“And this massive hard-on is over what…” She glances at the contract in my hand. “Licensing percentages?”
“I have a thing for details,” I murmur, my breath catching as she places a light kiss on the center of my chest.
“Well…” She kisses me again. “Don’t let me keep you.”
I pretend to read while she slowly, thoroughly kisses her way across my chest. Each lingering press of her lips upon my skin undoes me a little more. The tenderness mixed with heat, as though she’s both worshiping and reveling in me, makes my heart clench and my cock throb.
Her tongue flicks over my nipple, and my hand shakes, my breath stuttering.
“God, you’re so hot this way,” she says. Her teeth catch the tip of my nipple and tugs.
I grunt, liquid heat licking up my thighs. The contract falls to the bed, my head hits the wall with a dull thud.
Farther down she goes, following the valley between my abs. “So. Fucking. Sexy.” Each word punctuated with a kiss. “I want you to fuck me while wearing those glasses, Gabriel.”
This woman will kill me.
I swallow hard, search for my voice. “If you’re a good girl, perhaps I shall.”
I don’t miss the way her peachy arse clenches. Something primitive and base flows through me. My voice roughens.
“Take my cock out. You’re going to suck it.”
A little sound rises in her throat, and I know I’m getting to her, which gets to me. My skin is so hot, I can barely breathe.
Sophie’s hands trace the edge of my boxer briefs, a sly tease. My cock pushes rudely against the fabric, and she lifts the elastic away from my waist. The throbbing tip catches on the band of my pants. She frees me, and I’m so hard, my prick slaps against my abdomen.
“Love that sound,” she whispers.
Good. It’s only for you. “Take me in hand.”
Her warm fingers wrap around me and squeeze. My eyes nearly roll back in my head. I swallow a groan, my hips lifting up to meet her.
“Softer,” I pant.
“Softer?” She kisses my chest again as her grip eases.
I nearly weep it’s so good. “Make me beg for it.”
Her lashes flutter, a breath leaving her parted lips. The tips of her fingers glide down my length, teasing.
I struggle to hold still, but she gently cups my balls and gives them a little tug. A groan rumbles in my throat. It turns to an outright whimper as she bends down and mouths the head of my cock.
Not enough.
“Sophie…”
“Mmmm?” The sound vibrates against my skin, and a throb of pained pleasure pushes through me .
I nudge upward, but she evades. A teasing lick flickers on my tip. “Fuck… Suck it, Darling. Suck it well.”
Brown eyes smile up at me, and she does, for one glorious pull, sucking me deep and tight. I arch off the bed, groaning. But she stops there and plays with me again, her pouty lips barely wrapped around my flesh.
Heat flushes my skin, and I give her what she wants. “Please. Please…”
And she does please me, lavishing me with attention, drawing out my pleasure as if her pleasure is connected to seeing mine. I lose myself in her, until my throat tightens with emotion and my balls clench with impending release.
I don’t want to spend in her mouth. Not this time. I pull her up, trying to be gentle, but my hands shake. She makes a noise of protest that I swallow down with a kiss as I tumble her onto her back, fumbling to hike up her skirt.
“I wasn’t finished,” she pants between kisses.
My hand slides beneath her little pink panties. Sweet slickness greets my fingers.
“I need to be in here.” I pet her soft, swollen sex before plunging in deep. And she cries out—a lovely plea that makes me greedy to hear more of them.
I kiss her mouth as my fingers work her within the tight fit of her panties. She moves with me, her hips thrusting and grinding on my hands. Our breath mingles, growing disjointed.
No more waiting. I wrench her knickers off, roll between her thighs spread wide for me. The first push into her is agony and heaven, because nothing will ever feel as good as fitting myself inside Sophie. We’re both frantic now, panting. I know she expects me to plough her hard and fast.
I slow down, cup her cheeks and softly kiss her as I slowly work her slick clasp.
“Gabriel,” she whimpers into my mouth. “More.”
I know she means faster. I plunge as deep as I can and hold it until she quivers before easing back out.
“I’ll give you everything,” I whisper.
She eats at my mouth, her body wriggling beneath me as she tries to change the tempo. But I have her where I want her. I move in her, let her feel each inch. She huffs out a half-laugh, half-disgruntled complaint.
“Sophie.” My voice is clear and firm, demanding her attention.
Her eyes meet mine, and I let her see everything—what she is to me, what she does to me.
Her breath hitches, her eyes wide and shining. I feel her body yield, becoming softer.