Chapter Three
Damn. The woman had been in the bathroom so long the room service breakfast had already arrived and was now getting cold on the table on their deck. So much for eating—unless she liked tepid coffee and greasy hash browns. Thank heaven Nate didn’t have to use the toilet himself.
Just when Nate had had enough and rose to go find out if she’d fallen into the tub and drowned, she emerged, wearing a bright sundress and with every hair in place. She looked gorgeous, of course, and sexy as all hell with her naked shoulders and long legs, but by rights she ought to appear rumpled and sleepy after how hard he’d worked her last night. Or she’d worked him. Oh, hell…they’d fucked like bunnies and his body felt pleasantly used. She ought to feel the same. In fact, she should still be snoozing.
For a moment, the phony confidence slipped, and she fidgeted. “You’re staring. Did I do something wrong?”
“Not wrong. It’s just…” How to put this diplomatically? “Do you always wear makeup at breakfast?”
“A girl should look her best under all circumstances, don’t you think?” She smiled as she took her seat next to him. The phony Désirée was back. “You ordered room service. I’m famished.”
“I hope it’s still hot.” While she uncovered her plate, he poured her a cup of coffee. Just as at Sufficient Grounds, she loaded it with sugar before she tasted it. Then she dug into her food. He could happily watch her eat for a lifetime as she eased her blood-red lips around her fork.
She obviously didn’t diet, thank heaven, because she slathered marmalade on her toast before eating it.
“Breakfast is my favorite meal,” she said. “How about you?”
“It could get to be.”
She giggled and kept eating. This whole adventure could turn endearing if he wasn’t careful. And he was definitely not here to become attached. He’d tried that once, and the world had caved in around his ears. He’d keep this relationship, if it was one, casual.
Still, she didn’t have to keep playing a part as if she didn’t trust him. They didn’t know each other, but she’d given him her body the night before. That required a lot of intimacy. Why would she continue to hide behind a mask?
Maybe she had some reason for hiding herself from him. As if she didn’t think the quiet woman with the latte was worthy or something. That woman’s columns had fueled his libido and made him feel alive—if horny—after his divorce. He’d really like to thank her for that, but not if the confession that he knew who she really was might scare her. She’d sounded pretty terrified talking to her friend in the restroom of the coffee shop.
He wasn’t her therapist, and her insecurities were none of his business. She’d made it clear they weren’t going to get involved. Given he was still recovering from a divorce, he shouldn’t try getting close to anyone, either.
He got up from the table. “Why don’t we see what the book of rules has to say?”
“We wouldn’t want to break any.”
He grabbed the book from the desk and brought it to the table room service had wheeled in with their breakfast.
He opened a few pages and got past the resort directory, check-out time, etc. “Here we go. ‘No nudity or sexual expression in public areas of Eros’ Retreat except for the health center, the gardens, and the pool area at the following times: 5:00 a.m. to 7:00 a.m.’”
“For guys who are early risers, I guess,” she said as she lifted her coffee cup.
“That’s what I call a morning workout.” He read some more. “‘Also 5:00 p.m. to 7:00 p.m. and midnight to 2:00 a.m.’”
“We’ve missed the early show,” she said. “Maybe cocktail hour.”
“And then, there’s the Barn.” He turned a page and found a picture of the outside of the building and a diagram of the inside. Areas were labeled the Forum, the Baths, Theaters 1 through 6, and a similar number of Dungeons.
He pushed the book over toward her. “Tell me what you make of this.”
“Let’s see. There’s fine print.” She read for a moment. “The Forum appears to be a gathering place. The Baths is a huge hot tub. The Dungeons…well…I think you can guess.”
“Kink?”
“Whips and chains, it appears. Now Theaters. Looks as if you can go and watch or be watched.”
“Voyeurism.”
“Or exhibitionism,” she added.
Interesting. Not that he wouldn’t mind trying the other things if she wanted to. But watching real fucking—not the cheesy stuff in porn—while he did all the same things with Désirée could be a real turn-on.
“You want to try some of this?” he said, his imagination starting to go wild.
“We wouldn’t be getting the full Eros’ Retreat experience if we don’t.”
