My mouth softened, and I pushed her back against the elevator wall as it raced toward my apartment in the sky. I wanted to get there, but I never wanted this private moment to end; when it was all new and yet to be explored.
“Fuck, I want you so much,” I panted between kisses. Her fingers tore at my shirt, fisting in the material until I thought it might rip. I was in fact hoping it would. “But I don’t want to do anything you’re not ready for, or that you don’t really want.”
My brother, Jeff, would throttle me if he knew I was giving her an option and had given one to her multiple times over the course of the evening, when she was ripe for the plucking.
Her fingers curled into my shirt, a couple wiggling between the buttons to tangle in the light smattering of hair there as she sucked my lower lip into her mouth and then bit down with her teeth; nibbling and nipping. “Stop talking,” she begged, licking my top lip. “Kiss me.” It was my undoing. I wouldn’t question this again.
Yes, there would be plenty of time for her glorious words, and now, I just wanted to feel.
It was so hot. I forgot that she was my student and kissed her deeply again; my tongue waring with hers in a passionate dance. I couldn’t get enough, and my hands slid down the sides of her body and around over her ass. I pressed her forward so she could feel the full length of my erection against her stomach.
“Feel how much I want you?” I murmured when I lifted my head to breathe. One hand still fisted in my shirt, her other tangled in the hair at my nape and her fingers threaded through and tugged at my hair, silently begging for my mouth to take hers again. Her chin lifted, her open mouth tempting me to take it as I thrust against her again. Her head dropped back, and she moaned; allowing me access to explore the tender skin of her neck. My open mouth explored it with a combination of soft sucking and nibbling. She shuddered and swayed in my arms, and I knew there was no going back. My good intentions and the consequences be damned. We both wanted this and it was bigger than both of us.
“Oh, God,” she said in a soft huff. “Jaaaxxxx,” she sighed out my name.
“You are so beautiful. I’m going to fuck you senseless,” I murmured under my breath.
“Mmmm. Yes, please,” she answered dreamily.
Fucking hell, I thought. She seemed so innocent yet was so abandoned when she was in my arms. Satisfaction that she was as just as affected as me flowed through every cell in my body, and soon my rapacious cock was going to get what it had craved for the weeks since I’d first laid eyes on her. I couldn’t imagine anything I wanted more. If I’d have died and gone to heaven, I couldn’t think of anything better than this gorgeous creature in my bed and in my mind.
The elevator dinged, announcing our arrival. I lifted my head but kept my left arm wrapped around her delectable little body and we walked the few feet to my penthouse. The top floor was divided into four apartments, all with doors off of a small foyer around the elevator shaft; mine was on the southeast corner and had an amazing view of the city and Central Park. The other three apartments were occupied by a city council member, an actress, and a retired financier and his beauty queen wife, all of whom kept pretty much to themselves.
My hand slid down her arm as I reluctantly separated from my soon-to-be lover, and my fingers threaded through hers. Thankfully, the foyer lights were always dimmed at night, and created a warm glow rather than a bright, glaring atmosphere. Glancing down into Addison’s passion-drunk eyes, I gently pulled her out of the elevator behind me and walked the few feet from the elevator to my door. I punched in the security code and within seconds, I pushed open the door and took her back into my arms, and she came into them eagerly. It was dark, with only the shimmering lights of the New York City skyline shining through the large windows.
Our mouths resumed their hungry feasting, our hands and fingers their greedy exploration as I hastily pulled up her dress so that when I lifted her and slammed her into the wall, her supple thighs could part around my waist. Suddenly, the buttons to my shirt parted, the buttons flying. I smiled against her mouth. “That’s my girl,” I said softly, before taking her mouth in another hungry kiss. I pressed my hand against her chest between her breasts, my hips thrusting forward, grinding into the inferno of her center. “I promised myself I’d be gentle. At least, this first time,” I panted between frantic kisses.
Her hands worked frantically to push my jacket and now ruined shirt from my shoulders. Her hands felt glorious on my bare skin. I pushed against her again, feeling the head of my dick pushing into her folds even through my slacks and her panties.
“Don’t be gentle,” she breathed, her eyes met mine, even as our mouths returned to each other.
I held her against the wall of my foyer, one hand under her ass and one cupping her face while running my thumb along her jaw. She was so fucking perfect, beguiling in a siren sort of way. I’d given up hope of ever finding any woman who was the combination of fire, brains, and honesty.
We were desperate, frenzied and starving, yet it felt as if it played out in slow motion and I thought I would die waiting to be inside her. I heard my belt buckle clank, my zipper slide down and elicited a low groan when finally, her slender fingers closed around the shaft of my cock; her thumb running over the head. She stroked up and down the best she could between our bodies. It was awkward but felt incredible. All I could hear was the pounding of both of our hearts as they beat together in an insane, powerful rhythm, the rushing of blood in my ears and Addison’s soft moans.
I broke the kiss and touched my forehead to hers. I was between her spread legs, holding her completely off of the floor and still pressed to the wall. It was sexy as hell.
My breathing ragged, I swallowed and licked my lips. “I want to be deep inside you,” I almost growled and at the same time I reached down and hooked two fingers inside the crotch of her panties. They were silk, very damp, and her hips pushed forward, beckoning. I was dying.
Are you safe?” It was an impatient demand; pained in my agony to make us one. “Addison, quickly. Answer me. Are you on the pill?”
Reason should have demanded I wear a condom, but God help me, I wanted nothing between my flesh and hers.
“Yes,” she said breathlessly. She kissed me softly, longingly, a sharp contrast to the scene leading up to this, but something in her voice was pleading. “Yes!”
She continued to pump and pull on my body, bringing me so close. “Oh, God. Stop. I’ll come.”
“I want you too,” she said, kissing my neck. I closed my eyes in surrender.
“Want me to what? Say it,” I demanded, closing my fist around the material in my hand and ripping them to shreds.
“Uhhhh, Addison gasped. “Come, Jaxon,” she said softly. “I want you to come.” I found it so endearing that she could write such hot sex scenes and be so abandoned in touching me and letting her inhibitions down, yet her spoken words seemed very shy.
Instantly, I pulled her off of the wall and strode with her to my Italian leather sofa. I couldn’t wait to take off her dress; I wanted to see more of her rounded breasts. I pulled on the zipper and set her down in one motion. She had me free of the confines of my slacks and my boxer briefs had been pushed down until the waistband was beneath my balls. I could feel my cock ache for release, bobbing at full mast as I took her across the room. I pulled the neckline of her dress down. This wasn’t the way I wanted to take her the first time; both of us half-dressed, and beside ourselves with desire, but right now I would do anything to come, and come hard. I knew I would. I’d been tortured and taunted for weeks; both in my fantasies and in real life. I was voracious in my desire for her.