Escorted by Claire Kent

toward the bed, already
fumbling with the buttons to his shirt.
    A few minutes
later, he was naked and her beautiful Chinese silk gown was disgracefully
pushed up past her breasts so Ander could mouth and stroke her bare flesh.
    Lori clutched
at his head, pushing his mouth against her sensitized nipple more firmly. She
couldn’t stop pulling at him, trying to get him as close as possible, feel him
as much as she could. Her thighs were parted and her legs wrapped around his
middle. She wriggled and rocked beneath him so she could rub her aching clit
against his belly.
    To her relief, Ander
wasn’t as leisurely as usual. His mouth was hard and hungry, and his hands were
demanding and seeking. He must have some instinct from years of experience that
was able to tap into her mood because his hot urgency was exactly what she
needed, exactly what she felt herself.
    She squirmed
and clawed at him as he worked her up into deeper desire until she couldn’t
take anymore. “Enough, Ander,” she gasped. “I need you to fuck me now.”
    He didn’t
hesitate. Barely raised his face from her breast. Just reached over and grabbed
for a condom and the lubricant from the nightstand. Then he finally pulled
himself up.
    His face was a
little flushed and his skin damp with light perspiration as he rolled on the
condom and slicked himself up with lube.
    Lori
practically howled with impatience until he parted her legs and stroked her
open with his fingers. Without prelude, he sunk two fingers into her channel,
curling them up to massage her g-spot.
    She made an odd
throaty noise—almost like a purr—and arched her spine up off the mattress. As
he pumped his fingers inside her, she tried to concentrate enough to decide
what position she wanted to use today. They’d been experimenting and she now
had quite a few positions in her repertoire. But she couldn’t make her mind
work through her heated haze to settle on one to request of Ander tonight.
    As it happened,
she didn’t need to. Instead of waiting for her lead, he muttered, “Why don’t
you turn over?”
    She did as he
suggested automatically, her body clenching in excitement. His fingers remained
inside her as she rolled onto her stomach, and the feel of the penetration as
she shifted position was delicious and debauched.
    Ander adjusted
his hand to accommodate her sprawl on her stomach and she almost whimpered in
pleasure as he fucked her with his fingers. Unconsciously, she lifted her
bottom to give him better access, and she felt his free hand stroking and
squeezing the soft flesh of her hips and ass.
    “Oh, God, Ander,”
she gasped, her head jerking to the side as she felt a climax tightening inside
her already. “I need to come so bad.”
    He made a
strange sound. A grunt, or something. And then he pulled his fingers out of her
wet, clinging channel. Before she could whine about the loss of penetration,
he’d replaced it with his cock.
    He slid into
her with a smooth, hard stroke, and she bit back a cry of pleasure at the
tight, tantalizing feel of him inside her.
    She managed to
look back over her shoulder at Ander. He was straddling her thighs and holding
her bottom high enough to allow his access. But Lori’s upper body was flattened
on the bed, and she felt helpless and deeply sexy at the same time.
    She clawed at
the bedding and moved a pillow lower so she could bury her face into it if she
felt the need to scream.
    When he began
to thrust, his presence hot and tense and powerful above her, she was pretty
sure she was going to need the pillow. The pressure of an orgasm was already at
its breaking point, and her body writhed and shook beneath his hard, steady
thrusts from behind.
    “Oh God,” she
mumbled, burying her face in the pillow as the tension shattered in a hard
climax. She smothered her cry of release so it came out as a muffled mewing
sound. The tremors of her orgasm shook her whole body, and she heard Ander make
a guttural sound as her pulsing inner muscles