“We’d better finish our breakfast. We’re going to need the energy.”
…
Eros’ Retreat sits on two acres of what used to be a nineteenth-century farm and the home of the fabulously wealthy Horace Wilcox and his family. Although Wilcox had made his fortune in railroads and mining, as did most of the century’s Robber Barons, he fancied himself a Man of the Land. Though most of the property was sold and subdivided, enough is left to make Eros’ Retreat just that—a place to retire from the everyday world to enjoy pampering and delights for all the senses.
Rae sat on a chaise by the pool, a yellow-lined pad of paper in her lap, and worked on her article. It was turning out better than she’d hoped. She obviously hadn’t forgotten how to write informative and entertaining copy. Phil would be proud of her, and she’d be proud of herself. Coming here with Nate had been a big risk, but it would pay off in her professional life.
A photographer from the magazine would join them later, but for now, she could relax and watch Nate swim laps. He moved gracefully through the water, his strong arms pulling with every stroke. Sleek and beautiful. She could hardly have picked a more glorious example of masculinity. And to think he’d made love to her through the night and would again over and over until they left.
She sighed. Part happy and part wistful. She only had him for the week.
Which was just as well. Relationships didn’t work, at least for the women of her family. And if they appeared to work, they could get downright dangerous. No matter what, she would not repeat her mother’s life. But she did have her career, and if that brought really great sex with it, great. More fodder for her work.
The main house serves as the center of the resort, featuring rooms that have been lovingly restored and include every modern amenity. There are also more modern wings and guest houses that will set a sensation seeker’s wallet back a princely sum. Worthwhile for the wealthy and couples with very special events to celebrate.
On the other side of the pool, a woman had started watching Nate swim. How could she not, really? He was such an amazing specimen. If Rae were close enough, she could probably see the woman’s pupils dilate as he approached and then swam away.
The woman had short hair, long legs, and a lithe body shown off by her bikini bathing suit. Tall and svelte, she was everything Rae was not, and she didn’t have to plaster herself with makeup to look glamorous. After a bit, the woman made a graceful dive into the pool and started doing laps not far from Nate.
They were going to visit the Barn later, and things would get kinky then. If public nudity and sex were allowed in some of the public areas for part of the day, what went on in that very private enclave? The descriptions had given only an idea. Did it include other people? Rae might as well be honest with herself. She meant other women for him. One man was plenty for her.
But what about him? If another woman expressed interest, would he expect her to share? They didn’t have any real relationship. Anything went at a place like this, right? Like accepting advances from another woman.
Just then, Nate and the other woman managed to swim into each other. Or to be fair, the woman did more of an oops than he did. They both stood, chest-deep, in the water, close enough to her side of the pool for her to hear their conversation, if any.
“Sorry,” the woman said. “I guess I strayed out of my lane.”
“No problem,” he said. “I was pretty much done, anyway.”
The woman put her hand on his arm. “Please don’t leave on my account.”
“Not at all. Have a good swim.” Nate swam to the end of the pool and used the ladder to climb out. When he got to the chaise next to Rae’s, he picked up his towel and dried himself off. She tried not to watch too closely—and totally failed. “You should take a swim.”
“Too crowded,” she said.
He sat on the chaise, close enough so they could touch easily. “You noticed my friend.”
“Did you get her name?”
“Nope.” He grinned. Pleased by what he perceived as jealousy, no doubt.
Like hell she was going to explain to Nate that tall women who could pull off elegance without trying always made her feel inadequate and that she might have gone for a swim if she didn’t have to worry about her makeup.
“So, how’s the article coming?” he asked.
“Pretty good,” she answered.
“Shame you can’t use your laptop.”
“A laptop takes pictures. I had to beg just to use it in my room. If Ms. Nelson found it out here, she’d probably throw it in the pool.”
“Good old Ms. Nelson,” he said. “Not exactly Miss Congeniality.”
Note for article, she wrote. Be sure to include strict rules for guest behavior.
“Could I ask you something?” he said. “It’s kind of personal.”
