the little sound made him ache. He pushed her down, and she gasped again, clutching at his shoulders.
She tugged his shirt out of his waistband, and he almost tore the thing off, tossing it to the floor. She smiled, even more devilishly, then reached for the hem of her dress. The smile disappeared for a second as she slowly pulled the dress up and over her head, revealing the black merry widow she was wearing, complete with matching black garter belt and stockings. Desire hit himlike a club. âIf Iâd known what you were wearing under that dressâ¦â
âI wasnât sure if you were ever going to find out,â she said softly, stroking her fingers down his chest. She darted forward and nipped at his earlobe. âIâve been waiting all night for this,â she whispered huskily.
Reverently, he tugged down the cups of the merry widow, exposing her firm, high breasts. He leaned forward and teased her nipples, first with his breath, then lips and tongue. She cried out, and he felt her thighs clench around his. He went from teasing to suckling, and she clenched her fingers in his hair, holding him to her. She was panting now. He wasnât far behind.
He pulled himself away. âDonât you think we ought to move back to the bedroom?â he asked, trying for some semblance of control. After all, he was the one trying to prove a point tonightâ¦trying to convince her.
She grinned. âNo, I really donât,â she said, before grinding herself gently against his erection and eliciting another moan. âI think weâre doing fine right here, donât you? Except for one thing.â She sent him a frown of mock ferocity. âThose pants have got to go.â
She stood up, and he felt bereft without her warmth. He stood and unbuckled his pants, then watched as she tugged her lingerie off, leaving only the garters. It was a brutally sexy assault. Her body was just as perfect as he remembered, all smooth curves and satin skin. His pants dropped to the floor with his boxers, and he reached for her.
âCondom,â she breathed, and he stopped. Almost bolting, he headed for his bedroom, ignoring his carefully crafted seduction scene as he grabbed a handful of foil packets. He made it back in record time to findher still standing, with a welcoming smile on her face and an even more welcoming pose.
âI want to watch this,â she said, and despite her sexy tone, it was the obvious and real curiosity that made him laugh. âI wasnât really paying attention last time.â
He felt somewhat self-conscious as he slipped one on, then rolled it up the length of himâ¦heâd never been the object of scrutiny during the process. She smiled, then reached out and circled him with her hand, clenching him tightly, adding a gentle stroke.
âAngela,â he muttered, pushing forward at her hand instinctively. Her responding smile was sly, as if sheâd suddenly realized her own power. She moved with a gentle rhythm, first hard, then soft, then hard.
He needed to be inside of her, right now, but he wanted to make sure she was ready. She was driving him mad, but she was still inexperienced, and he wasnât. He nudged her down onto the couch, and she parted her legs easily. âJosh,â she murmured, sliding her arms out to him.
He nuzzled her throat, loving the breathy gasps, then gently moved down to her breasts, devoting more attention there. Still working on them, he positioned his penis at her entrance, gently stroking up and down. She gasped some more, and he kissed her, hard, their tongues dueling amidst matching groans. He could feel her wetness increasing, easing his entrance. He put the tip in, and the tight warmth was almost enough to push him over the edge. He wanted to slam into her, to bury himself up to his hips in her warmth.
Control, he thought desperately. Gotta keep it together.
She was chanting his name, and her legs inched
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