took a break. His tongue went deep, digging in, demanding she give herself to him. At the same time, he tugged at her blazer.
The button flew off, clicking onto the entry tile somewhere. “Sorry,” he said into her mouth.
“It was loose.”
He braced her against the door, seized her breasts through her blouse, as if he had to have her now. She was dizzy with desire, alive with the thrill of his urgency.
He shoved his hand under her skirt and found her naked. “Yes.” He trembled at the discovery. “I could hardly see to drive thinking of you like this, waiting for me to—” He ran his thumb down the swollen length of her.
She gasped and sagged against the door.
He attacked her mouth again, still stroking her.
She begged in desperate murmurs for more.
He slid two fingers inside, digging in to snag her G spot.
“Oh…oh…ohohoh.” She pushed back against the door, her legs too rubbery to hold her up. She felt like she was on one of those carnival rides that slapped you against the wall and spun you and spun you and spun you. “That feels…so…good…so…oh, oh…”
She hooked a leg across his backside to open herself more fully to his fingers. “What about you?” she moaned, wanting to make him feel good, too, but not coordinated enough to do more than stay upright and experience this.
“Later. I want you to come for me.” He did something magical with his thumb while his fingers squeezed that glorious ridge behind her pubic bone.
Prickles shot across her skin, pushed by waves of heat and desire until she thought she might pass out.
Cole braced her more firmly against the door, reaching under her skirt with his other hand to cup her bottom, which increased the pull on her sex.
In seconds, she was shot through with the thrill of climax—a slow bullet of ecstasy, passing through her steadily, endlessly, taking its time, while Cole held her in hot hands, giving her a pure pleasure that would…not… stop.
She fell against him, completely overcome, seeing double, then not seeing at all. He’d made love to her barely inside her door, his briefcase at their feet, but it had been as incredible as all night between satin sheets.
She felt his unspent lust like a gathering storm between them. He moved fast, unzipping himself, shoving his pants to the floor, lifting her and adjusting his position to enter her, sliding immediately deep. His groan was rich with relief.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, which tore the side seams of her skirt. Another suit damaged, but she didn’t care. Cole wanted her so much he was taking her against the door, his pants around his ankles, completely out of control. She gloried in the wild recklessness of the moment.
Cole pulled out and thrust again hard, bracing her with his hands, pumping in, holding her in place, making her feel every inch of him.
She didn’t expect another climax, but it loomed, spurred by the hunger in Cole’s face, the power in his stroke, the way he held her safely all the while.
Moans and cries and gasps filled the air, she couldn’t tell their voices apart. They blended in a lusty symphony.
Then Cole sped up, pumping so rapidly, she couldn’t believe it didn’t hurt. But it seemed like they were one body, perfectly connected, perfectly in tune. As if the curve of his crown, the swell of his shaft had been made to fit her exactly. They moved in perfect synch, a smooth rush to the peak and then over together.
She felt each spasm of his release as a gift. Here and here. From me to you. She clutched him with her internal muscles and gave of herself. For you, Cole. For you.
And then his mouth landed on hers and they kissed for soft, lush seconds. Still holding her, Cole kicked off his pants, shoved off his shoes and managed to carry her to her bedroom, where they crashed onto her bed together—her on her back, Cole looking down at her.
She’d just had two orgasms with most of her clothes on. She placed her palms against Cole’s
The button flew off, clicking onto the entry tile somewhere. “Sorry,” he said into her mouth.
“It was loose.”
He braced her against the door, seized her breasts through her blouse, as if he had to have her now. She was dizzy with desire, alive with the thrill of his urgency.
He shoved his hand under her skirt and found her naked. “Yes.” He trembled at the discovery. “I could hardly see to drive thinking of you like this, waiting for me to—” He ran his thumb down the swollen length of her.
She gasped and sagged against the door.
He attacked her mouth again, still stroking her.
She begged in desperate murmurs for more.
He slid two fingers inside, digging in to snag her G spot.
“Oh…oh…ohohoh.” She pushed back against the door, her legs too rubbery to hold her up. She felt like she was on one of those carnival rides that slapped you against the wall and spun you and spun you and spun you. “That feels…so…good…so…oh, oh…”
She hooked a leg across his backside to open herself more fully to his fingers. “What about you?” she moaned, wanting to make him feel good, too, but not coordinated enough to do more than stay upright and experience this.
“Later. I want you to come for me.” He did something magical with his thumb while his fingers squeezed that glorious ridge behind her pubic bone.
Prickles shot across her skin, pushed by waves of heat and desire until she thought she might pass out.
Cole braced her more firmly against the door, reaching under her skirt with his other hand to cup her bottom, which increased the pull on her sex.
In seconds, she was shot through with the thrill of climax—a slow bullet of ecstasy, passing through her steadily, endlessly, taking its time, while Cole held her in hot hands, giving her a pure pleasure that would…not… stop.
She fell against him, completely overcome, seeing double, then not seeing at all. He’d made love to her barely inside her door, his briefcase at their feet, but it had been as incredible as all night between satin sheets.
She felt his unspent lust like a gathering storm between them. He moved fast, unzipping himself, shoving his pants to the floor, lifting her and adjusting his position to enter her, sliding immediately deep. His groan was rich with relief.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, which tore the side seams of her skirt. Another suit damaged, but she didn’t care. Cole wanted her so much he was taking her against the door, his pants around his ankles, completely out of control. She gloried in the wild recklessness of the moment.
Cole pulled out and thrust again hard, bracing her with his hands, pumping in, holding her in place, making her feel every inch of him.
She didn’t expect another climax, but it loomed, spurred by the hunger in Cole’s face, the power in his stroke, the way he held her safely all the while.
Moans and cries and gasps filled the air, she couldn’t tell their voices apart. They blended in a lusty symphony.
Then Cole sped up, pumping so rapidly, she couldn’t believe it didn’t hurt. But it seemed like they were one body, perfectly connected, perfectly in tune. As if the curve of his crown, the swell of his shaft had been made to fit her exactly. They moved in perfect synch, a smooth rush to the peak and then over together.
She felt each spasm of his release as a gift. Here and here. From me to you. She clutched him with her internal muscles and gave of herself. For you, Cole. For you.
And then his mouth landed on hers and they kissed for soft, lush seconds. Still holding her, Cole kicked off his pants, shoved off his shoes and managed to carry her to her bedroom, where they crashed onto her bed together—her on her back, Cole looking down at her.
She’d just had two orgasms with most of her clothes on. She placed her palms against Cole’s
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