ANDREW’S LONG STRONG arms surrounded Gwen’s ribcage like a caveman carrying his woman.
She even detected a grunt.
He put her down and twisted her around. Being kissed on the neck from behind made her legs rubbery. This man was so intoxicating. She couldn’t hold back anymore. She turned around and slid
her fingers into his thick hair. His arms came up, engulfing her as he kissed her with a sense of urgency, bringing a rush of heat to her face.
His tongue pushed past her lips, softly enveloping her in a deeper, more passionate kiss. Her body softened with the sense of relief and warmth, even though she was still a little ball of need.
Sometimes half-dressed sex got her so hot, but she wanted to be naked and exposed. Andrew must have had the same thought. He ripped off his tie, undid a few buttons on his shirt, and then wrenched it over his head.
She reached back to slide the dress zipper down, but her arms weren’t long enough. “Need.
Help.”
“Got it,” he said robotically, duck-walking with his trousers around his ankles to reach her.
He unzipped the dress and kicked his slacks away at the same time. Someone else would have paid six hundred dollars for those pants, but he chucked them in a corner.
The same went for her dress. It was still a prototype, but others like it were topping twelve hundred dollars. Gwen couldn’t get it off her body fast enough. The soft jersey fabric slid down her legs and Andrew’s hot furnace of a body leaned against her, clutching her from behind again. Oh, the heat and the power. The sense of him. He was so large, yet he moved so elegantly. Those modeling years went to good use. His form didn’t belong to anyone else. It was hers. He was hers.
His arousal raged and pressed into her back. Begging for attention. Release. He kissed the back of her neck, biting and nipping at the skin while his hands roamed across her breasts. The bra straps slid down over her shoulders, but she twisted around, letting him see the fabric drop away.
Andrew fell to his knees and her hands glided along shoulders that went on for miles. What a specimen. He kissed her body like he worshipped her. After every press of his lips, he released a soft pant and then a moan. There was such relief in the sound.
He gripped the sides of her satin cheeky panties in his manly hands and slid them down her hips.
He buried his face in every inch he exposed. Kissing, nuzzling, smelling, and tasting. He dragged the panties all the way past her ankles, and without being asked she lifted one leg onto the edge of the bed. His fingers trailed back up, curving into the heat between her thighs.
Her head fell back in pleasure, while he rubbed the sensitive bit of flesh that drove to her to dream about this man.
“Mmm. There, yes,” she cried out, even though she found it hard to breathe.
He may have lifted her up and put her on the bed, or she fell into his arms. She’d tumbled into a trance, a spell cast by his fingers. Circling, dipping, withdrawing her wetness and heat then massaging her throbbing center.
“Lay back,” he whispered.
“No,” she protested. “I want to watch you do this to me.”
He kneeled on the floor and his tongue hit her skin. Scorching. She grabbed his hair, noticing he’d let it grow in for the coming winter. So much of it tangled around her fingers. His tongue worked up and down, in and out, and along the sides of her aching need, slow and then fast. He clearly had no intention of stopping until she finished.
The thought of Andrew completing her that way sent rocket waves through her. A man who wanted to give her pleasure to the point of madness felt too good to be true.
“Andrew, yes. Right there. Like that. Don’t stop. Keep—” Her mind fell into a thousand pieces.
Blood rushed through her ears. Pulsing and shaking. He didn’t let up even after her orgasm. He’d been with enough women to know how sensitive the skin was right at the end, and he kept going, even harder. More.
He wanted her to come again.
The very idea made her back slam into the mattress. She was a short, half-lit fuse five minutes ago. Ready to blow, but now she needed time and he seemed to recognize that. He kissed the insides of her thighs, his fingers massaging her swollen nub again.
He pulled her closer to the edge of the bed and spread her legs wide. She wished she had stuck with ballet to be more flexible. He cupped her ass, tilting it toward him. He laid a full open-mouth kiss over her entire swollen slit. His tongue flicked at the opening, swirling around sensitive skin.
Oh Jesus!
All the while, his fingers massaged her with the same intoxicating pace he started with. Deep thrusts in, and then smooth swirls.
“Oh, Andrew,” she cried out, biting her own fingers.
“God, Gwen, you’re incredible. You feel so good. So hot, so tight.” His tongue curled around the rim of her belly button, while his fingers did all the work. “I don’t know how long I can wait. I need to feel you come again.”
A man who didn’t want to wait. Couldn’t wait. Needed it. It was too much. And for the first time ever, she came again, deeper and stronger than the first climax.
Holy shit! She’d been denied this all these years. Her voice cracked and all she could get out was, “Yes. Yes, yes!”
This time he did stop and next his body blanketed hers.
“You’re sweaty,” she said.
“That’s you, my dear.”
“I have to do that to you. Please let me.” She reached for his boxers.
“Wait.” He treated her to an open-mouth kiss. The salty sweetness tasted so delicious.
Her hand skidded down his long, hard body. She’d futz with his nipples another time, she wanted to touch his hardness, feel what had been inside her twice now, he’d always been too eager to get in there.
He deserved love and kisses, too.
As her lips made their way down his body, Andrew’s hand roughly tugged down the fabric of his boxers to his upper thighs, revealing a massive erection. The startling proof of his desire.
The boxers clung to his hips. Her nose trailed down his body the same way her hand had.
Smelling him, kissing him. Woodsy and musk and fresh soap.
She bit at the tiny patch of hair that sat above his magnificent length, while her fingers massaged him.
“Oh God, Gwen,” he groaned.
“You better think of other deities to call out to.” Her tongue circled the tip, which had already released a dab of translucent salty goodness. She lapped it right up and then in one quick movement, she took him entirely into her mouth.
His back jerked. “You’re gonna kill me.”
She released him in a slow torturous trail, trading her tongue for her lips. She stopped to say, “I can’t kill you. I need you.”
She repeated soft licks and swirls of her tongue, until her hair was being pulled so tight, it hurt.
Hurt so good, though. He was so strong. Such a man. A real man. Her palms took hold of him, her mouth made him so wet and slick.
He jerked again. “Gwen, unless this is how you want this to end, I suggest you stop.” Bending down, he kissed her mouth roughly. “I want to be inside you when I come.” He twisted toward his
nightstand and removed a shiny foil packet from the top drawer.
While he bit it open, a move which made her gasp, she asked, “And when did you buy those?”
“Yesterday.” He removed the condom. “After our call.”