“We can’t hide things from each other. We’re going to be here together a whole week.” He was probably going to chide her for her jealousy. Okay, so maybe she’d admit to it, and they could have a productive discussion. Come up with some ground rules. All very adult and open-minded.
“All right, here it goes.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “Are you going to wear makeup all the time?”
What? “A girl—”
“‘A girl should look her best under all circumstances.’ So you said.” He held up a hand. “Don’t you think your boyfriend could see you without it every once in a while?”
“You’re not my boyfriend. We’re just together for the week.”
“Hook-Up Man. I forgot.”
He didn’t sound overly pleased with the term, but he’d agreed to it. “Besides, I’m here as Désirée Knight. I have a reputation to live up to.”
“You don’t have any reputation on my account, do you?”
Little did he know her reputation was mostly for his benefit. If her boss, Phil, had let her come here alone, she could have faded into the surroundings and just observed. But no. She’d had to bring Nate along, and now she had to pretend to be someone she wasn’t for the entire week. He wouldn’t have come with her real self, and she wasn’t about to show him.
“Hm?” he prompted.
“I forgot the question.”
“Why can’t you let down your hair and be yourself?” he said.
“I am being myself.” She gestured like the woman who turned the letters around on Wheel of Fortune. “Désirée Knight.”
“Okay,” he said. “Never mind.” But she could tell he wasn’t happy. But why? Surely a guy who looked like him wanted a glamorous woman, not Rae’s normally mousy self.
They sat in silence while she continued to write. With him so close, her mind didn’t work all that well, and she was sure she’d end up having to throw away half of what she wrote.
“That doesn’t look very comfortable,” he said.
“I don’t have much of a choice.”
“And your laptop isn’t set up properly in the room,” he said. “That desk is the wrong height. You should have something that would sit on your lap while you’re in a chair or in bed.”
“I guess that would be nice.”
“And it should be lighter so someone who carries it around as much as you do doesn’t hurt her joints.”
“You’re an expert on computers now?” She actually had no idea what he did. Maybe he was an expert on computers. She should probably find out.
“Never mind.” He huffed. “So, here we are, where things get kinky from five to seven. Say I wanted to have a threesome with you and my swim partner, would that be allowed?”
Her heart sank to somewhere just north of her stomach. “Do you want to?”
He shrugged. “Do you want to do two guys?”
“You’re more than enough lover for me.”
That won her a smile. “Then we’ll leave other people out unless we change our minds.”
Breathing became a whole lot easier all of a sudden.
“All right. I have another question,” he said. “What time’s the photographer getting here?”
“Eleven.”
He glanced at his watch. “An hour from now. That’ll give me some time in the resort boutique.”
“You’re going shopping?”
“For you. If you’re going to role-play, let’s do it all the way. And let’s have it memorialized in pictures for the magazine.”
“Say what?”
“You heard me. Let’s show Désirée Knight in the flesh. Up close and personal.” With that, he grabbed his stuff and left. You might even say he swaggered as he headed back into the resort. Just what did he mean about “in the flesh”? Holy crap. One of the freelance photographers the magazine used would be here in an hour. Instead of photos of the resort facilities, Nate appeared to have something much more personal planned. She needed to find out what Nate was up to and figure out how to deal with it.
…
Thank goodness for stealth and planning ahead. Désirée’s long stay in the bathroom that morning had allowed Nate to sneak into the closet and check the sizes of clothing she wore. He’d only meant to take notes in case he found something here he’d like to buy for her. But now that he had, he could surprise her with a costume for the photo shoot. She liked dressing up. He was just helping out. He’d even noted her shoe size. So she couldn’t claim that what he’d bought at the boutique wouldn’t fit her.
That didn’t mean she wouldn’t fight him, and now she stood in the middle of the room with the bustier in her hand. Staring at him as if he’d lost his mind. Quite to the contrary. This was one of his better ideas.
“You expect me to wear this for pictures?” she demanded.
“It fits with your persona, wouldn’t you say?” Check and mate. If he could pat himself on the back without dislocating something, he’d do it. She could either admit to him now that Désirée was an act, or she could pose for magazine pictures in stilettos, a mini-skirt, and a bustier. Either way would suit him just fine.
