“No. I wanted you to touch me. I was waiting for you to touch me.”
“I’m not going to make you wait any longer.”
She grabbed his arm, wrapping her hand around his bicep, sending him some kind of message with sharp nails that dug into him, likely right along his tattoo. “You better not make me wait any longer.”
He dragged one finger against the cotton panel of her panties, and a growl erupted from him. A long, slow, appreciative growl. Her breathing grew harder, nearing a pant as he stroked her. “I was wrong,” he said in a low voice.
“About what?”
“You are f**king soaked, and I can’t let you sit like this. I can’t let this delicious wetness go to waste,” he said, reaching under her skirt with both hands, and tugging her panties down past her knees. He stopped at her ankles, and she arched an eyebrow in question.
“The panties stay here. I want to hold your ankles in place.”
“You weren’t kidding when you told me what was on the menu this weekend,” she said, her lips curving up in a delicious grin.
“I take my restraints very seriously,” he said, twisting her panties in his hand, tightening the hold on her feet.
Keeping the underwear in place, he ran his fingers across her sweet, slippery pu**y, watching her mouth fall open, and her eyes drift closed. “It would be so wrong of me to just finger you,” he mused playfully as he coated his fingers in her wetness.
“Are you going to f**k me then?” Her voice was so desperate, her body so in need of what he planned to give her.
“I’m going to f**k you with my tongue,” he said, letting go of the scrap of fabric to grab her hips and slide her down onto the seat. He spread her open as he pushed his leg down hard on her panties to keep her high-heeled feet bound together. He was ready, so ready, to taste his woman. “The last time I did this to you, I tied you up, Julia. But this time I want your hands free to grab my face, pull hard on my hair, do whatever you need to do. You can f**k my face hard. When I get out of this car, I want to look like a man who was eating pu**y.”
“Oh god,” she gasped as her head fell back against the seat.
He buried his face between her legs, and she cried out. A loud, no-holds-barred yell that echoed off the windows of the car, it was the most beautiful sound in the world. She gripped his head with her strong thighs, an involuntary reaction to the first touch as he licked her. Then she let her knees fall open for him and he savored her, working her up and down with his tongue, his lips, his mouth. He lapped up all her juices, the taste of her intoxicating and making his c**k even harder, if that were possible.
He drove his tongue inside her, setting off another shattering moan that was music to his ears. She was quite an instrument to play, so finely tuned, and if he touched her right, she made the most glorious sounds – raw, intense, absolutely delicious noises of pleasure as he plundered her with his tongue. She grabbed his hair, yanked and pulled him closer as he’d told her to do. She started rocking her hips against his face, her exquisite pu**y rubbing all over his stubbled jaw. She moved faster, and harder, and she was f**king him furiously right now, taking charge of how she liked it, her breathing turning wildly erratic, her moans signaling how close she was to release. He thrust one finger inside her, crooking it and hitting her in the spot that turned her moans into one long, high-pitched orgasm. She shuddered against him, her legs quaking, and when he finally slowed to look up at her, he saw her hair was a wild tumble, and her face was glowing.
He watched her reactions, enjoying the way the aftershocks seemed to radiate through her body, like waves. He moved to the seat, slid alongside her, and pulled her close, tucking her sexy body against his.
“Forgive my manners. I didn’t even ask how your flight was.”
“It was worth it, Clay. My flight was worth it.”
Chapter Three
They barely made it inside his apartment. Before the door even closed, he’d hiked up her skirt. Were they on the fourth floor? Or the fifth floor? Hell if she knew. Hell if she cared.
She grappled with the zipper on his pants, tugging and pulling as he caged her in against the wall with his strong arms. She pushed his pants down, then his briefs, and she wrapped an eager hand around his cock, hot and throbbing in her palm. He drew a sharp breath at the first touch, and she loved this; the moment when a man was helpless to her touch. When the control all swung back to her. They were so simple, men. When it came down to it, they were ruled by their erections. Even when she gave in to a man, she still knew who was always in charge. She was, the woman was. Especially as she watched the expression on his gorgeous face, his eyes rolling back in his head as she stroked him. He rocked into her fist, f**king her hand once, twice, three times.
She dipped her free hand into her sweater, then inside the cup of her bra, hunting out the condom she’d stowed there earlier. Never could be too safe or too ready, she reasoned.
She ripped open the foil, and the sound make his eyes snap open.
“You come prepared,” he said.
“I prepare for coming,” she replied, then rolled the condom on him, loving the way he watched her hands on him.
“Now, f**k me against the wall, Clay. Fuck me hard and fast, and if you think I can’t take it, f**k harder then,” she said.
“You think you give the orders here? I’m going to make you pay for that later,” he said, as he grabbed her ass, hitched her legs around his waist and sank into her.