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Relief washed through me. I wanted desperately to be able to do something, anything, to help her. “Wonderful. What’s that?”
Putting her mug down on the counter, she kept her eyes on me as she said, “You can ask me what I’m wearing under this robe.”
Relief turned to heat, that shot straight to my core. I paused, then swallowed. “What are you wearing under that robe, Zara?”
“Nothing.” Her gaze flicked to my groin, where I was already getting hard, then back up to my eyes.
“Really?” I took a step toward her. “Show me.” She reached for the belt of her robe, undid it slowly. Another step forward and I was only a few inches from her as she let go of the belt and her robe fell slightly open. Lifting my hand, I touched a finger to the base of her throat, then trailed it down, over her sternum, between her breasts and lower, over her stomach. Goose bumps appeared across her skin and I smiled as I made my slow, torturous way even further down, stopping just short of touching her between her legs before trailing my hand back up. She was staring at me, her breathing shallow, when I flattened my hand over her galloping heart.
Keeping her hands at her sides, she said, “I want you to kiss me.”
“Mm, not yet.”
“You want to torture me?”
“I do.” Skimming my hand again over her breast, I pushed the robe open. Her gasp when I cupped her breast, causing the nipple to pebble in my palm, shot straight to my groin. She was so incredibly lovely, her skin soft and smooth, her scent delicate and fresh. Her eyes were dark and hot on my face as I ran my thumb back and forth across her nipple. It was intoxicating to watch her responding to my touch.
Sliding my hand down to her hip, I pushed her back against the counter and with my other hand pushed her robe halfway off, exposing her shoulder. Relishing the slow exploration of her body, I trailed my fingertip along her collarbone, up her neck to just under her ear, and back down again.
“Oh God, why does that turn me on so much?”
Smiling, I leaned forward, pressing hot kisses from the outside of her shoulder to her neck, to her ear. “Mmm,” she said when I grazed her earlobe with my teeth before moving along her jaw, finally claiming her lips in a searing kiss. She opened them instantly, dancing her tongue around mine, winding her arms around my neck and pressing herself against me.
“Do you know what I want?” I murmured into her lips.
“What’s that?”
“I want to kiss you…”
“You’re already kissing me,” she replied breathily, confusion in her voice.
Sliding my hands down her back, I cupped her ass, lifting her onto the counter and stepping between her knees. “I want to kiss you…everywhere.”
Her confusion cleared, followed by hesitation. “No one’s ever…”
“Well, that’s a tragedy,” I replied. I ran the back of my knuckles along her cheek. “It gives me a thrill to know I’m the first. I want to taste you while you come on my tongue.”
I saw heat flare in her eyes, and my pulse started racing when she nodded. Cupping her face, I kissed her gently, carefully. “Tell me to stop if you don’t like it,” I breathed.
“I’m sure I’ll love it.”
Lazily, I ran my hands up her thighs, pushing her robe open and gripping her hips as I pulled her forward, so she was right on the edge of the counter. Breaking away, I kissed her jaw, down her neck, her chest, her breast, running my tongue over her taut nipple, palming her other breast. Her heart hammered under my hand as her breath turned shallow.
She leaned back so I could continue my slow movement down her body, pressing open-mouthed kisses over her stomach, moving my mouth lower. Sinking to my knees, I pushed her legs wide, running the fingers of one hand lightly up her inner thigh, keeping my eyes on her face when I reached her pussy. My balls tightened when I ran my finger over her, slick and hot and wet, her eyes glittering with desire.
When she closed her eyes, I leaned in and ran my tongue over her clit, feeling her responsive moan move right through me. As I feasted on her, I felt her bury her fingers in my hair, her body quivering, her breath heavy, flicking my tongue faster and faster until she went rigid, her cries shattering the late-night quiet of the kitchen as she climaxed.
“God, Matthew, the things you do to me…” she said when I stood. Reaching for my belt she pulled me closer, kissing me while she undid it, pushed my pants down and took my hard, throbbing cock in her hand. “I love the way this feels,” she said in a low voice.
“Mm, me too…” I said as she stroked my length, up and down, up and down, before running her thumb over the tip, her smile hot and sexy. “Enough,” I almost growled. I had a sudden, fleeting thought that I wanted more than these quickie sessions. I wanted to take my time with her, wanted for us both to be completely naked. Wanted to hold her afterward. Wanted to sleep beside her and wake with her in the morning.
But that wasn’t what she wanted. And since right now the need to be inside her was almost overwhelming, I didn’t stop her when she moved her hands to my hips, pulling herself to the very edge of the counter, her eyes inviting me. Begging me. I pushed inside in one quick, hard thrust. The feel of her, tight and wet around me almost undid me there and then. Drawing in a deep, steadying breath, I pulled out and then pushed back in, more slowly this time. I wanted to give Zara time to build up again, so that she could come again before I absolutely lost it.
“You know what I love?” she asked breathlessly.
“What’s that?”
“When you fuck me hard.”
