She narrowed her lips until she surrounded my tongue, and she sucked hard. It was the hottest thing any woman had ever done to me. Startling. Erotic as hell. And it broke the last tether I had on any restraint.
I grabbed hold of her zipper and dragged it down her back. Her dress was dove gray, soft to the touch, but boring as hell. Once I peeled it down her shoulders, I revealed red-lace lingerie. Sure enough, that was Heidi. Restrained, quiet, and definitely professional. Until something had her letting go of her outer shell. A wet T-shirt contest so she could show off her magnificent chest. Or me unzipping a gray dress to show red lace cupping lush breasts.
I feasted my eyes on those mounds, seeing the tight ridge of her nipples. And then I had to look lower. Down to the lace panties beneath her scrunched-up dress.
Yes. Matching red lace.
“Rob,” she whispered, and I could see the flush building on her skin.
I wanted to see her face, but I couldn’t look away from that tantalizing strip of red over her mound.
“Rob?”
“You are so fucking gorgeous.” I had more words in my head. Sweet ones that were meant for times like this. Times when I wanted to go slow and make it good for the woman. But I couldn’t grab hold of them. All I could see was that red strip of lace over her mound. And the way I peeled it straight down her legs. Easy thing to do when the woman let you cup her ass and stroke the thing away. Down, down her legs, over the knees, until it dropped away.
And then I feasted.
I didn’t go slow. I had no control. I just had to get my mouth there and taste her again. She was trimmed close, as if she’d known we were going to do this. It didn’t matter. I tongued my way down into her cleft. Thrusting and swirling while her juices burst over my senses.
Hot spice.
Musky ginger scent.
And wet everywhere.
I loved every second of it. I licked her, I put my fingers and my tongue inside her, and when I felt her back arch and her legs tighten across my shoulders, I went in for the home run. I sucked her clit like she’d sucked my tongue. Once. Twice. And I had my fingers buried to the hilt inside her when she came.
God, the greedy clutch of her body almost made me explode right there.
“I can’t wait,” I said, ashamed to admit it. But I couldn’t.
She was still gasping for breath when I flipped her over. I pulled her off the table, my hands shaking but absolutely sure in where I wanted her. Then I pressed her forward so that she half lay—belly down—across the table. Then I put her hands flat on the window while she looked back at me with gloriously dazed eyes. I smiled at her, then let my gaze slide down to her sweet round ass, pink and perfect.
Condom. Don’t forget the condom.
Where the voice of reason came from, I didn’t know. But it was right, so I fumbled into my pocket for a foil packet. I couldn’t get my pants off fast enough and I sure as hell hated the cold wet of the condom. But I had the sight of her in front of me, spread out and ready. Glistening wet and…
“Take off your bra,” I rasped. “Please.”
She flashed me a smile that was half temptress, half adventurous lover. She popped that bright-red bra off and her sweet breasts sprang free.
I wasted no time stepping between her legs. Gently, I returned her hands to the window. God, I was going to love looking up at the press box from now on. But for the moment, I set her hands on the window again and whispered into her ear.
“Don’t move. Let me do everything.”
She nodded, and so I set my hunger free. I let myself take her breasts in my hands. Lush mounds that I squeezed and teased. Her nipples were hard points, and I liked twisting them because it made her cry out with a high-pitched gasp while she lifted her ass to me. She loved it when I did that to her, so I was able to time things just right.
I pinched her nipples hard, adding a twist at just the right moment. She arched and stretched up on her toes. And I slammed home.
Nothing slow. Nothing delicate. I just thrust right inside.
She was so wet that I had no problem, but God, when her body fisted me like that, I lost everything but the feel of her. The taste of her on my tongue, the tremble in her body, and the wet, hot slickness of her pussy.
I penetrated her over and over. No control. No rhythm. I just wanted more and more and more.
I heard her cry out. I couldn’t believe she’d just come from this. But her pussy clenched tight, then milked me with greedy pulls, and I gave it to her.
Hard push. Hard grind. Hard, hard, hard.
