be continued?’
Reid
I’VE NO TIME to ask her what her slight hesitation in the car was about because the minute the door closes she spins to face me, yanks my neck down and pushes her tongue against mine. I’d never admit it aloud, but keeping up with her vast collection of fantasies could prove too much for me, as ancient as I am, not that I won’t die trying, of course. And I can’t stop touching her, my hands and mouth desperate to explore every inch until we know Blair Cameron thoroughly and completely.
And I’m a perfectionist, not content to simply cruise—I want to get inside her head, I want to push her to her limit and I want her so sexually sated that I’m the only man on her mind, no room for hesitations, old or not.
I sling one arm under her arse as she grips my waist with her thighs and head for the bedroom. She tugs my hair, tilting my head back, and my mind scrambles for the nearest flat surface—we’re not going to make it to the bedroom, which is upstairs but may as well be on the moon.
Strung taut by my own pledge, I carry her across the hall and kick open the door to the nearest room, almost dropping her, she’s writhing so much. It’s my home office, not the most practical, but the floor is carpeted and there’s a chesterfield sofa in one corner, which is where I head.
‘I’m sorry—you’re too fucking sexy. This will have to do.’ The minute I release her she slides to her feet.
I slide my hand down her bare arm, allowing it to linger palm-to-palm for a few beats. I’m rewarded with the flex of her fingers against mine. The barest of handholds.
‘Why don’t you strip for me, gorgeous? I want to see all of you.’ I go first, shrugging off my jacket and unbuckling my belt.
‘You first—keep going. I want to see what I’ve only felt up to now. See if it’s as good as I’ve imagined.’
I grin—she’s irresistible. ‘I thought I was in the driving seat?’ I unbutton my shirt. Us naked is a win-win for us, whoever goes first.
‘You are.’ She kicks off her shoes. ‘Sorry. Habit, I guess, and eagerness to have that bad boy in my mouth.’ Her stare drops to my crotch as she thrusts her clutch bag my way. ‘There’s a condom inside.’ She scoops her dress up and off and, before I’ve even had the chance to take in her dark nipples and the strip of hair between her thighs I’d felt earlier, she’s up close, attacking my fly once more.
I take her hand, stilling her hurried tugging, and press her palm over my erection so she feels the pulsing of my dick that’s all for her. ‘I love your enthusiasm, but I’ve got this.’ I toss down the clutch bag and retrieve my own condom stash from the pocket of my trousers, pulling off my shirt.
‘Sorry.’ She chuckles. ‘I’ve just waited so long. I just want to make sure you don’t run away before I’ve had my wicked way with you. All of you.’
I grin, the picture she paints fuelling my libido, not that it needs any help.
My greedy eyes scour her nakedness and I can’t help reaching out to cup one perfect breast, my thumb tracing the nipple dragging another shudder from her. ‘You’re so fucking sexy.’ What is she doing here? Thank fuck I didn’t say that out loud.
She drags her bottom lip under her teeth, her eyes wide and glazed with affirming lust. I suck in some air and force my overexcited body back from the brink, determined to show her a good time, as promised, even if it means taking this at a pace abhorrent to my restless body. But first I need to get into her head.
‘I promise your patience will be rewarded,’ I say.
Her eyes flare, a mix of turned-on and vulnerable. ‘I know—I just...this is the first time I’ve been intimate with a man since...’
I nod. ‘I understand.’ That she’s comfortable telling me about her ex’s betrayal adds another layer of respect for her to what I’m already feeling. That she’s comfortable enough to tease me about our age gap leaves me feeling as alive as if I’m touching her, kissing her. Alive like I haven’t felt in years...
She shudders out a sigh. ‘A year is a long time.’
I step close. ‘A lifetime. And, as you’ve pointed out, I’m older than you, don’t forget. I’m struggling to keep up with that insatiably filthy mind of yours.’
Her teeth take another tug on that full bottom lip, a small smile playing there as her stare drops to my straining fly. ‘I’m sure you’ll do just fine, although if it were up to me you’d already be inside me.’ She blurts out a laugh, covering her mouth with one hand. And I grin with her—the fact that we can lighten such an intense moment for her into a shared joke sending me soaring.
‘You’re so forthright and demanding.’ How can I resist her when just her smile punches a hole through my chest?
‘You’re so hot, and hung. Stop talking.’
I obey, my libido grateful for the change of pace, and open my fly. I watch her face as I release myself with a sigh, my hand lingering for a lazy pump or two. Of course, my eager dick is done waiting and needs appeasing.
Her pupils flare with excitement.
‘You like that?’ I ask, certain of the answer.
‘Yes.’ She watches me stroke myself, short pants lifting her breasts, and then she drops to her knees, not even bothering to free me fully from my boxers before she wraps that luscious mouth around the head of my cock and moans, as if her need to taste me matches my need to have another taste of her sweetness.
I bite back the intense surge of pleasure at her heated mouth engulfing me. I guess we’re still battling for control of the steering wheel. But if it feels this good, I’m happy to concede some of the time. The sight of her mouth on me burns into my retinas, smashing every tepid fantasy from my mind like blows from a baseball bat. I wasn’t lying this morning—I’ve fantasised about her too, never imagining she’d ever reciprocate my attraction. Never imagining I’d get a shot with someone as astounding, jaded as I am.
I tangle my hands in her hair and hold the air trapped in my lungs while I rock my hips in time with the bobbing of her head. She looks up at me while she’s sucking, a smile on her face and her eyes wicked. It’s taking every shred of control I possess not to blow at the sight. It’s a good thing we’re just fucking—a woman like her could seriously threaten my single status if I was in the market for more. Wonderful woman could be made for me...
I cup her cheek, forcing my stare to stay on hers when the view of my cock disappearing past those lips is so tempting. I focus on sensation, grunting again when I touch the back of her throat and she hums, the vibration of the sound jerking new thrills alive along my length.
‘That feels so good.’ I widen my feet; clench my arse. ‘You look beautiful with your mouth on me.’ My voice breaks as her pupils dilate and her eyelids droop.
When she cups my balls, her fingers sliding behind to press down on my perineum, I grip her shoulders, pushing her back before I reach the point of no return and empty myself down her throat.
Fuck, where did she learn that trick?
‘Not yet.’ I drag her to a standing position and ease her back onto the sofa. ‘You need to come one more time, first.’
She squeaks out a protest as I hand her the condom and shed the last of my clothing.
‘I’m not sure I can. This is way better than my fantasies.’ She wipes her swollen lips.
I grin—it’s becoming a permanent look on me. ‘I’m sure you can. I’d put money on it, because I’m going to make you, and then I’m going to come too, inside you.’ I fist my attention-greedy