Chapter 16 #3
His lips moved up and down, tongue behind her ear where she shivered once again.
Though Mike had a beautiful ocean view, he had eyes only for the woman before him.
The sound of her sighs, the soft movements, the arching of her back when he caressed her sides, they were like some addictive substance he could never get enough of.
He was hard as a rock. She was right. Anyone could tell he was raring to go, but what about Chloe? Was she ready? Only one way to find out.
Mike smoothed his hand over her bottom and down, down into her silky depths. She wanted him, oh yeah. When he slid a finger into her she clamped tightly around him like a tight wet fist. She whimpered and he kissed her shoulder, feeling like whimpering himself.
Oh man, this was so exciting. Though he couldn’t count the number of women he’d fucked, this felt so new, as if he’d never done this before. And he hadn’t. Not ever in his own home. And certainly not like this.
He was glad he’d had a phobia about bringing women home because this made it all new and fresh with Chloe.
He nipped her shoulder, just a little, though the way he was feeling it could have been a sharper bite, and felt her little start of surprise.
Moving his lips slowly, slowly from her shoulder, up her slender neck, to her ear, he said, “Open your legs for me, Chloe.” He could hardly recognize his own voice, hoarse and low.
She slid her legs apart and he nearly fell to his knees.
Oh yeah, right down on his knees, turn her gently around and just lap her up.
Kiss her right there just like he did her mouth.
A vibrating sound rose in his chest just at the thought and he could see it, clear as day.
Chloe, knees wide apart, shaking as he loved her with his mouth.
But that scenario worked best in bed and was going to switch from theory to practice just as soon as she could. Because his railing was just low enough that if Chloe arched backwards she could conceivably fall four stories down and he didn’t even want one molecule of that possibility in his head.
There’d be time enough—the rest of their lives in fact—for him to lay her out on the bed like this scrumptious vanilla ice cream cone he’d just lap up.
But for now…he circled her with one arm and anchored his other arm on the railing. Chloe would not fall down. If it rained fire from heaven he wouldn’t let her fall. He’d never let her fall.
With a long sigh he slid into her, into all that heat.
He could feel how her body welcomed his, how with every inch, she made way for him.
He started moving slowly, hunched over her.
He placed his palm on her belly, holding her still for him and was rewarded when he felt her internal muscles pull on his dick, the movement so strong he could feel it against the skin of the palm of his hand.
He could stay like this forever, moving in her like the ocean tide, in and out, slowly, like an eternal force made just for this. Made exclusively to love Chloe.
Another pull from her little sex and he moved even closer, thrust more deeply.
She moaned and her legs shook. Christ this was going too fast. He wanted to spend the entire morning on this balcony, making love with Chloe, with the smell of the ocean and the sea and burnt toast in his nostrils, but it wasn’t going to happen.
“Mike,” she whispered shakily, head down, small fists next to his on the railing.
Her hair swayed back and forth with his thrusts.
She arched back against him, fully open to him and he stepped even closer, movements short and quick now as he felt a hot liquid line run down his spine.
He was sweating, panting, movements quick and hard.
Chloe let out a keening sound that rose high in the morning air and began coming, hot liquid pulls that were impossible to resist. Mike set his feet and pounded in her until something sweet and hot rushed through him and out his dick, strong hard pulses that seemed to echo the beat of his heart.
Mike stayed wrapped around Chloe for long minutes afterward, coming slowly back into himself. With a sigh, she relaxed, moved her head back to rest against his shoulder. Mike kissed her hair. They were so close it was hard to tell where he stopped and she started.
He nuzzled her, his breath and heart rate slowing. He was still in her, but if he moved, he’d slip out. He wanted to stay exactly like this for the rest of his life. His arms tightened. “I love you,” he whispered.
“I know,” she whispered back.
They stood there, Chloe in Mike’s embrace, watching out to sea, perfectly content. Mike swore when he heard his cell phone ring.
“Gotta take it, honey.”
She turned to smile at him.
Goddamn. Whoever was calling, it better be good or he’d fucking rip them a new one.
He pulled out of her, his dick hating the cold after the warmth of Chloe, picked up the cell, checking the display. Harry.
“Yeah?”
Harry’s voice was low, serious. “Mike, you’ve got to come in. We’ve got a lead on who attacked Chloe.”