In fact, the thought of her dressed up like a porn star made him hot. One way or another, he’d see her in the outfit. If not for the photo shoot, then privately later on. Then he’d get a full view of the thigh-high stockings, garter belt, and thong.
“Come on. You’d wear this in your private life, wouldn’t you?” he said. “I remember you writing a column about dressing up and role-play. You did write that column, didn’t you?”
She glared at him, and he could almost imagine smoke coming out of her ears. “I did.”
He planted his hands on his hips and smiled at her. “You must have done something like this before.”
“I’m not posing for a photographer in my panties,” she said.
“Of course not. That’s why I got the skirt.”
She picked the skirt up off the bed and stared at it. “It’ll cover my crotch, right?”
“With more than a few inches to spare.”
She gave him the evil eye. “Is that supposed to be reassuring?”
“Look, you don’t have to wear it.” He sat in the armchair near the lanai door and draped one ankle over the other. “If it embarrasses you—”
“It doesn’t embarrass me,” she said. “But a woman’s lover usually doesn’t want other men to stare at her nearly naked.”
“One, I’m not your lover, remember? I’m just here for the week.” He counted off on his forefinger.
She just stared at him some more.
“Two, you’re not nearly naked.” The middle finger this time. “All the important parts are covered.”
“It’s pretty provocative,” she said.
“And three.” His ring finger. “We agreed not to include anyone else in our relationship, and I trust you.”
She clenched her hands into fists, crushing the skirt. “You’re enjoying this.”
“Actually, I am.” He hadn’t considered that having someone watch them as they posed for suggestive pictures would turn him on, but it did. It might open up a whole new avenue of play—something they could explore.
She stood for a moment, the wheels turning visibly in her mind. He’d issued a dare, and she knew it. Finally, she lifted her chin and stalked into the bathroom. The door might have slammed a bit behind her.
Nate couldn’t help but grin. Whatever followed would be amusing, and it might end up outright erotic.
While he had the chance, he rose and crossed the room. After fishing in his pocket for the small jewelry case, he opened the drawer that held his shorts and prepared to stash the pendant he’d bought at the hotel boutique inside. Instead, for a moment, he snapped open the box and stared at the deceptively simple piece of jewelry. One perfect pearl held in place on a gold chain by a setting of more delicate gold. The necklace didn’t jump out and grab the eye as anything particularly special, but its price tag suggested otherwise. As with everything else here, it was high quality as any discerning eye could tell. Would she notice?
He stashed the box underneath his boxers. He hadn’t bought anything like this for a woman in ages. This piece had simply felt right for Désirée, and he’d found himself wanting to watch her face as she opened it. That sort of feeling could turn dangerous if he let it grow.
Yeah, what had he been thinking? He shut the drawer and did a mental gut check. He could always return the necklace. No damage done.
Before Désirée emerged from the bathroom, a knock came at the door. Nate went to open it and found a tall, lanky man on the other side. Enough paraphernalia hung around his neck to identify him as their photographer.
“Dave Swift.” The man stuck out his hand.
“Nate Winslow,” Nate answered as they shook. “Ms. Knight should be with us in a moment.”
Just then the bathroom door opened, and Désirée appeared. With her makeup and wearing that outfit, she looked pretty damn close to what you might see in an erotic film. She looked absolutely fucking amazing, and for a moment, Nate couldn’t speak. He could only stare at her.
“I’m your photographer,” the other man said.
“Dave,” Nate found enough brain capacity to say.
She extended her hand toward Dave and curtseyed. “Désirée Knight. Enchanté monsieur.”
“Right.” Dave grasped her fingers briefly. “Where should I set up?”
“Wherever you want,” Désirée answered. “We’re in your capable hands.”
“We’ll get the best light near the lanai door or out on your deck.” When Dave moved in that direction, Désirée made to follow, but Nate caught her with an arm around her waist.
“You’re only in my hands, remember?” he whispered.
She patted his cheek. “Jealous, mon cher?”
“We had an agreement.”
“Photography only,” she whispered back. Then she eased away from him and followed Dave.
