She smiled. Two steps and she was in front of him. He wrapped his arm around her back and closed the remaining inches between them. Running his mouth along her salty skin, he sucked lightly just below her rib cage.
"Good enough to eat," he murmured.
Candy climbed onto his lap, straddling him. "You're overdressed for the part."
"So are you."
"I'm only wearing panties."
"That's too much."
He was distracted by the tantalizing view of her flushed breasts directly in front of his mouth. Forgetting about stripping off her panties for now, he focused on the obvious.
With his tongue.
Back and forth, over and around, slicking her nipple, nibbling and pulling on the taut skin. She smelled like spring, fresh and alive, and he held on to the small of her back, keeping her close to him.
Candy tried to move away from him. "No, stop. I can't take it."
Jared moved to her other breast and gave it the same extended treatment. "Yes, you can. You can take it all."
"I can't." Her ass rubbed against his thighs and she tried to rock up on his cock with the front of her panties.
He shifted out of the way of her touch, his finger working the other nipple he didn't have his mouth around.
Candy moaned. "Jared, I don't want to come yet. You're going to make me come."
That was the plan.
She went up on her knees, hitting his bare arm with her inner thighs as she struggled to get her breasts away from him. Jared felt the cool dampness of her desire on his skin.
That got him to pull back and look down into his lap. The middle of her red satin panties was dark with moisture, and the stain was spreading.
Man, she was sexy.
He brought his thumb over her mound, tracing the damp spot on her panties. "You're a little wet, aren't you?"
She wiggled around as if she could somehow shift his finger inside her panties. "I'm really wet."
He laughed softly, but Candy didn't. She reached out and ripped his shirt apart, sending buttons in three directions. He was so shocked he hit his back against the bars of the wooden chair he was sitting on. He stared at her in a horny stupor.
"I've always wanted to try that," she said, shoving his sleeves down his arms to puddle at his wrists.
"You did it like an old pro."
Candy didn't answer, just ran her fingers across his bare chest, scraping her nails. Her eyes were trained on him.
"You're such a hottie," she said finally, her searching hands moving up to his shoulders to stroke and caress.
Jared had never been called a hottie before. Coming from anyone else, he would have taken serious exception. From Candy, it pleased the hell out of him.
He couldn't wait another damn minute. He wanted to taste her again. Grabbing the back of her head, he pulled her forward until their lips met in a wild grinding kiss, full of slippery lips and pushy tongues.
Hands in her panties, he squeezed her firm ass, dipping his thumbs to brush on the underside of each cheek.
Candy pinched his nipples, driving him nuts, while she moved up and down on him, the movements as raw and lacking in finesse as their continued kiss.
Jared rocked the chair back, wanting Candy to slide forward in his lap. She did, her breasts landing against his chest as she squeezed her thighs around his legs.
It felt as if he were winging through time and space, rocking with passion, caught somewhere between reality and ecstasy.
He pulled her lip into his mouth to suck hard. And a minute later he really was sailing through the air.
Candy jerked at the jolt that kicked her in the gut when Jared tugged on her lip. She threw her arms forward and wound up knocking Jared's knees with her calves.
Mouths still wrapped around each other, Candy heard him make a startled sound before they both went over with an obnoxious crash as the chair slammed into the floor.
Candy blinked and caught her breath as she landed hard on Jared. He was flat on his back, staring up at her as if he had no idea what had just happened.
"Are you okay?"
He nodded. "You?"
His hand returned to fondling her bottom, so she knew he wasn't injured. "I'm great. Better than great."
"Good."
He touched her chin, guiding her down to him for a kiss. It was a soft gesture, tender, and Candy gave up trying to pretend that she wasn't head over heels for Jared. He was still serious, strong, and sexy as hell, but he also looked almost sweet.
The kiss was sweet as well, but it shifted quickly. It expanded, quickened, Jared's whiskers rubbing her chin raw. She didn't care, she just wanted to feel him, taste him. Her breasts were brushing against his chest, making her ache for more.
Before she could beg for that, Jared said, "Let me get my pants off. Then you can take the top."
"Condom?" she said as she detached herself from his lap. She sat on the floor as he rolled off the chair and got rid of his pants.
"Got it." Jared pulled a whole box out of his pants pocket.
Candy fought the urge to lick her lips. That was a lot of condoms. Maybe Jared had more in mind than just tonight.
He righted the chair and sat back in it, the condom already rolled on. "Come have a seat."
Still on the floor, Candy bent her knees up and slid her panties down, leaving them carelessly where they fell. She stood up and stopped in front of Jared, placing her hands on his shoulders to brace herself.
Closing her eyes halfway, she moved her legs on either side of the chair. Then let out a startled cry when Jared's finger found its way inside her.
"Just making sure you're still ready."
"I'm ready." She meant to move back out his reach, but somehow her body rocked the wrong way. Forward. Onto his ringer.
He gave a soft laugh. "If you like one so much, you'll like two even better."
Another finger slid alongside the first, fitting her snugly as he went deep inside her. When his other hand reached out and stroked her clitoris, Candy cried out.
"Of course, if you like this, you'll like the real thing even better."
She nodded. He withdrew his fingers.
Candy used her hand to guide him, then sank down onto the length of Jared, biting her lip as she did. Pausing a moment, she swallowed hard, enjoying the curse that flew out of Jared's mouth.
But when she tried to ride him, she discovered a problem. "I can't move on you like this. There's nothing to push off of."
Her feet were trapped behind his knees.
But Jared nibbled on her shoulder. "No problem. I can move."
His first thrust was slow and gentle, but within seconds, he had dissolved into hard, urgent movements, which left her gasping. Each thrust sent her up into the air and she clung to him, pinching his skin and digging in with her nails.
The angle sent him deep into her, robbing her of her breath. Her nipples hit his chest, and the light brush of his hard ab muscles against her clitoris was a cruel tease.
Jared stopped without warning.
"What?" she moaned, trying again in vain to pull herself up and down on him.
He didn't say anything, just stood up with her still on him in an impressive muscular move. He rocked once into her, then lowered her to her feet.
"Standing up?" she asked with a grin, waiting for him to start moving again. She wasn't tall enough to work this angle either.
He didn't grin back. His eyes were dark, searching. "Actually I want you to turn around. Will you let me do that?"
She saw what he was doing. Jared was asking her to trust him. To understand that he wasn't like her ex. She knew that already and she wanted him to know she trusted him with everything. Even her heart.
Candy pulled back until he was no longer inside her. "Yes, I'll let you do that."
Then she turned around and splayed her hands on the dining room table, bending over a little.
"You're incredible," Jared murmured before easing himself into her vagina from behind.
He wasn't so bad either. Candy closed her eyes as he went in and out, thrusting harder. She pushed her hips back to meet him and felt her orgasm building up inside her. She was tight and on the edge already when his finger snaked around and rubbed her clitoris.