She shuddered and moaned, saying his name over and over. As the feelings ebbed, he tugged her close and kissed her cheek. Her forehead. Her neck. Even her nose.
Soft, sweet, fluttery kisses. Her body felt like a noodle. She was warm and glowing, in that heady state after an epic orgasm. He seemed to sense that she needed a minute to bask in the aftereffects. Gently, he untied her hands as he buzzed his soft lips from her throat to her ear.
“Did you like it when my face was between your legs, Julia?”
His voice was low and soft, and there was a tender tone to it. So different from the rough way he’d talked to her when he issued his instructions. She pressed closer to him, savoring the momentary sweetness, loving that he had so many sides – hard and hungry, then gentle when he needed to be. He ran a hand down her side, across her waist, traveling to her hip. He bent his head to her belly, layering a gentle kiss there, then over to her hipbone. She could get used to this, to this kind of touch – rough at times and gentle at others, and he knew when to hit each note.
“I loved it,” she murmured.
“Good. Because you taste fantastic on me,” he said, then claimed her mouth in a quick, hot kiss. “And now you taste fantastic on you.”
She looped her hands into his thick hair and wrapped her legs around his hips, letting him know what she wanted next. “Can you please sleep with me now?”
He raised an eyebrow. “You ready to feel me inside you?”
“God yes,” she said. “But you need to get naked like I am.” She said and quickly unbuttoned his shirt and pushed down his jeans.
He pulled her up from the chair, looked deep into her eyes, then raked her over head to toe. “I am so glad I walked into your bar tonight, because this is the best night I’ve had in a long time, and you are quite possibly a perfect woman. So as far as I can see, the only thing that could possibly make it better is you bent over the chair with your ass in the air.”
She hitched in a breath as a ribbon of desire was unleashed in her body. “I want it hard, Clay,” she told him as she turned around and bent over, lifting her bottom for him. “I want it hard and deep and I want to feel your c**k all the way inside me.”
He fished in his wallet for a condom, rolled it on, and smacked her ass once.
“You will feel me for days, gorgeous.”
* * *
That back.
So long and sexy and smooth. That hair, all silky and thick and perfect for tugging. But that ass. It was so inviting. Clay rubbed his palms against her smooth, soft skin, then placed a thumb on each cheek to spread her open. Her pu**y was glistening and his c**k twitched eagerly at the sight; jumpy f**ker was ready to be inside her, but he wanted to enjoy the view as he entered. She’d tasted delicious, so hot and sexy and willing, but maybe she tasted so good to him because she liked it the same way he did. She liked to dominate and to be dominated. She liked to talk dirty, and be talked dirty to. She was a scorching combination of everything he’d ever craved in the bedroom – never had he met a woman before that he’d clicked with in every way – and now he was was going to have her how he wanted. He teased her wet lips with the head of his cock. She whimpered, then raised her ass higher.
“You like how my c**k feels against you? You want me inside you?”
“Yes, I don’t want you to tease me. I want you to take me,” she said in a firm tone, turning her head to shoot him a sharp stare.
“You telling me what to do, gorgeous?”
“Yes. I’m telling you what to do. And you better take me now because I don’t want to be teased.”
He rubbed himself against her, and her body responded instantly, shivering as he toyed with her. “But it seems you like teasing,” he said playfully as she pushed back against him.
“Clay, please,” she said, as if she desperately needed him to put her out of her pent-up misery.
“You gonna beg for it?”
“No,” she said, reverting to her tough stance. “I don’t want to beg for it. If you make me beg, I will go masturbate.”
He smacked her ass for that impudence. But he loved her feisty attitude; it shot sparks through his whole body. “I would love to watch you touch yourself,” he said as he pushed the tip of his c**k inside her.
“You think I’d let you watch?”
“Oh, gorgeous. You’d love it if I watched. You’d get even wetter with my eyes on you as you fingered yourself. Are you good at making yourself come, Julia?” He said, sliding in another inch and rolling his eyes back in his head at the feel of her hot flesh surrounding him.
“So good at it. I will make myself come in seconds if you don’t f**k me deep right now,” she said, looking back at him, her green eyes fiery and demanding as she taunted him. “Maybe I’ll even torture you by letting you watch.”
“I fully intend to take you up on that kind of torture sometime,” he said. But not now. Because right now he wanted to be buried deep inside her more than he wanted to tease her, toy with her, control her. “But right now, you’re getting what you want.”
Screw teasing. Screw taking it slow. He sank into her and they groaned in unison. She felt extraordinary, so tight against him.
She braced herself with her hands on the back of the lounge chair. “You feel amazing,” she murmured, and that made him even harder, hearing her unfettered reaction. No saucy talking back, no snappy mouth. Not that he didn’t love those things. He did. A hell of a lot. But to hear those simple words escape her throat turned him on fire.
“Clay,” she groaned as he rocked into her, stroking in and out, hitting her far and deep, then pulling almost all the way out. Only to pound into her again.
“Is this what you wanted when you looked at me with those f**k-me eyes behind the bar?” He whispered roughly, holding her hips hard as he slammed back into her.
“Yes,” she cried out.
“Did you picture bending over for me and letting me take you? Letting me own you with my c**k so far inside you?”
He thrust into her again, and she wriggled her ass. Such a beautiful sight, that smooth creamy skin. He rubbed his palms against the soft perfect globes. He wanted to bite it, to sink his teeth into the sweet flesh and leave a mark on her, but there would be time for that later. For now, this woman needed a good hard round with him that would radiate through her beautiful body for days.
“I was just hoping you’d be eight inches,” she said, and he could practically hear the smirk in her voice.