Chapter Eight

Harry

I could feel her nerves kicking in. She reminded me of a frightened cat, ready to bolt at a moment’s notice. I grabbed her hand and pulled her inside the front door of my luxurious penthouse apartment. The moment we were through the door, I turned to her and kissed her. I wanted to get right into things and show her how good her night could be if she chose to stick around.

I pulled away and led her to the couch.

“Would you like to sit down?” I asked.

She nodded and dropped to the leather sofa.

“How about a drink? Whiskey, wine, water?”

“I’ll have a glass of wine if you have it,” she said in a strained voice.

I flipped on a light in the kitchen and quickly poured her a glass of white wine and myself a finger of bourbon. I didn’t want to be drunk, and I certainly didn’t want her wasted either.

I turned off the light and carried the drinks into the living room. I used the huge remote to turn on the flames to the fireplace and a little mood music. She was smiling when I turned back to face her.

“You don’t have to try to seduce me,” she said in that same strained voice. “I’m here.”

I smiled and nodded, scooting closer to her on the couch. “I like it. It’s for me.”

She took a drink of her wine. I could see she was anxious. I didn’t want her to be uncomfortable. I leaned back, resting my head on the couch, my thigh close enough to hers that I could feel the heat coming off her. We drank in silence, listening to the sultry jazz music streaming through my surround-sound speakers.

I had a good buzz going and knew she had to be feeling good too.

“Finished?” I asked her.

“Yes.” She gave me her empty glass.

I put both glasses down before turning back to her and running my hand up her leg. I watched her mouth drop open a fraction and leaned forward. The first kiss had been too chaste for my liking. I wanted to taste her, consume her.

I pressed my lips against hers and swept my tongue inside, moaning at the taste of wine mixed with apple martini.

Her mouth opened wider, and her tongue began to duel with mine. My hand moved to her waist before running up the side of her ribcage, my thumb brushing over one pert breast. I could feel the fire burning inside me. Her own passion seemed to match mine. I knew it was going to be an explosive night. She was hot and soft in all the right places and responding to me in a way that made my blood boil.

I stopped kissing her and pulled away. The couch was not going to work. I needed better access to her body. I stood up, reaching a hand down to her to help her up. She quickly took it and got to her own feet. She kicked off her heels, dropping her a couple inches. I could smell her perfume and had to taste her again.

My mouth slammed against hers with much more force than I intended. It didn’t scare her off. It flipped a switch somewhere inside her and turned her into a wildcat. Her hands roamed over my chest, rubbing up and then down and then back up to squeeze my pectoral muscles. I mimicked the action, cupping her breasts and squeezing her nipples through the thin silk fabric of her blouse.

“I need you naked, now,” I said, a growl in my throat.

She nodded her head, giving me permission to strip her. I made quick work of the buttons down the front of her shirt. Her fingers fumbled with my buttons. I slapped her hands away and ripped my shirt off. She was taking too damn long. I yanked her open shirt down her arms and stared at her breasts pushed up high in a pretty purple bra.

My hands worked her skirt zipper. She tugged it down, stepping out of it. I took a moment to look at her standing there in her matching bra and panties.

“Holy fuck, you’re hot,” I said, somewhat surprised by how gorgeous she was.

I grabbed her hand and led her to my bedroom. The light coming from the bedside table was perfect. I could still see all her gorgeous curves. Her hair was falling around her shoulders. Her lips were red and puffy from my aggressive kisses.

I pulled off my pants and kissed her again, walking her backward toward my bed.

“Get up there,” I ordered.

She sat down and scooted her ass back a few inches, sitting on the bed and looking at me. I let her look. I was proud of my hard body. I stepped closer to her. She reached out and ran a hand over my chest and smiled.

It was all the encouragement I needed. I leaned down and kissed her, my hands on either side of her, supporting my weight. Her hands roamed over my chest and then into my hair. I loved how she wanted to touch me. The kiss intensified. I reached up and pushed her to her back, following her down with my mouth against hers.

I rolled to my side, my hands trailing over her body, finding my way between her legs. I palmed her pussy through the purple fabric of her panties and could feel the fiery heat and moisture.

“Are you wet, Amber? Do you want me?” I whispered against her neck.

She didn’t answer me. I pushed the heel of my palm hard against her. She groaned and pushed her hips against my palm.

“Say it.”

Her head rolled to the side, and her eyes looked up at me. I slid my hand up to her flat belly before running my fingers under the fabric and directly to the bare folds it shielded.

“Do you want me?” I asked again, running my fingers over her pussy lips but not opening the folds.

She smiled. “I’m here.”

I shook my head. “That’s not good enough.”

