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"What do you want, Meg?" Oh, how wonderful that sounded. He wanted to know what she wanted. His deep sultry voice, raspy and sexy as it rolled over her skin. Gooseflesh formed, and her nipples furled into tight points. His eyes held hers for a long time, then he let them roam over her body and the heat that filled his features caressed her skin as if he were actually touching her. He let go of her chin and dropped his hand to her nipple, pinching it between his thumb and forefinger, and she moaned. "What do you want, Meg?"
She pushed her body into his hand, but she was held in place by his firm grip on her wrists behind her back. "I'm not above coaxing it out of you." In one swift move, he'd moved her wrists above her head, re-clasped them in his big, strong hand and pulled her T-shirt over her head—releasing her arms long enough to completely remove her shirt. His head dipped in to nip at her neck, the soft spot behind her ear and nip a trail down her shoulder, then back up to her ear. He whispered softly, "Do you want this?"
"Yes," she whispered in response.
He brought her arms behind her again, holding them in one of his hands. His free hand reached around and unclasped her bra, releasing the pressure on her nipples. The same hand then pulled the straps from her shoulders as far as they would fall with her hands still clasped behind her. "Oh, look how hard your nipples are. I think you definitely want this."
A soft tug on her hands behind her back pulled her body back, and her breasts jutted up closer to his face. His tongue softly circled a breast then blew on it, watching it tighten further. A beautiful smile formed on his lips as he watched his handiwork. Then he repeated it on the other breast, enjoying the show. Lavishing gentle teasing attention on her breasts had her squirming in his lap. She wanted it harder, firmer, commanding. She wanted to feel his ardor, his passion. She needed to know he was growing feelings for her as she was for him.
"You have the sexiest breasts. Full and heavy and sexy." He squeezed one with his free hand, testing its weight, the firmness, the texture. "Just perfect."
The backs of his fingers floated down her stomach, gently stopping just above her curls. "And this, your firm yet soft belly. When you press it against me I can feel the fullness of your breasts and the flatness of your stomach and woman, it is so damned sexy."
She whimpered as her body was on fire with his touches and his praise. "And, then there's this paradise right here." He dipped his fingers into the top of her jeans, found them a barrier to touching her wetness, so he pulled his fingers out, unbuttoned the fly of her jeans and tugged the zipper down with one hand. Eagerly dipping his fingers into her wetness, he hit her clit on the way down, and she rocked forward. "This is simply paradise, Meg. Soft and hot and so fucking tight. Did you feel how tight a fit it was when I slid into you? Could you feel every inch of me as I pushed my way inside you?"
"Yes. God, yes."
Her breathing grew ragged, and she could feel her skin flush with want and need. His teasing was a combination of foreplay and frustration. She just wanted him inside of her. Now. He seemed to want to take his time.
"So, I'm going to let go of your hands, and I want you to stand in front of me and shimmy your jeans and panties off. Then, I want you to climb back on my lap. Okay?"
Swallowing, she nodded, because shit, that was hot. He basically wanted her to strip for him and the way she felt right now, she'd do just about anything he asked of her if it meant he'd be in her soon. "Good girl."
He released her hands, placed his on her hips and helped her to her feet. Sitting back to enjoy the show, she thought a little teasing, in turn, would be good for him. Slowly letting her bra fall down her arms, she gathered a breast in each hand and squeezed them, tweaking her nipples, and then gathering them in her hands once again. His mouth dropped open, his eyes glazed, and when she allowed herself to look at his tented pants, the firm outline of his cock was pressed against the leg of his jeans. She licked her lips, and he groaned.
Tucking her thumbs into the waistband of the denim that now felt far too constricting, she wiggled her hips as she slowly revealed her lower body to him. They had sex twice earlier today, but he hadn't had the chance to really look at her. He was enjoying the view now if his rapid pulse pounding in his neck was an indicator. His breathing grew raspy, and if it was at all possible, the outline of his magnificent cock grew more pronounced.
Kicking her jeans to the side, she held her hands out to her side and slowly turned in a circle for him to get a full view. When she was once again facing him, he'd begun shucking his clothing in hyper speed, he shimmied his jeans down his thighs and oh, what a sight that was. He was still fit, defined muscles on his stomach, his corded shoulders and his strong thighs showed her all muscle and not an ounce of fat anywhere on him. Delicious.
His movement was so fast she didn't see it coming, but he placed his hands on her hips and pulled her toward him so quickly she almost lost her balance. Not to worry, he had full control of her once again, and the thought sent a shiver of deliciousness down her body to her pussy.
