CHAPTER EIGHT
Drake
I drove back to Ainsley's apartment building feeling like my whole body was in a vise. The tension was going to actually kill me. At the stoplight I let my hand rest on her thigh. It felt like silk. She tensed and I removed it almost faster than I believed possible.
She sighed. “Don't move,” she murmured.
I squeezed her knee and heard her gasp. Then, to my dismay, the light changed green and I had to pull off again.
I drove the last mile or so with my lip clamped in my teeth, my whole body straining with longing. Eventually we reached the apartment block and I found a parking-space round the back.
“Inside?” I asked, constricted.
“Mm.”
She slid out of the seat and I reached for her. My lips landed on hers and my tongue slid in between, pushing and probing. She tasted like mint and warmth and sweetness and my poor cock almost gave up right then, throbbing with longing.
I kissed her passionately and she moaned, pushing her body against me as I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close. I was shaking now, my whole body shivering with the thought of having her beside me on the bed.
“Upstairs?”
“Let's.”
She led the way into the elevator. As the doors closed I wrapped my arms round her again, pushing my tongue into her mouth. She was leaning against me, rubbing her body on mine in a way that was going to endanger my sanity. I could feel the slow tremor of need throbbing and swelling inside me and by the time we reached the sixth floor I thought I was going to die.
We stumbled out of the lift together, arm in arm.
She stopped at her door, fishing in her purse for the key. I couldn't resist. I wrapped my arms around her and pressed my turgid hardness against that pert backside, reveling in the way it felt against me.
She gasped and giggled and then we fell through the door together.
“Where's your bed?” I whispered.
She giggled. “In here.”
I let her lead me up the hallway and into a darkened room at the end. She switched on the light, revealing a place with a stark white-covered bed and charcoal-dark walls. I smiled as she dimmed the light and then I walked over, my body surging with excitement as she pressed against me again.
We collapsed onto the bed together. It was hard and her body under me was soft and sweet and yielding.
I reached up and put my finger under the strap of the dress. Then, frowning, I reached round behind her to find the zipper. She giggled.
She rolled over a little, letting me unfasten the dress. I was trembling, trying to focus, as I worked the dress over those firm high breasts and to the floor.
Then I sat back and just stared.
In the soft gold light of the lamps with her shoulder-length blond hair loose about her shoulders, dressed in a lacy bra and brief frilly panties, she was stunning.
My eyes lingered on the tight cleft between her breasts, working down lower over the gentle roundness of her belly and to the parting between her legs. I could see the soft shine of her satiny panties and I lost all control.
I bent down to her, growling in my throat as I planted kisses down that ivory smooth neck. Then I worked lower, my hands grasping and clutching as I felt over her breasts and around her back to find where her bra fastened over those high, full breasts. It came undone, freeing them and I greedily sucked her nipples into my mouth, first one and then the other. They were small and hard, just like I remembered.
“I want you,” I growled.
She sighed contentedly, her fingers twined in my hair. It was a strange feeling. I was with her, but it was different to how it had been. We were both older, more experienced, more mature.
I felt my body shudder with desire to find out more about this new Ainsley, this hot, experienced, not-shy Ainsley who was reaching for my tie and gently untying it.
“Let me,” I murmured.
“Why?” she said crossly.
“Because I'm faster,” I said with a shaky chuckle. She giggled.
Then I was undressing at lightning speed. I felt my clothes drop to the floor and joined her on the bed. I was shivering as I knelt between her thighs. I reached for the satiny panties and very gently dragged them off.
I stared down at her. Naked, she was even more beautiful than when she was clothed. I loved every single curve of her. I reached forward with a groan and let my fingers gently touch her folds. She moaned, eyes open wide with surprise. I gave her an inquiring look. May I?
She nodded and I bent down, parting her thighs.
She smelled sweet and spicy and the scent of her alone almost made me come. I made myself bend lower, taking her in my mouth.
She cried out loudly and I smiled to myself, loving the fact that I could make her moan and pant. I took her clit between my teeth, working it gently as she sobbed and moved, her motions having the effect of thrusting her clit against my mouth and making her shout even louder.
When she was shaking and shuddering, almost at the limit, I knelt up and plunged inside her.
She cried out and I groaned in sheer amazement. I had forgotten it felt so good.
“Oh, man,” I sobbed aloud as I moved back and thrust all the way into her again. “Oh, man...”
She was groaning incoherently and I pushed out and pushed back and pulled out and pushed back and my body was starting to throb and shiver and convulse...
She screamed and sighed and I felt all the tension go out of her all of a sudden. Her eyes were closed, mouth fallen open partway with her full-on pleasure.
I pushed in and out with complete release now, moving faster as I plunged in and out, in and out...then suddenly, my body was pulsing and I groaned aloud as a massive climax left me helpless and moaning, incoherent with wonder in her arms.
I collapsed and we must have laid like that for quite some time because I woke, much later, which meant I must have slept quite heavily, and kissed her.
I rolled off her and lay beside her and we slept like that the remainder of the night.