Her feet looked dainty in those shoes and her legs a mile long. Her hips swung, showing off her firm ass. And her breasts appeared ready to pop out of the bustier. Underneath all that, she’d be wearing the garter belt and the itty-bitty panties. Enough to make a saint weep. Of course, all the exposed flesh was making him hard. The photographer had better aim the camera at his upper body, or he’d have to view and veto the pictures.
“Why don’t we take a few shots with you sitting on the bed,” Dave said.
“Hm?” Nate said.
“I meant Ms. Knight,” Dave said.
“Right.” Nate breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn’t about to get on the bed with Désirée with someone pointing a camera at them.
She sat, crossed her legs, and leaned backward, propping herself up with her hands. The pose did amazing things to Nate’s view of her breasts. And Dave’s, no doubt.
That ought to make him jealous, but oddly the idea that another man could desire his woman made him want to swagger. She wasn’t his, but for this week, they were pretending. He could enjoy a little male pride.
Dave took shot after shot, and Désirée primped and posed, moving this way and that. Putting on a show for both of them and the camera.
“Nice,” Dave said as he worked. “Looking good.”
“I’ll say,” Nate said.
She glanced up at him as if surprised. Didn’t she realize he found her beautiful? He’d told her, hadn’t he? Maybe not. Maybe he’d only criticized her for the makeup. He’d fix that the minute Dave left.
“Okay, how about the two of you together?” Dave said. “Maybe on your deck.”
“Sure.” Nate stretched out his hand to help Désirée up, although she could have stood very well on her own. He held on to it as they walked onto the deck and went to the hot tub.
“Good one. Give me a little embrace,” Dave said.
Nate tugged her close, and his nose ended up buried in her hair. Nothing artificial about it, just the scent of her floral shampoo. As the camera clicked away, Nate allowed himself to revel in her closeness. In the tall heels, she wasn’t much shorter than him, and their bodies fit together perfectly. Now fully engorged, his cock ached to thrust into her, and having their picture taken only heightened the excitement. Weird, but kind of fun.
“How about you stare into each other’s eyes?” Dave said. “As if you were about to kiss?”
Nate tipped her chin upward. “Is that okay with you with an audience?”
Her eyes gleamed. “Sure.”
So he held her that way and lowered his head a few inches toward hers. The deep red of her lipstick made her mouth resemble ripe fruit. Soft and sweet. Holding back only increased the tension of wanting and not having.
All the while, the camera kept making its noises, a reminder they had a witness. Fine. Let Dave see how perfect they were together. Let him turn green that he didn’t have a woman as sexy as Désirée. Let him imagine what they’d do the minute he left.
“You two have some chemistry,” Dave said.
“Thanks.” Désirée stepped out of Nate’s embrace, and honestly, her breasts rose and fell over the top of the bustier. Pure sexual excitement, which Dave would have to notice.
The guy was a pro, though, and didn’t comment or make a move toward her. His gaze might have fallen on her bust, but who could blame him?
“Okay, I think I have enough of you in your room,” Dave said. “Why don’t we try some outdoor locations?”
Damn. Outdoors meant putting on clothes and putting off the inevitable fucking Nate had planned to give her while she wore the outfit. They could re-create it, of course, but in the meantime, he had a perfectly good hard-on.
“I tell you what, Dave.” Désirée wrapped her arm around Dave’s. “We’re going to need for you to come back. The outdoor photos have to be approved by the resort management.”
“Will your magazine pay for that?” Dave answered.
Nate would if her employer didn’t. But he didn’t say anything. Désirée seemed to have the situation in hand.
“We’re going to want some shots of us at evening and night,” she said. “We can do some exteriors then or maybe in our own hot tub.”
“Makes sense.”
Still with her arm wrapped around Dave’s, Désirée led him toward the door. “The magazine will be back in touch.”
Nate followed them so he could see the moment Dave had left.
“Okay.” Dave paused on the threshold and looked from Désirée to Nate and back. “Yeah, chemistry. You guys sure have it.”
“Au revoir,” Désirée said as Dave left. Then she closed the door and turned to stare at Nate. “Have I proved myself now?”
