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When they bumped into her desk, he did something he’d never done before, though he’d seen it in plenty of movies, of both the regular and adult variety: he swept the top of the desk clear.
There were some clatters and smashes as everything landed on the cement floor, but Petra either didn’t notice or didn’t care, so Jay didn’t care, either. Slipping his hand from her jeans, he grabbed her hips, lifted her up. When her ass hit the desk, their kiss broke off as she gasped.
Flushed and panting, she stared up at him. Her pupils were huge, her irises like diamond rings around them.
Grey. Her eyes were grey. Bright as platinum. Dazzling.
This was a time he could speak, if he wanted. Instead, with their gazes still locked, he hooked a hand over her shoulder, splayed out his fingers so his thumb brushed her throat, and pushed her to lie back on the desk.
She went as if it were exactly where she wanted to go.
Had he ever had a hotter encounter with a woman? He didn’t think so.
He grabbed her jeans and panties and yanked them down. A pair of little black shoes, like ballet shoes, came off with them.
At the same time, Petra pulled off her halter and tossed it away. She hadn’t been wearing a bra. Now she lay spread before him, completely naked. Those silver hoops were turned up, lying against her hair.
As he watched in growing torment, while she watched him, Petra skimmed her hands down her body, over her beautiful, firm tits, her gorgeous, toned belly, to her amazing, sleek pussy. She fingered herself for a moment, then slipped her hands down her thighs to his hands.
She wove their fingers together, and for some reason, that was the hottest thing yet.
Jay lifted his hands, bringing hers with them. He brought each one to his mouth and kissed her fingers, sucking in the taste of her. A soft, long sigh wended like a ribbon from her lips.
Then he dropped to his knees, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and fed.
This was the thing he’d neglected to do the first time and had regretted his lapse ever since.
She was warm and soft and tasted good, like, legitimately good. Not candy or honey or anything crazy like that, but just ... right. Like the chemistries of their individual bodies were in sync. And shit, the way her strong, sleek thighs pressed against his head, the way her fingers tangled in his hair and pulled, the way her hips flexed and rolled with each lap of his tongue, the way her breaths had become tiny cries—hecouldlive down here.
He lapped his tongue through her sweet slit, up to her clit, again and again, pausing occasionally to adore that little nub, flicking his tongue over it, sucking it between his teeth. He knew—because Mom’s version of the sex talk was extremely detailed—that the clit was more than that tiny, hooded button, so when he had Petra rocking and rolling, grunting and gasping, pulling his hair so hard he could feel roots detach, he slipped a finger into her and found the spot that bumped up against the rest of her clit. And was rewarded with the beautiful sight and sound and feel of her enthusiastic surprise.
Like last time, when she went over, she did it quietly, but it was no less spectacular for that. Her back arched higher than he’d seen any woman arch, and her body went still and stiff, her toes pointed sharply, her heels digging into his back. Around his finger and under his mouth, she pulsed.
Jay was about to go off in his jeans.
As soon as she relaxed and let out a big, sighing breath, Jay came up from his knees, kissing his way up from her pussy, over her belly, her ribs. Her thighs slipped from his shoulders as he attended to each nipple, sucking the hard little beads, pushing them against the roof of his mouth. Then up higher, over her throat, her chin, to her lips.
He lifted up a little, so he could look down at her. She smiled and pushed his flopping hair behind his ears. Her lips moved, but she didn’t give sound to the word they made:Wow.
Feeling pretty proud of himself, and very much in need of continuing, he stood up tall, got a condom from his wallet, and got the sucker on as fast as he could. When Petra started to lift her legs again to get ready for him, he stopped her. As a confused frown began to form on her face, he picked her up and flipped her over.
Her gasp that time was sharper, maybe scared, and Jay second-guessed the move. Leaning over to put his mouth near her ear, he asked in a whisper, “This okay?”
Her answer was a nod. Between them, it seemed, sex was a quiet thing. Or at least nonverbal.
Cleared for takeoff, he positioned himself between her thighs, lifted her a bit with one hand under her hip, and with the other he guided himself into her.
A tiny cry like a musical note left her, and sustained until he filled her completely. Justooooooooooooooooooohhhh. Soft and shaky.
Nothing about him was soft. At the simple sensation of her heat wrapped around him, he thought his cock would explode. Every nerve he had shrieked to hurry, to go hard and fast, to get some relief as quickly as he could.
But far greater than his physical need was a different kind. He needed it to be good for her. Not just wanted, but needed. Likeherpleasure,hercomfort,herfeelings were where his self-image lived. What sense did that make?
It didn’t matter if it made sense. It was the strongest feeling in him right now. So he went slowly, easing out of her and back in, letting his hands brush and caress and knead her back, her ass, her hips.
Then, after maybe five, ten thrusts, Petra rocked back sharply, countering him so he hit the limit of her body hard. Stars exploded in his vision, and she let out a loud, earthy grunt. When he pushed in again, she did the same thing, changing their tempo from gentle to wild.Thatwas her pleasure, her comfort, her feelings. She wanted to get fucked.
He obliged. Leaning on one hand at her side, slipping the other beneath her body, he found her clit and began to pound into her as he rubbed on her. Each collision of their bodies shoved a loud grunt out of her and something more like a roar out of him. Her hands flew around and grabbed his forearms, sinking her nails into his flesh as if they were claws.