As she sat straddling his lap, his long thick cock jutted up between them, the slit at the top leaking pre-cum. She began to reach for it, but he pulled her hands behind her once again and clamped his mouth over one of her breasts and sucked in hard. She whimpered and then flushed when she felt the wetness gather between her thighs. As if he knew what she was thinking, he leaned back as far as he could while still holding her hands, and slipped his finger up her slit, smiling as he held his glistening finger up for her to see. As his eyes captured hers, he grinned before licking her juices from his finger, and she thought she'd pass out from the feelings that stirred in her. She wriggled her hips to get closer to his cock, which continued to bob between them, eager to fill her.
"All right, hon, rise up on your knees so I can position my cock to slide inside of you."
This was too much. She'd never been so commanded, so enthralled, and so utterly wet and excited. She could feel the sweat forming at her hairline and between her breasts. The flush of her skin was most certainly a tell of how anxious she was to feel him in her. Then she felt the firm satiny crown of his cock tease her entrance, back and forth, wiping their juices together at her entrance. "Okay, sweetheart—when you’re ready, slide down on me. Make it last."
"I don't want it to last. I want to go fast."
"Uh-uh, not this time, hon. I want to remember this while I'm out there on the road. I want to know you're remembering it too." His fingers dug into the side of her hip as she slowly slid down his solid cock. She needed to rise up and lower herself a couple of times before he fit his full length inside of her, but oh Lordy, once he was in her, the fullness she felt was delicious.
"I'll never forget this," she whispered. He let go of her hands, placing his other hand on her hip, working her up and down slower, much slower than she wanted to go, but she had to admit it felt so right.
Watching each other, every nuance of his face, those obsidian eyes, which in the firelight and waning light of the day looked darker than ever, his pupils dilated to the point she didn't know where they ended. His nostrils flared slightly when she impaled herself on his cock, then rocked back and forth to rub her clit against him. One of his hands flew to her clit then, his thumb rolling small circles around her swollen nub. She moaned her pleasure, and he continued working her clit as she continued riding him. He leaned into the back of the sofa and the change in angles hit her front walls, and she could feel her orgasm rushing forward. Her breasts swayed and bounced as she rode his cock, then he put more pressure on her clit, and she exploded. She called his name and moaned into her orgasm, and she heard him whisper, his voice raspy and jerky, "I fucking love that you say my name when you come."
Her legs felt like jelly, but he needed his release, so she braced her hands on his shoulders and moved faster, galloping toward his release. She watched in amazement as his face changed, the adoration she saw in his eyes grabbed her heart as she pumped his cock for all it was worth. His hands gripped her hips so hard, she'd probably have bruises, but it would be worth it. Then he stiffened and groaned long and loud, ending it with her name. He was right about that too; she fucking loved it when he said her name when he came.
Chapter24
He must be dreaming, a vision so lovely he could cry, a scene so dirty and yet so pure and complete he never wanted it to end. Auburn hair tickled his chest as his mouth was claimed by soft sweet lips. A warm tongue floated into his mouth, teased and tasted him so completely and yet intimately that he'd happily allow it to go on forever. That thought flipped his eyes open so fast, dizziness threatened.
There she was, the girl in his dream, his cock still inside her, her warm, flushed body pressed against his, her generous backside still in his hands. The smile she bestowed upon him had his heart racing furiously as if he had run a marathon.
"We're going to leave a mess if we don't clean up soon." Her lips smiled against his cheek as she brushed soft sweet kisses along it, then his jaw, then down to his neck where she inhaled deeply before laying her head on his shoulder.
His arms snaked around her back and pulled her close while at the same time lifting his hips to keep his softening erection inside her just a minute longer.
His heartbeat thrummed strong and fast in his chest, and it reminded him that for so long he hadn't felt alive, not really alive in that way each day brought a measure of excitement as well as work and play in the daily routines one's life held. He'd been half a man for years, so many years. Why hadn't he realized it until now? He'd never thought of himself as unhappy, but as he thought of it now, he'd not truly been happy either. He existed. Now he had met Megan, and she brought with her so much more than most women. A slightly sordid past, an ex-husband that had little to no morals and definitely lived on the wrong side of the law, and no real family to speak of—they’d all left her. She was everything he wasn't. Except for the miserable ex. But he was close to his family. Would she be able to insert herself into that? Sometimes when you've been alone so long, it was difficult to try and live with people again.
