Oh, what heaven.
The faint glow from light a few feet away made her skin look angelic. Smooth. Tempting.
His mouth closed around one hard nipple and her back shot into a deep arch. The groan she released sounded fucking intoxicating. He could stay there forever, but he had another place he wanted her to feel his tongue. He dipped his fingers between her legs, synchronizing the rhythm of his hands with his tongue.
“Jesus, Andrew. You’re making me insane.”
“Wait. There’s more.” His face skidded down her torso as he inhaled vanilla and feminine musk.
The rose scent had been isolated to her hair, but she had so much of it, the smell often overwhelmed him. Now all he smelled was her arousal. Rich and earthy.
“Taste me,” Gwen whispered, her hips lifting to position her wet heat as an offering for this mouth.
He knew what he’d find between her legs. Wet, smooth skin easily parted so he could get at the tender delectable damp folds.
Oh, how sweet to the taste and soft to the touch. At first lick, Gwen’s hips bucked.
“Easy, girl. I’ve got you.” He couldn’t wait anymore.
Her skin was so taut, to gain complete access he needed to spread her. Wide. He probed and penetrated her skin seductively with his tongue, reminding her how he made love. He got into a steady rhythm with the roll of her hips. His hair being pulled didn’t slow him down, and her cries of pleasure only made him more determined.
“Wait! Andrew. No. Stop. Stop. Andrew, stop,” she cried out, pushing his head away.
A shudder ran through his body. No meant no. And stop, meant fucking stop.
“Gwen, what’s the matter?”
She sat up and closed her legs. “That’s not how I want to come...tonight.” Her mouth closed over his, kissing his lips with a wild hunger, like she desired the taste of her own skin. “I want to savor you too, you know.” She kissed his chest, teasing his nipples the way he teased her.
His hips bucked reminding her of the lump inside his boxers that could no longer be ignored. She ran her lips over the fabric and he released a cry of delight.
“I have to see it,” she said.
At her request, he roughly tugged his boxers down and his manhood filled her waiting hands.
“The skin is like silk,” she said with wonder. “And smooth.” She glided her hands up and down.
Andrew kissed her, pressing harder with every tightening grip of her hand. Every stroke drove him more and more insane. “It’s all yours.”
“Really, it’s mine?”
He licked his lips with plans to pleasure her to her wits’ end with his erection. “Yes, Gwen.”
She leaned back and spread her legs for him. “Take me, Andrew. I’m yours.”
He bent down to snag his trousers. From his wallet he removed a gold foil square. “I hope this isn’t too presumptuous.”
She smiled. “The better to screw me, right?”
“Yeah, I need something to slow me down.”
“If you hadn’t presumed, I was going to say, it’s okay. I should have gotten my period a couple of days ago. I guess with all the excitement and the time change...” When his hands closed around her swollen breasts, she kissed his mouth to calm him down and said, “Yeah, they’re not usually this plump. Make love to me, Andrew.”
He got up on his knees and settled between her legs. He trusted her, and he wanted her, but he wanted to make sure he lasted long enough to satisfy her. Before anything else, he kissed her again.
She ran her hands along his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.
After he sheathed himself, he licked the tips of his fingers and stroked a coat of moisture across his covered erection, just in case. He settled against her damp heat and pushed forward. Nope. Not needed. The tip slid past the peachy folds. Further in, he hit the resistance he remembered. Tight. Oh God, she felt incredible. She angled her hips and pressed her fingers on his ass, urging him in further.
“Oh, Gwen.”
The quiet, sweet woman melted away and a vixen came through. She wrapped her right leg around his waist. The cool metal studs of the Filettra sandal dug into his lower back as she commanded the rhythm she wanted him to take.
She cried out in response to his long slow thrusts. She felt so hot, so tight. Gwen’s muscles gripped him as he pulled away to torture her. Oh, the way she responded to him. Like she was made for him.
Her body felt firm yet soft and those curves were intoxicating. This woman was raw and primal.
Her hips wiggled and grinded against him to match his rhythm. Soon, a layer of mist covered her body. Women could moan and fake orgasms, but they couldn’t fake sweat. The thought of making her come made his own sanity start to slip away.
“Get on top of me,” he commanded in a voice raw with lust.
It would buy him a few moments. He wanted to watch her body bend and squirm, taking the pleasure she wanted.
She obliged instantly. He took an extra moment to kiss her heavy breasts before she slid back onto him. Her groan almost did him in.
Her hips rolled back and forth like a sexy belly dancer. To think she’d been denied the ability to give this pleasure to anyone. Then again, so had he until they found each other again. Gone were the two strangers who hooked up out of desperation and need. They were mature adults who’d gotten to know each other and then acted on that need.
With her grinding into him, there was little for him to do at that point except watch this gorgeous creature gyrate above him.
Her head jerked forward, all that glorious thick dark hair fell in front of her face and then it all spilled back as she arched above him. “Andrew...Andrew... Yes, right there...I’m gonna come.”
“Let it go,” he grunted, squeezing, trying to hold on.
Her strong pulses made her even tighter if that were possible. Gripping him, choking him. The more she jerked and squealed, the closer he came to his own climax.
Her body went soft and draped on top of his chest. He took this wet noodle of a woman and flipped her over, hoping he still had an active participant. “How was that?”
“Holy crap,” she blurted grasping his shoulders. “Did you...?”
“Not yet,” he whispered, returning to his rhythm, watching how every move affected her sensitive skin.
He kissed her shoulders and the sweat of her body tasted deliciously salty. To gain maximum penetration, he hooked her right leg in the crook of his elbow and buried himself deep, deep inside her. They rocked until he felt the shivers of his orgasm creep up his spine.
Groaning at the sensation, he leaned forward, but stayed up on his elbows. The powerful feeling surprised the hell out of him.
He gasped and choked, “Gwen. Oh, Gwendolyn.”
“That’s me,” she whispered, still writhing.
He finished while kissing her. She kissed him back with passion. Connected passion. This was not the end of them. Not by a long shot.
Andrew’s one-night-stand days were over.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
wen didn’t know if her breathing would ever return to normal. There might be plenty more good Gsex with Andrew in her future, so she better get her lungs in shape. It hadn’t felt like a one-night-stand this time. Andrew wouldn’t do that with a co-worker. Neither would she.
No, their attraction had grown and simmered on the stove for a while. It just needed a shot of heat to bring it to a boil. And did it ever!