She couldn't think clearly, she was so overwhelmed with need and excitement. She wanted him naked, so she shoved at his pants, still unfastened, until they fell to the floor and he stepped out of them.
He gave her a little push and, with a gasp, she fell back onto her bed, the down duvet puffing up around her. As he joined her she caught a glimpse of his nude body, wide shoulders tapering to a lean waist and hips, long muscular thighs dusted with hair. Oh, God, it was almost unbearable, the tension that rose in her, twisting tighter and tighter.
He stroked her body, still adorned in the sexy lace lingerie, cupped her breast, trailed his fingers down over her tummy, making her shiver with delight. He traced the edge of the thong underwear, over one hip bone, around behind her over the cheek of her butt that was so, so sensitive. She quivered helplessly beneath him, desperate with need, aching to have him touch her there ... so close to where his fingers were.
He slid his hand around front again and, this time, covered her mound, holding her there. She throbbed against his hand and lifted her pelvis to press herself farther into his palm. He kissed her, holding her sex like that as he devoured her with his mouth. It was so heart-wrenchingly intimate she thought she was going to die of yearning.
She pulsed into his hand, wanting more, needing more, but still he ate at her mouth, used lips, tongue and teeth to drive her crazy, bring her to a frenzy of desire, while his hand just held her vulva. She could feel the dampness of her panties, knew she was dripping there.
"Dex,” she begged. “Touch me."
"I am touching you."
"I need more,” she moaned into his mouth. She lifted her hips against his hand, and he laughed softly.
"But it's my turn, remember?"
She tossed her head back and forth on the pillow. Shit, he couldn't be so cruel as to get her so close then stop. But then his fingers slipped beneath the lace panties and slid into the slippery creases of her labia, stroking her wetness, one finger tenderly finding her clitoris and rubbing.
"Oh ... oh!” she cried as she convulsed with a quick, hard climax, a shower of stars sparkling behind her eyes. She shuddered beneath his hand, and he kissed her again, taking her soft gasps into his mouth.
"There,” he murmured moments later, withdrawing his hand.
"What do you mean, ‘there'?” she demanded, her voice weak. “It was supposed to be your turn."
"Who's counting?"
She struggled to open her eyes and look at him. His lips curved into a wicked little smile that made her want him all over again. “We have all night. Right?"
"Right."
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Chapter Seven
Dex loved the holly-berry red lingerie, but now he was ready to see her out of it. He slid his hands around behind her to the clasp of the bra. It flicked open easily, and he drew it away from her body and tossed it to the floor. She had her white teeth buried in her bottom lip as she watched him big-eyed, almost anxiously.
He studied her breasts again, having been unable to get them out of his mind since the night of the party. They were just as luscious as he recalled, and he bent his head to take one tight little nipple in his mouth, a sweet hard little berry. He tugged and sucked and tongued the budded tip, making her writhe and whimper beneath him.
"Oh, yes,” she breathed, threading her hands through his hair and holding him to her breast. “Yes, yes."
He moved to the other nipple, reached for the first with his fingers, tugged the tip gently. Having both nipples attended to seemed to almost send her over the edge, making her wild for him. God, she was incredible. It was such a turn on to see her respond like that, to know he could make her so hot.
His cock was rock hard and throbbing with need as desire for her surged through his body. He needed her desperately, urgently, now.
"Erin, I can't wait,” he muttered.
"Do it,” she urged him, hands on his back trying to pull him up and over her.
"Hold on.” He reached for his pants on the floor beside the bed. He rose back up with a condom in his hand and quickly sheathed himself, gritting his teeth as he did so, so close to coming he could taste it.
Then he took himself in one hand and directed the head of his dick to her soft, wet opening, pushing gently. She was tight even though she was so excited she was dripping. Her fingernails bit into the flesh of his shoulders as he pushed his way into her.
"I'm sorry,” he muttered, clenching his jaw yet again. “You're so tight, Erin.” He pushed farther, inch by inch, until he was almost there. “Open for me, gorgeous,” he murmured and, with a last hard thrust of his hips, he was there. “Christ, you feel good.” He panted, waiting, trying to hold off a bit longer, but it was hopeless. He felt his balls tighten, and he thrust into her once, twice, then his orgasm crashed over him in wave after wave of heat.
She wrapped her legs around him, arched beneath him. He hadn't had time to even think of her, but she was coming anyway, just behind him, crying out as he filled her, poured himself into her.
She panted for breath, arms and legs tight around him, and he almost choked as emotion overwhelmed him. Holy shit.
He rolled to the side, taking her with him, fighting for control of his breath, his heart. What the hell was that?
He'd waited a long time for Erin, watched her every day at work, admired her gentle warmth and patience in long, boring meetings, respected her knowledge and the advice she gave him and others. He'd tried not to drool over her hot body and gorgeous smile, fantasized about her at night (okay, sometimes in his office, too). Was that why the sex had been so insanely hot? Because he'd dreamed about it for so long?
Or was it something more than that? Because he'd never felt touched so deeply, so intensely satisfied, so weak and limp as he did right now.
He stroked a hand over her smooth back, felt her breathing and her heartbeat slow as she recovered.
"I want to do that again,” he told her abruptly. She lifted her head, and her smile almost took his breath away. Wow. She was here in his arms ... or rather, he was here in her bed. Jesus. He swallowed hard.
"But my debt is paid off,” she said, eyes gleaming.
He choked on a laugh. “Hey, wait a minute. How many times did you come just now?"
There was a short silence. With a wicked little smile, she said, “Um. Twice."
"Ha! So we're not exactly even."
"But who's counting? Isn't that what you said?"
"Hmm. I am an accountant."
She laughed. “This could be fun, keeping things even."
He groaned and pushed her head down to his chest. “Just give me few minutes,” he muttered, and she laughed softly and snuggled in against him in a way that felt so perfect and natural and right.
They might have dozed off, at least Dex thought he did, becoming conscious of her soft body pressed against him in a sort of dreamy haze. He stroked his hands down over her back, over her rounded bottom, teasing the crease where cheek joined thigh. She wriggled against him, and he knew she was awake, too.
He continued to stroke her, learning the places that made her twitch and quiver. When he felt the tension rising in her body, he rolled her onto her back. She lay there, long dark hair spread out on the pillow, her velvety eyes big and dark, her mouth swollen, and he just gazed down at her in awe. He cupped a breast, filling his palm with its softness, then rubbed the nipple, loving how it drew up tight and stiff against his hand. Her eyes drifted closed, and he made love to her with his hands and his mouth, kissing her nipples, then taking them between his teeth and carefully tugging, first one then the other.