“You taste like pure sex.” Her face was shiny, her lips lush, her voice smoky when she rose off me.
Already primed and ready to go again, I beat my head against the seat rest.
Then Shy launched herself at me, kissing me with the deepest greediest lunges of her tongue.
Primed and ready again.
Forcing her back through sheer will alone, I tucked my dick back in, zipped up, and got out of the car.
True to her upbringing, Shy waited for me help her out.
She flashed even more panty when I took her hand and drew her up.
“One more kiss like that and I’ll fuck you in the elevator,” I warned.
“Promise?” She eased her hand into mine.
“Oh yeah.” I pulled her into the elevator with me. “But I’ve got somethin’ else in mind tonight.”
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Shy had taken off her prosthetic and the wig, and I’d broken out the massage oils.
In the kitchen.
Unorthodox?
Maybe.
But I was all about breaking through the last of Shy’s reservations.
I also broke out the champagne. Of beers. Making her laugh when I opened two bottles of Miller High Life.
“Big spender.” She clinked her bottle to mine, and it foamed over.
“You know it.”
I watched her swallow the watery-tasting beer, and took a glug of my own. Then I set her bottle aside with mine.
“What are you doing?” She asked when I turned her around and began unzipping her dress that took sexy to an extreme new level.
“Getting you naked.” Kissing a slow hot path up the side of her neck, I slid the dress over her shoulders.
As it pooled at her hips, I dragged a knuckle down the center of her back, and goose bumps rose along her fine, soft skin.
I kissed the other side of her neck, and she braced both hands on the edge of the table she leaned against.
Reaching in front, I scraped my palms across her stomach and down, down with the dress that slipped to the floor. The bra followed after I flicked it open and eased it from her arms.
I swept my hands up from her waist to cup and squeeze the firm warm orbs of bouncy flesh.
Her nipples tightened.
She moaned.
Smiling against the small of her back when I dropped to my knees, I eased her thong off. And when I stood, I pulled her back so she felt my hard cock nestled against her.
That was when she started panting and rubbing against me.
“Not so fast.” I grazed my tongue against her earlobe before following the small curve up to her edgy bar piercing.
I scooped up one of the bottles of massage oil, still resting against her from behind.
While I warmed the lightly perfumed oil between my hands, she asked, “Is that doctor approved?”
I bit her on the shoulder then smoothed the sting away with several long slow licks. “Handsome approved, and that’s all you need to think about right now.”
With my palms filled with the oil, I set them at the undersides of her tits.
“Ohhh . . . But . . . but . . . in the kitchen?” She sounded unsure, but she rolled her breasts forward to settle them deeply into my hands.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Rode Her Hard
YEAH. SHY WAS GETTING more and more turned on.
Withdrawing slightly, making sure she remained steady, I said, “Good point.”
Quickly stalking away after telling her to stay put, I whipped off my shirt.
She wolf-whistled at my retreating back.
Tonight I was gonna fuck the shy right out of Shy.
I returned with a big fluffy towel, which I flipped open so it draped over the table. Then I lifted her up. And when I arranged her exactly the way I wanted—spread out perfectly on the tabletop—she traced and touched as much of my torso as she could get at.
With one lone finger, she tracked the line of dark brown hair that reached from the middle of my abs down to the waist of my jeans.
I pulled back.
She pouted.
I kissed that sexy pout until she reclined fully then I began my work. I drizzled long lines of oil over her gorgeous naked body, my smile turning into a lusty sneer when she hissed in a tight breath that made her tits perk up even higher on her chest.
The oil spread, leaving glossy trails from her neck, along her breasts, into her cleavage, and down her belly. I repeated the same motions with the oil from her shoulders down her arms, never touching her with my hands.
Shy was shiny. She slowly rotated her hips, her thighs rubbing together.
With the bottle held higher, I coated her right leg first then her left.
Her eyes flashed open when I set the bottle down. Keeping my gaze locked on hers, I applied the gentlest touch to the place where her leg ended.
I knew she wasn’t used to someone touching her there. Not even me, no matter how many times I’d made it clear I loved every part of her, inside and out.
She tried to pull back.
I wouldn’t let her.
And I wasn’t turning the lights off, either.
“This isn’t therapy, Shy.” I massaged in light motions—not to soothe her but to turn her on. “Just need my hands on you.”
She swallowed loudly, nodded hesitantly.
As a reward, I bent over her and licked from her little hooded clit up to her belly button.