“I don’t know what you mean.” If he had to, Nate could play innocent with the best of them. He’d set her a challenge, and she’d taken it.
She crossed her arms over her chest, which did amazing things with her breasts. “You didn’t think I had the balls to wear this outfit for a photo shoot, did you?”
“I shouldn’t have doubted you,” he said.
Her smile turned into a smirk. “Then, I guess I get a win this time.”
“Game, set, and match.” He didn’t move toward her but continued drinking in the sight of her. “Do you have any idea how fantastic you look?”
“I look like I’m in one of those bow-chicka-bow movies.”
“Exactly.”
She cocked her head in confusion. “You like that?”
“You know what they say,” he said. “A lady on the street and a freak in the sheets.”
She glanced down at herself. “I resemble a freak, all right.”
“Let’s pretend.” He walked toward her slowly. “We really are in one of those movies, and you have to act as if you can’t get enough of me.”
“No acting there,” she said. “I really can’t.”
“Yeah, but you’ll pout and beg me to fuck you.”
She gave him an evil smile. “I have to beg?”
“Just pretend you’d do anything I asked to get my cock into your pussy.”
She bit her lip. “I could do that.”
He put his hands on her hips and eased her closer. “Only thing we won’t fake…no orgasms that aren’t real. No moans and sighs you don’t mean.”
“But lots of dirty talk?”
“The dirtier, the better.” He reached around her and lowered the zipper of her skirt. As he eased it over her hips, she did a shimmy to help it down.
Now he could step back and stare at her in the sinful outfit he’d bought to fulfill his nastiest dreams. And oh baby, did she meet every one of them. Long legs and plush hips. The bustier cinched her waist and emphasized the swell of her breasts. Here, the makeup fit, with the sultry lashes and red lips. And she’d done the porn star thing of wearing her thong over the garter belt so he could expose her sex without removing the rest.
She struck a pose, one hip jutted. “Like what you see?”
“I could come in my pants just looking at you.”
“That wouldn’t be any fun,” she said. “I want to suck on your cock and then have you fuck me hard with it.”
Holy shit. A pure sex goddess stood only feet away talking sweet and dirty while she undressed him with her gaze. He’d imagined this would feel good, but he couldn’t have predicted it would set him on fire.
“You’ll have me when I say so,” he said. “First, I’m going to eat your pussy.”
“Oooh.” She ran her hands over her abdomen and then down to her inner thighs. “You’ll make me wet.”
“That’s the general idea.” He lowered himself to the floor in front of her and slowly tugged the thong down.
When she kicked it aside, he had complete access to her sex. As glorious as feasting on her had been before, now it seemed especially sexy given she wasn’t even naked. As though neither of them could wait for her to undress but needed his tongue on her clit now.
Still, he took his time, breathing deeply of her scent. Spice and clean woman. His lover. Then he brushed his fingers over her lips, stroking the seam and parting them. When he found her clit, she whimpered and placed a hand on his head for balance. In the stilettos, she could topple if he made her knees weak, and he planned to do exactly that.
But enough of making her wait. He eased her pussy lips apart and immediately found her clitoris. It had hardened and now begged for his touch. On the first lick, she clutched his head and let out a cry.
“Tell me how good it is,” he said. “Tell me how much you want my mouth on you.”
“So fucking good,” she crooned. “More. Make me wet so I can take all of you.”
The words, her tone, the way she wiggled set a fever in his blood. He did what she wanted, of course, putting his mouth to her pussy and lapping at her clit. She used two hands on his head as her hips moved, parting her legs and pressing herself against his face. He kept right on, pass after pass over her most sensitive flesh. Then he slid a finger inside her. Her muscles closed around it as she released her nectar onto his hand. He’d always loved pleasing a woman with oral sex. This encounter took on an entirely new meaning.
“Oh,” she cried. “Stop before you make me come.”
He held her hips and gazed up at her. “I want to make you come.”
“You will, but I want your cock inside me. Besides…” She pouted, pursing her lips. “I haven’t played with you yet.”
