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"Wynn..."
There was next to no control in his voice right then.
Which was exactly how I wanted him.
"Did you see this?" I added, covering his hand with mine and guiding it down my belly, over my hip, then down my thigh, sliding inward to find the slit, then gliding it up my bare leg.
An actual growling sound escaped Fitz then as his fingers curled in for a moment like he was trying to keep them from moving, his fingernails biting crescents into my flesh.
He lost the battle, though, and his hand flattened and started moving up.
"I didn't see you put panties on," he mumbled in my ear as I leaned back against him.
"That's because I didn't," I told him, turning my head in toward his neck, taking a deep breath of his spicy cologne. "I didn't put a bra on either," I told him, taking his other hand from its placement just above my hip, and putting it over my breast, forcing it to curl in, to squeeze the soft flesh.
A low moan moved through me as I released his hand, raising my arm up and back, grasping the back of his neck, giving him full access to me.
There was the briefest of pauses before he lost his battle with himself, and his hand was sliding upward, slipping under the neckline of my bodice, closing over my bare breast in such a hard, possessive way that a surge of need pooled between my thighs at the contact.
My ass wiggled backward against Fitz, feeling the proof of his desire pressing against me.
A whimper moved out of me as Fitz's fingers went to my nipple, rolling it into a tightened bud before pinching, squeezing, then moving across my chest.
"We have to stop," he murmured as I wiggled my ass against his erection.
"I can't imagine why."
"I have a house full of guests."
"They're being wined and fed. They don't even realize you're gone."
"Someone could see us," he said. And despite his words to the contrary, his hand on my thigh moved higher still, teasing the skin there, but not quite making the contact I so desperately needed.
"Oh, but doesn't that make it all the more exciting?" I asked, arching upward, so when my hips slipped down again, his cock pressed between my thighs.
"Wynn..."
"Just say yes," I demanded, leaning in to press a kiss to his throat. "We both want it," I added, wiggling against him. And the motion made his hand slip.
"Fuck, you're so wet," he groaned as his fingers seemed helpless but to slide up my cleft, to tease around my clit.
"See how much I need you?" I asked as his finger moved down and slipped inside me. "I want you inside me," I added as his fingers started to fuck me.
I knew by the sound of his growl that he was too far gone to fight it anymore.
I turned in his arms, wrapping my arms around his neck, and sealing my lips to his.
If I'd been expecting hesitation, I found none as his lips crushed to mine, deepening the kiss, demanding more, everything.
His teeth nipped my lower lip, dragging a ragged moan from me that allowed his tongue to move inside and claim mine.
His hand roamed over my back, my ass, then slipped back between my thighs, driving me up toward that fever pitch.
"Fitz, fuck me," I demanded as my hands went between us to work his button and zipper free.
On a growl, his hands moved down to snag the material of my dress, starting to slowly pull the skirt upward, bunching in his hands even as my hand grabbed his cock, pulling it out, and stroking him.
"Fuck," he growled as my finger stroked over the head, making a shiver course through him. "Back pocket," he said, voice rough.
My hand slid around his hip, sinking into his ass for a second before fetching his wallet out of his back pocket, then searching blindly for the foil.
"Here," he said as I found it and tucked his wallet away again.
"I've got it," I told him, watching the heat in his eyes for another second as I stroked him before opening the condom, and sliding it on.
As soon as I was done, he turned us, slamming me back against the wall, reached down to grab my thigh, pulled it up, and spread it wide against the wall as he stepped inward.
His cock pressed between my thighs, slipping up and down my slick cleft, then tapping on my clit until I was writhing and begging for more.
"Fitz, please," I begged, wiggling my hips against him.
Before I could even draw in a steadying breath, his cock was surging inside me, making me take every thick inch of him as he buried to the hilt.
A choked moan escaped me as my forehead pressed into his shoulder as I was overcame with the strangest set of sensations. The only way I could describe it was, it felt right.