I ran one finger down her slit, pressing hard enough to open her under the pressure. My gaze held hers the entire time. Up and down I caressed, feeling the heat pooling. She bit her bottom lip and her eyes drooped.

“Do you want me?” I asked in a gruff voice.

She nodded her head.

“Not good enough. I want to hear it. Say my name.”

I pushed my finger inside her and felt how hot and tight she was. It took all my control not to climb on top of her and fuck the shit out of her. I could feel my cock weeping.

“Yes.” She groaned, her teeth working her bottom lip.

I moved my finger deeper inside, worked it around and then back out, circling her pussy and running over her clit.

“You’re wet and ready. Say my name, Amber, and I’ll give you what you need.”

I moved over her, pulling her panties down her legs, needing unfettered access to that beautiful pussy. I nudged her legs open before running a hand up her thigh and moving two fingers inside her. She arched off the bed at the unexpected penetration.

“Who do you want to fuck you?” I growled, pushing the two fingers higher. I was standing over her, giving me a beautiful view of her body sprawled across my bed, my fingers buried inside her.

“You!” she cried out, her head rolling back and forth on the mattress.

I worked my fingers in her, stretching her while making her nice and wet. I pulled my fingers out and worked the hard nub I knew would bring her to her first orgasm. Her legs jerked up, bending at the knees and opening her wider. I stood over her, staring down at her open pussy, and used one hand to squeeze my dick. Watching her writhe on the bed was bringing me very close to my own orgasm. The woman was fucking amazing.

Her hands were at her sides, fisting the comforter.

“I won’t let you come until I hear you say my name,” I demanded. I wanted to hear her say it. I had to. It was a domination thing. I wanted my name on her lips as she reached her peak. I didn’t want her thinking about my brother while I fucked her.

“Say it,” I shouted, shoving two fingers back inside her.

“Harry,” she said, moaning.

I gave her what she needed, tweaking her clit and letting her come on my fingers. I watched as she quivered with the aftershocks of the orgasm before rolling her to her stomach.

“Get on your knees,” I demanded. I stripped off my briefs and crawled on the bed behind her, quickly unfastening her bra and letting it drop.

She did as I asked. I didn’t wait for an invitation. I grabbed my hard dick in one hand and guided it to her hole before thrusting in. Her body jerked forward.

“Oh, damn,” she cried out.

“Oh, Harry,” I corrected, reaching forward to grab one breast with my dick seated high inside her.

She pushed back against me.

“Fuck,” I said through gritted teeth. I hadn’t been expecting it. She nearly made me explode too soon.

I jerked my hips forward, thrusting deeper inside. I couldn’t seem to control my body and found myself driving into her with a speed I hadn’t known was possible. I felt possessed, hungry and needing more of her.

“Harry!” she cried out.

I felt her tightening around my dick and knew she was going to come again. I kept driving into her, helpless to stop my body. Her face hit the mattress, her body sliding upward with ever-violent thrusts. I heard her scream and seconds later my dick was soaked. I stopped moving, holding her hips with my hands and rotating them, rubbing her pussy over my dick as her tight sheath contracted around me.

I stayed still, letting my heart rate slow before I pulled out and rolled her onto her back. She looked up at me, her eyes heavy-lidded. Her skin had a fine sheen of perspiration that made her look sexier than ever.

I lowered myself between her legs. She opened them wide of her own volition, her arms reaching up to my chest as I slowly pushed inside her. I watched as her eyes closed, her body welcoming mine once again.

“You’re so beautiful,” I whispered before filling her.

I leaned down and kissed her, slowly plunging my tongue in and swirling it around her mouth. Her arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer against her chest. I felt completely consumed by the woman below me. I was buried inside her, our mouths were fused, and our chests were pressed together. Her legs wrapped around my waist, her heels digging into my ass, pulling me closer to her.

I couldn’t shake the feeling of being one with the woman. It was a strange feeling to be entirely absorbed by a woman’s body. I let myself go with it, tumbling into ecstasy with her. I stopped moving my hips and simply enjoyed the feeling of her pussy clamped around my cock. It was too much. I could feel the first tiny contractions of her orgasm. Her nails were digging into my back. I pulled my face a few inches from hers and watched as she tumbled into the throes of another orgasm. I wasn’t even moving. I didn’t have to.

“Oh fuck.” I groaned, knowing I couldn’t stop my own building orgasm. Watching her and feeling her body tightening around mine was too much.

I groaned and jerked forward as the climax rolled over me in a delicious, spiraling wave. She held on to me for dear life as we rode the wave together, each of us making sounds of ecstasy. I collapsed beside her.

“My God, you’re a dangerous woman,” I told her, meaning every word.

She sighed and closed her eyes. I pulled her closer to me and let my satiated body drift to sleep with her next to me.