True, she hadn’t sucked on his cock so far, and he’d promised to let her. A guy had to keep his promises, right? So he rose, but before they moved on to other delights, he kissed that luscious mouth. She could taste herself on him and discover how sweet she tasted. While his lips explored hers, she reached between them and unbuckled his belt. Then she popped the snap of his jeans and pulled the zipper down.
By now, his cock was straining against the fabric. So when she lowered herself to her knees and pushed his pants and briefs down in one move, his rigid flesh stood free. Damn, he was hard. As if he’d burst out of his skin. After all the sex they’d had already, he ought to have some control. Honestly, the woman made him wild. Beside himself with the need to get inside her. He’d have to find some restraint because he wasn’t going to miss watching his cock disappear into her mouth and feeling her suck on him.
When she closed her lips around the tip, he let out a moan.
“Tell me how good it is,” she said, quoting him. “Tell me how much you want my mouth on you.”
“Suck me,” he said. “Take it all.”
In response, she took more of him, sliding those red, red lips down the shaft. She used a rhythmic sucking to drive him out of his mind. His vision blurred as his eyes went out of focus.
“I want you, baby,” he said. “I want to put this into you and drive you until we both come.”
Amazing. Powerful. Irresistible. She knew her way around because she used the right amount of pressure to push him to the max and keep him there. He was going to come. A massive climax. But for now he could enjoy the blowjob of a lifetime. He started to thrust—a purely automatic reaction—and she held him with her fist while she continued loving him with her mouth. He couldn’t take much more and would have to stop her. No way was he going to come before he’d plundered her body.
Then she reached between his legs and cupped his sac, and the world went wild. He grasped her head with his hands and pushed her away. Another minute of that, and he’d have lost it completely. “I need to fuck you. Now.”
He had to suck in breaths and blink to clear his head as she rose. Brilliant woman, instead of the bed, she went toward the table near the lanai door. After hiking herself up onto it, she lay back and spread her legs. Oh yeah, he was going to fuck her on a table, still wearing his shirt. He was going to stand between her thighs, garter belt in place, and put his cock into her.
He had to scramble out of his shoes and pants and head to the nightstand to grab a condom, but in a flash he was standing between her parted legs, his erection inside the latex. He guided the tip to her opening and drove himself home.
She released a cry, and her hips jerked upward, embedding him more deeply inside her. His own personal X-rated movie, only the feelings were real.
“Fuck me,” she said. “Do it. Hard and fast.”
“Yeah,” he answered as he grasped her hips and pumped into her. She was so hot and tight around him. If he’d wanted to go slowly, he couldn’t have managed. But that wouldn’t have satisfied this amazing lover. She wanted all of him—as much as he could give her. So he set a driving rhythm.
This wouldn’t last long, but it wouldn’t have to. Already she’d given him the best sex of his life, and although none had been recorded for him to watch later, it would live in his memory forever.
She toyed with her breasts as he thrust, easing them out of the bustier and rubbing her nipples. She was perfect. Ravenous only for him.
“Fuck, I’m going to make you come now,” he said.
“Yes. Oh, yesss.”
“And I’m going to come with you.”
“Please,” she cried. “Oh, God…I need…”
He placed a thumb just above where his cock continued to thrust into her pussy. He found her clit easily. Earlier, he’d learned she liked a circular motion over the sensitive organ, and he used it. Immediately, her body shuddered, and he used his free hand to hold her against him.
By now his own lust had built to a level that would send him into orgasm at any moment. Hers would put him over a boundary into another universe of pleasure. He gritted his teeth and held on to his last thread of control as he continued rubbing her clit.
“Don’t stop!” she cried.
The signal for her ultimate moment had arrived. Yes! There. Her muscles clamped down and then exploded around him. Not fighting any longer, he surrendered to his own climax. It started in his balls and rushed through him with the force of a tidal wave. For long seconds, he rode it as he released inside her.
When it ended, he bent over the table, his weight on his upper arms and his head buried in the crook of her neck. Holy shit, she was amazing, making him come with his entire being—mind and body. He’d had plenty of sex in his life, most of it truly great. Nothing matched fucking this woman. How in the hell was he ever going to give her up after this week?