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"Dear god, yes," she uttered, her legs spreading wider, her sex pounding furiously at his words. She heard the merciful sound of his zipper, the rip of a condom pack. She watched in the mirror as he rolled it on, his fist anchoring it over the base of his cock in the sexiest way.
When he began to drive himself slowly into that oh-so-sensitive place, she groaned. He filled her completely. The fabric of her G-string was tight between her pussy lips, capturing her clit. She felt wild, yet tethered. "Fuck me hard," she begged.
"Believe me, I intend to." He said the words through gritted teeth. He pulled her roughly into position on him and began to drive his cock in and out, his hands holding her hips.
She pressed back, meeting each thrust with a low cry from deep in her throat. She braced her arms against the sink.
"You're a wild creature, Abby, aren't you? I could see it the moment we met."
She drove back onto him, her feet spreading wide to hold her upright when she began to feel the heat of her climax building. "I'm going to come… I want to come." Fevered and anxious, her voice wavered.
Her fingers tightened on the porcelain. Her head hung down and her hips worked quickly against him. She felt him slide a hand up her throat and stroke her neck from her chin downwards, lifting her torso upright, taking her weight and crushing her entire body down onto his cock. Her toes barely scraped the floor. She screamed with pleasure. She felt his cock there, in her throat, beneath his hand. Hot, hard, ready to burst and flood. They both felt it.
He groaned deeply and she felt his cock grow harder still, wedged against her cervix, then the leap and surge of flesh as he came. She wriggled and flexed, desperate for the release. A flash of divine heat traveled through her body. As the heat blossomed and spread outward she gave a long low moan, her body convulsing.
His hand stayed locked over her until she slowed her movements and finally stilled. She wavered. Her body felt weak. He pulled free, supporting her until she fell against the wall for support. She watched, panting, as he removed the condom, knotting it. Her body gave a final shudder of release and she whimpered, her body sliding down against the wall.
He dropped the rubber in the wastebasket, pulled up his zipper then reached for her. He kissed her mouth and stroked her body, calming her with his broad warm touch, his gentle kisses. She met his mouth anxiously, realizing that this was a new sensation—his mouth on hers in intimate, gentle kisses. His lips were firm and sensual. His hands on her were possessive, giving their shared kisses the deepest intimacy.
"Alas, I've got to...move," he murmured. "I have an appointment." He pulled away from her slightly, a small frown gathering as he looked at her with curiosity. "But I'd like to entertain you again soon, in more salubrious surroundings."
She moved her hands across his chest, touching his firm, leanly muscled chest through the soft material of his T-shirt. She wanted to see him naked.
"Soon?" She looked at him, waiting to see his reaction.
He nodded. "Tomorrow. Come to my place. I'll give you the address or...I could collect you and we could go for a drink?"
She wondered vaguely why arranging to meet seemed to create a sense of awkwardness between them. Perhaps he didn't do dating? Perhaps that was all part of his elusive, mystery-man-persona?
He arrested her in a tight grip and lifted her chin with his hand. "Do we have an arrangement?"
"Yes, tomorrow, please."
He straightened her G-string and his hand closed over her pussy. Heat surged up under his grip. She kissed his throat and she could taste the salt on his skin. She wanted him again, already. She would have to go soon or never leave.
Mercifully he took his hand from her, pulled down the material of her dress and stroked it over her hips. He smiled down at her boots and bent to place a kiss on her bare thigh.
As they went through the door she heard the music strike up again and turned to him, smiling suggestively.
He urged her on. "You'd better go before I decide to lock you in here with me and throw away the key."
"It sounds tempting." Their eyes locked for an instant, then he seemed to create distance between them. She felt it as clear and swift as a door opening on a cold winter's night.
"Did you drive?"
She shook her head.
"I'll get Nathan to give you a lift," he murmured and she let her hand fall away from him.
She nodded. "Thanks."
"You've got my card. Call me whenever you're ready to meet."
Nathan appeared and looked at the two of them, a suppressed smile obvious in his expression.
Zac tossed him a bunch of keys. "Take Abby wherever she wants to go."
She followed Nathan out to the street, turning to take another look at Zac as she went. He stood in the doorway, his posture that of a graceful but predatory animal. She felt the warm heat still glowing inside her from their joining. She still had the taste of him in her mouth and smiled back before they turned the corner.
