CHAPTER TEN

Vaughn

The Puerto Rican duchess matched Vaughn step for step the entire night. And then some.

By the time they opened the door to his apartment, Cora had outright dominated him with her skills. She yanked on his belt, sliding it from the loops in one slick move, all without releasing his mouth.

God, her mouth. A hypnotic haven and sinful playground all in one.

So much for sweeping her off her feet.

She’d knocked him flat with just her kiss.

He slid his hands under her shirt, her soft skin responding to his touch like a magnet. He tugged it higher, and pulled it over her head. Revealing her indigo lace bra squeezing her breasts together that made him audibly groan.

Vaughn ducked his head lower, spreading wet kisses along her bra-line. Then down her sternum, and back up. All the while her fingers scraped through his hair, sending tingles down his spine.

There in his living room, between the camel leather sofas and glass entertainment center, with only a plush chocolate rug under their feet.

He came up for air, to gaze into her hazy eyes.

Cora pressed her lips together, then licked him off her skin.

He had to try that, too. Find out what she tasted like after he’d kissed her senseless. Vaughn moved in for more, his tongue owning her mouth like a lion tamer, yet at the mercy of a wild animal.

A temptress, from whom he wouldn’t mind a mauling.

Her fingers unfastened the buttons on his shirt, hurriedly stripping the fabric from his torso, followed quickly by his undershirt. Her palms against his naked chest pumped his heart rate higher.

When her hips swayed on their own, to a rhythm only in her head, he met her steps. Repeating the same dance from the club, slow, sensual, with her sex pressed against his thigh.

Now, this is a rumba I’ve been waiting for.

He slid his hands down her back, feeling every curve against her skin. When Vaughn reached her ass, he pulled her in tighter, rubbing that hot junction of her thighs against him.

Cora’s hips swirled to the rhythm, and he slid his thumbs inside her hem. With another roll, the skirt slid down her bottom, each sway dropping it further down her leg, until it reached her knees. Where gravity pulled it to the floor.

Her matching lace thong barely covered a thing.

He nearly drooled at the sight.

Her arms reached over her head, her shoulders rolling to the imaginary beat they both could hear. With their bodies and their souls.

He palmed her ass, squeezing those delectable cheeks that made him ache. His hands trailed up her back, even slower. One stopped between her shoulder blades, and the other continued up her shoulder, and gripped her hand.

Vaughn nipped at her chin, letting their hot breaths meld in a humid storm of pheromones and lust.

Then he dipped her back. The same circle as on the dance floor, with her hair nearly skimming the rug, only slower, her breasts straining against the bra. At the lowest point in the dip, the top of one perfect nipple peaked out from the fabric, beaded like a diamond tip. Begging to be suckled.

He couldn’t help himself.

On her way up, he dipped his head and covered over that sweet peak with his mouth.

Cora gasped and grabbed the sides of his head. Followed by a carnal moan that made his dick jump.

He swirled his tongue around the bud, leaving a wet trail in its wake.

Her fingers tightened on his scalp.

But they didn’t stop there. She kept moving her hands down his bare back, and slipped her nails into his waistline. Then she brought them forward, and deftly unzipped his pants.

Vaughn stood her upright, swaying his hips while she grabbed the hem.

“For a white boy,” Her voice was like melted honey. “You certainly dance like you’re Latin blooded, through and through.”

Threading his fingers through her hair, he cradled the back of her head, her citrus shampoo mixing with her exotic perfume. “Only when I’m with the right partner.” He kissed her smile, their hips continuing to sway to the music their bodies remembered.

With a slow tug, she slid down his pants and briefs together. Until he stood before her naked, his cock at full attention.

Cora stepped back and soaked in his appearance, her gaze playful as she bit her bottom lip. “Damn,” she breathed.

“I’ve been saying that to myself all night.” He held out his hand.

When she took it, he spun her inward, letting her back brace against his torso, so he could trail his hand down her shoulder, bringing the bra strap with it. His dick pressed into back, her body so hot with anticipation.

Vaughn fluttered a few kisses at her neck, her hair coming loose from the up-do after hours of dancing. With hours more to come.

He pushed his hand lower, caressing across her stomach, the toned muscles beneath tightening at his touch. Her body hummed with need, or maybe that was from her throat. Or his own. Couldn’t tell anymore.

She turned in his arms, locking her sweet lips against his. Opening for him and devouring her fill, her tongue turned needy and demanding.

He gripped her shoulders from behind her back, squeezing her closer to his chest. Her breasts pushed up against him, straining against her tight bra. His dick brushed up against her abdomen, and he groaned into her mouth.

When Cora bit his lip, he grabbed onto the clasp at her back, unfastening her bra one-handed. Then he grabbed her other palm and spun her outward, her bra slipping from her body as she twirled out of his arms. She laughed, standing there in only her purple thong and silver heels.

Gorgeous perky breasts with beaded, dark honey nipples finally free of restriction. A trim waist and a faint six-pack led down to the junction of her legs.

A heaven he couldn’t wait to see.

A vision that drove him wild.

Vaughn held out his hands, palms up, a smile spreading on his face he didn’t want to hold back.

She placed her hands in his, and stepped forward. He glided his fingers to her waist, and down to her ass, then swirled her hips, slipping his thumbs into the hem of her thong. Then slid it down her legs, kissing her skin with every few inches.

Finally, she stood before him in her full naked glory.

“Dig in my pocket, and bring me what you find,” he said with a low voice.

She grabbed his pants from the floor. Then she handed him the wallet.

Without taking his stare from her body, he opened it and pulled a condom out. He tossed his billfold on the couch, and ripped open the foil.

Cora took it from his hand, and slipped the sheath onto his already-dripping dick. Slow, deliberately lingering on his over-sensitized head, then all the way to the base.

With a final graze against his sac, he hissed out a gasp.

She grinned. “You’ve kept up with me all night,” she murmured against his jaw. “Ready for the final round?”

Vaughn grabbed a handful of hair at the base of her neck, and slid his other hand down her ass. “This is hardly the final round.”