibrant green eyes, her swollen red lips and flushed, sweat-covered skin were the sexiest sight he’d ever seen. She fumbled with her skirt zipper but he was through waiting. He gripped the hem, gathered the material up to bunch at her waist revealing the black lace strip covering her sex.
Damn. That was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.
Slipping his fingers into the elastic sides of her panties, he pushed the scrap of cloth down her legs until it dropped to the floor. The aroma of her cream drifted up to him as he moved his hand between her legs and encountered wetness. It coated his fingers and covered his palm. Her slick folds parted as he slid along her clenching pussy, then drove two digits into her with ease.
Carly moaned in pleasure and thrust against his invasion. Saxon pumped in and out, hard and fast. His thumb brushed her clit and her inner muscles clamped around his fingers. He wanted that tight vice surrounding his cock. Withdrawing his hand he lifted her leg.
“Put it over my hip, open for me.”
Without hesitation she did as he asked and tilted her pelvis to give him a better angle for entry. The head of his cock hit her slick opening and his eyes crossed. Lightning shot through his dick into his balls and settled at the base of his spine. He bent his knees, thrust forward and sank to the hilt in one swift shove. Her back hit the door and it rattled on its hinges but her cry of delight put his mind at rest about hurting her. Burned from tip to root, he kept his cock still, enjoying the thrill of finally being buried in her sweet body.
Carly’s body clenched tight around the man buried inside her. Every ridge, every pulse and twitch of his cock ricocheted through her sensitive pussy walls. Her muscles convulsed, clamped and released as they milked his flesh and dragged a growl from his throat. His shaft jerked, hit her in places never before touched. Stretched to the limit around him, her slick channel stung with pleasure.
She needed more, wanted him to pound in and out of her until her world exploded. A whimper fell from her lips as he withdrew. A cry of delight burst from her throat when he slammed back in. Caught between his body and the door she couldn’t thrust back. Carly moaned in frustration.
“More,” she demanded as he shoved in again.
Saxon grabbed the leg not around his hip. Tugging, he used the door to brace them as he lifted it around his waist. When the angle of penetration changed, she dug her heels into his ass and sank down on his cock. Impaled farther than she’d ever been before, on the thickest shaft she’d ever had, Carly could do nothing to stop the orgasm ripping through her.
Her back arched, her body grew rigid as the wave of ecstasy crashed over her. He didn’t stop, didn’t slow down. He plunged in, pulled out. Hard. Fast. Deep. She didn’t come down from the peak, her breath trapped in her lungs as he drove her into the next mind-numbing explosion. A scream tore from her chest, echoed around them, mixing with Saxon’s howl of satisfaction as he came.
They slumped against the door. His weight held her up even when her legs slid from his hips and her toes touched the floor. She shook all over. Tiny shudders—mini replicas of the spasms that had racked her body moments before. Fire filled her lungs with each breath and her sex pulsed around the softening length still buried inside. Some small part of her mind marveled at what she’d done. She’d had sex with her boss. Not just any sex, but mind-blowing, body-destroying sex.
She could get addicted to sex this good.
She could get addicted to him.
“Wow.” The word escaped her on a puff of air.