Page 164 of Vow Of Fire

If anything, the intimate knowledge we now shared about each other had only brought us closer together. Like that ultra-sensitive spot underneath my breasts that he was currently stroking with his thumbs as he sucked hungrily on one puckered peak, or the place about an inch below the head of his penis that drove him wild.

I reached for it now, wanting to feel the hardened length of him. Give him something in return. Make him feel as good as he was making me feel.

“Jesus, Ophelia, that feels good. Don’t stop.”

“We’ll have to be quick,” I whispered, working my hand up and down the length of his thickened shaft. “In case we’re missed.”

“I don’t give a fuck if we’re missed,” he growled against my breast, as he reached down and lifted the chiffon folds of my dress. “I’m not rushing this.”

“Oh, okay,” I moaned as he pulled down my underwear and cupped me.

“Christ, I love how ready you always are for me.” How could I not be with his mouth still sucking hungrily on my nipple, and his fingers sliding between my slick folds?

“Oh God.” I bucked against his hand as he found my tight bundle of nerves and began to rub it gently.

My hand pumped up and down on his cock, more frantically now as I felt the pressure start to build in my lower abdomen.

He released my breast and his mouth found mine, warm and hungry. He kissed me so hard and so deeply that my knees went weak. I had to lean back against the desk for support.

My grip on his cock faltered, but he just pressed his erection against me as he delved deeper with his tongue and his fingers. I cried out against his mouth as he slid a finger inside me. He absorbed it with a low growl and repeated the motion, fucking me with his finger until I was thrusting shamelessly against him.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured, as my hands went around his neck and I clung to him. “I’m going to make you come so hard.”

I whimpered, my eyes glazing over as he brought me closer and closer to release.

“But not like this.”

I shuddered as he withdrew his finger. “What are you doing?”

He gave a slow, sexy smile. “I want to be inside you when you come undone.”

I was literally seconds away from orgasming.

“You’d better hurry,” I whispered, pressing myself against him. The straps of my gown had fallen down both arms and the skirt was bunched around my waist. I felt wanton and wild and insanely turned on. This man had opened my eyes in so many ways, not just sexually, and I loved him for it.

“You don’t need to tell me twice,” he growled, spreading my legs wide and stepping forward so he was lined up at my entrance. A heartbeat later and he was inserting himself inch by inch until he’d filled me completely.

We both groaned at how good it felt. How right. I clung to him, staring deep into his eyes, marveling at the intensity of emotion that I saw there.

“Fuck, I love you,” he murmured, gripping my hips and pulling me even closer so he was buried to the hilt. My legs were wrapped around his waist, my body primed and tingling, on the brink of another earth-shattering orgasm.

“I love you too,” I whispered, as he pulled slowly out then thrust in again, with more force this time. I groaned, flinging my head back. He pounded into me, and I could feel my breasts bouncing at the impact. The desk creaked and groaned with each surge and I cried out as I felt myself tighten around him.

“Come for me, baby,” he gritted, gazing at me as the first flutters of my orgasm hit. “Let me see you fall apart.”

At his words, I cried out and succumbed to the tidal wave of ecstasy that wracked my body. It kept coming and I bucked against him as he held me firm while he drove into me, sending me higher and higher.

“You’re so fucking beautiful when you come,” he rasped, moments before he tensed and I felt an explosion of heat as he shot hot seed into me. Over and over again, he plunged mercilessly into me, his fingers gripping my hips as he emptied himself.

The frenzy of activity extended my own orgasm—or triggered a new one, I wasn’t sure which—but I went flying over the edge again, biting down on a scream as fresh spasms of pleasure racked my body.

Afterward, he slumped forward, resting his forehead on mine.

“Now that was worth missing the party for,” he said with a lazy grin. He was still inside me, and part of me didn’t want to move, didn’t want it to end.

But I knew that we’d do it all over again tonight, when we got home.

He straightened my gown, bending to give my straining nipples one last kiss, before bending down to pull up his trousers.