Chapter 17 #2
I grinned into her, kissed her some more, loving how hot and needy she was, not confessing to how ready to come apart I was myself.
“Not done playing yet,” I eventually managed, then suckled her tit into my mouth again, drawing out another gasp. Taking my time, I swirled my tongue around her, scraped my teeth over her tip.
“Please,” she said on a pant. “Need you.”
I uncrossed her legs from behind me, braced her feet on the edge of the table, and drew my finger over her slick folds. She arched upward, seeking out my finger, so I buried it in her, then added another. Presley bucked her hips, gripping both my shoulders and taking what she needed.
I watched her come apart around my fingers, looking like a fucking goddess.
I groaned, my own need pounding harder at the sight I’d carry with me till the day I died.
Eventually her body went lax, so I kissed her, nipping at her lips, then dipping my tongue into her mouth.
The kiss was slow and molten as Presley curled one leg around my thigh until her foot rested on the back of it.
“Once again,” she said between kisses, “you’re still dressed.”
“Did it to yourself this time. And I fucking loved it.”
I straightened, pulling her up to sit on the edge of the table. I pressed another kiss to her mouth, then trailed my lips lower, taking my time to relish as much of her glistening skin as I could in spite of my desire making it hard to slow down, impossible to think straight.
Eventually I went to my knees, swirling my tongue over her center with a mind to revving her up again.
Based on the way she moaned and opened to me immediately, I got the message she didn’t need more revving, but I continued to tease and lave her while I reached to my back pocket for my wallet.
As I pulled it out, I kissed a path along Presley’s inner thigh, then stood.
Presley unzipped me and pulled out my dick, her touch making me suck my breath in, close my eyes, and run through dimensional lumber sizes from a one-by-two up to a two-by-twelve and back down again to avoid embarrassing myself.
My eyes popped open when she pressed a sweet kiss to my tip. Before I could mention how fast this would be over if she kept that up, she ripped open the condom and rolled it on me.
Without any finesse, I entered her as if this were my first time ever, roughly, urgently.
“Sorry,” I said on an exhale as I stilled, went back to lumber sizes. “Give me a minute.”
When I eased myself back from the edge, I opened my eyes to find her peering up at me with a sexy, smug expression.
“This is what you do to me.” My voice came out ragged.
“My pleasure, big guy,” she said as flirtatious as I’d ever heard her.
I slid partway out and quickly thrust in, eliciting a gasp and wiping that flirty look right off her face, morphing it into lustful.
“You think I’m big?” I asked.
“You know you’re big. Ahh, yessss. God.”
With a grin, I managed, “Now you think I’m God?”
She laughed. “Add ego to the ‘big’ list.”
I growled and kissed her as our bodies found a rhythm, and she locked her legs behind me again, arching into every thrust.
This. This heaven was what I’d been craving since I walked out of her house Sunday night. A few hours with her weren’t enough. That was like savoring a single bite of the best, most decadent seven-layer chocolate cake and having to leave the rest. It went against the laws of nature.
As our intensity climbed, the patio table rattled and felt like it might collapse at any minute.
“This table is shit,” I gritted out.
Presley laughed again. “Not sure this…is the intended use.”
I worked my hands down to her cheeks and picked her up. With my pants stuck around my thighs, I managed to move us the short distance to one of our newly sanded, thankfully unpainted walls, pressing her back against it.
The paint thought was my last coherent one for the next indefinable block of time as I lost all track of everything except how this woman felt. How she made me feel. How I never wanted this to end and yet how fucking badly I needed to explode.
Presley’s grasp on me tightened, her arms around my neck as she held on with everything in her and keened her way through her climax.
Her body contracted around me, squeezing me in the hottest fucking way, and I followed her over, pressing her hard against the wall, trying to keep us both upright as I came so hard I hoped the walls could hold us.
We stood there, locked together, frozen, possibly in another dimension for a few stupendous seconds of absolute bliss. I kept my body pressed into hers, our heartbeats thundering together as we tried to catch our breath.
As I came back to reality, I slid Presley down so her feet reached the floor, our bodies still flush, the wall still supporting us. I tipped her chin up and kissed her.
“That?” she said, her lids half lowered, her cheeks pink, hair falling out of whatever had been keeping it on top of her head. “Was hot.”
All I could get out was a growl of agreement.
When I thought my arms could function, I pulled my pants up to my waist so they wouldn’t drop all the way to my work boots.
“You covered those windows just in time,” I said, drawing a quiet laugh from her.
“I didn’t do it so you could bang me against the wall, but it worked out.” She ran her finger along my lower lip.
“Sure did work out,” I said with a lazy, satiated grin.
I tore off a paper towel from the roll and took care of the condom, then zipped and buttoned my pants.
Presley put on her sky-blue thong, then pulled those little shorts up as I considered how not to fixate on the fact that all I had to do to touch those luscious cheeks was run my hand up her leg and under the cotton of her shorts.
We’d get a lot more done if we worked in separate rooms this evening.
As she put her bra on, I picked up her tank and held it out for her, then kissed her again.
“Now maybe I’ll be able to focus on work tonight,” I said.
“Because I’m out of your system?”
“Until the next time.”
Her brows shot up, and she sent me a spicy look of promise.
I imagined taking my time with her, spending a full night with her, waking up and making pancakes with her, maybe taking the kayaks out at dawn.
And there it was, exactly what I’d been afraid of. The predisposition to rush in. To want too much. To imagine a relationship in something that was intended to be just a good time.
Either I needed to rein myself in and remember this was a no-strings-attached, physical-only arrangement, or I needed to retreat and save myself a whole lotta trouble.