Chapter 1 #2
“Oh yeah?” Her gorgeous golden eyes flashed. “Then why do I have to go to such lengths to get your attention, lover-boy? I was naked in that shower, all sudsed up, soaking wet. But you didn’t hear the water running. You didn’t even notice I was there. The computer screen was more compelling.”
“Never,” I assured her. “You are my first priority, always.”
“Then why was I left to dry off my own rosy, dewy, water-drop-studded tits alone? Alas, poor me. I’ve hooked up with a distracted tech nerd.”
“I’m not distracted.” I meant it with all my heart. I thought of nothing but her. Or rather, of her problems, which I meant to solve. But I couldn’t tell her that.
“No?” She twisted my arm, flipping me expertly off my chair, but I spun around and freed myself from her grip.
I was wise to her tricks. She was often in a physical, sportive kind of mood after teaching her two advanced classes at her martial arts school.
She just came at me, in full attack mode. It turned me on intensely.
Then again, there was very little about her that didn’t.
I slithered, whip quick, into position to fling her over my shoulder and tossed her onto the cushions of the new couch, chosen for my studio. I had chosen it for the wide cushions and the squishiness. I had plans for this couch. And every other horizontal surface in every residence I owned.
She writhed sensually beneath me, pinned by my weight, eyes sparkling with excitement.
Her damp bathrobe had come loose, showing her rosy, fragrant, stunning body.
God, she was so strong. Sneaky and fast, too.
I had to work hard to keep from being bested by her when she was in one of her moods.
And she wanted me to be strong for her. The dynamics were so complicated, I couldn’t make my way through the maze with my brain.
I had to feel my way, with just raw instinct as my guide.
Somehow, my body understood what she needed. And there was nothing on earth I loved more than feeling my way into Kat Banner’s body, mind, heart, soul.
But right now my job was to make sure she didn’t break one of my arms.
She had one hundred percent of my attention.
Senses wide open, alert to every eyelash flicker.
She needed for the sex to be combative when she was in that mind space, and she needed me to prevail in order to let herself give in to pleasure.
It was risky, but when it worked, oh God. The payoff was explosive.
I moved against her, grinding my erection against her clit.
One leg wedged between hers, pinning her into the cushions.
Her wiggling and bucking and writhing was getting us both worked into a state of hot, breathless arousal.
My rock-hard cock ached with eagerness, but I never indulged it until she was ready.
Good thing that there was nothing on earth that I’d rather become an expert in than fucking Kat Banner.
I’d put in all the time necessary, no problem.
I’d make her slick and wet, quivering with eagerness, tension melted away.
I was making a systematic study of best practices.
What better way to spend my time? What was I put on this earth for anyhow, for fuck’s sake?
I re-positioned the aching bulge in my pants right where it would do her the most good, massaging her clit, but not too hard.
She liked it slow, not too focused, circling, swiveling.
I kissed her breathless, then seized her hands, trapping them over her head, staring into her eyes.
Letting every bucking and heave of her hips grind my cock tighter against her beautiful, hot, juicy pussy.
I could do this all night. I was in hog heaven, clamped between Kat Banner’s strong, long legs.
Slowly driving her toward that all-important first orgasm, the one that unlocked what came after.
Getting closer. She was making that sound I loved to hear, that almost frightened sounding, gasping whimper that she couldn’t hold back. The jerking of her hips, the breath, coming quick and fast…she was almost there.
No. Too soon. She needed a longer, deeper build-up, for a bigger payoff. I eased back, and her eyes opened, wide with confusion. She tried to buck beneath my weight to get me moving again. “What the hell?” she demanded. “Move! I’m right there, damn it!”
“Not yet,” I said softly. “Hang on just a little bit longer.”
Her face was flushed with anger. “Are you playing dirty power games again?”
“Always,” I said. “Dirty power games are my specialty. You like power. You don’t want me to wimp out on you. I’m starting to figure you out, but it might take five or six decades to work out all the details, so you might as well marry me. Make an honest man of me in the meantime.”
“You flash-talking bullshitter,” she gasped out. “Teasing me.”
“Hell, yes. My new life’s purpose is figuring how to make you come harder.
” I rolled to the side, just enough so I could slide my hand between her legs, into that swatch of damp blond fuzz, then penetrated her slick, tender pussy lips.
One finger working the taut, slick bud of her clit, the other fingers sliding into her hot, juicy hole.
The little muscles inside her clenched around my fingers.
I worked her, eyes closed, plunging boldly, seeking out those hot inside spots that made her melt, drinking up those helpless whimpers against my ravenous kiss.
Urging her with every part of myself to give in to it.
She did, like a landslide. She wailed as the orgasm gripped my hand. Greedy little pulses of delight, promising my cock what was in store.
Her face was pink, and her eyes were wet, which boded well. She was soft, boneless, her guard down, so I dared to lift my weight off her, wrench off my T-shirt, unbuckle my belt. Kat writhed and stretched luxuriously, licking her lips. She shrugged the terrycloth robe off her shoulders.
“You’d better leave that bathrobe right where it is, on the couch,” I said. “I intend to make a big mess.”
She laughed, looking me up and down in frank appraisal. Then reaching out, tracing the bulge of my cock, still trapped in my jeans, with her forefinger.
“Look at that,” she murmured. “You’ve gotten too big for your britches.
Joanna warned me I might have trouble with that, you being a big-shot billionaire hottie, and all.
And here you are, literally bursting at the seams.” She pulled the buttons of my jeans loose, and jerked them and my briefs down, making my cock spring free, bobbing eagerly in front of me, flushed and heavy.
“But I feel uniquely equipped to affront the problem. Head on, so to speak.”
“Oh, God, yes,” I said thickly, as she took me in hand. “Affront away.”
Kat leaned forward, swiping her tongue voluptuously over my cockhead. Around…and around…and around. Slow, wet, swirling, flicking. Lapping up the gleaming drops of pre-come, and then, very slowly, sucking me into her hot mouth.
It was her turn to tease. Her turn to wield extreme pleasure as a weapon of sweet torment. She could play those power games like a pro.
There was nothing I could do now but bury my hands in her thick, satiny hair, grit my teeth, and take it. Gasping, shuddering, moaning.
Praying that she’d never stop.