He undid his tie and let it fall beside him. One button at a time, he slipped them free until his shirt was hanging open. He shrugged out of it, exposing a wide expanse of sculpted male flesh. The man had hard pecs and abs of steel. She practically purred. A thin line of hair bisected his chest. It ran downward and disappeared into the waistband of his pants.
His belt jangled as he undid it. The rasp of the zipper was like a physical caress down her body. Her skin tingled. Her breasts ached so much she covered them with her hands.
T.S. stilled, his gaze centered on her breasts. “Touch yourself, babe. Pretend it’s my hands on you.”
Need slammed through her and she moved her legs restlessly against the comforter. Wanting some kind of relief from the heat swirling inside her, Missy circled her hands over her breasts. It wasn’t enough. She plucked at the tight nipples with her fingers, crying out at the erotic sensation.
T.S. swore and practically tore his pants and underwear from his body. Naked, he stalked toward the bed. His cock was protruding in front of him, pointing to her, leading him toward her. He put one knee on the bed, then the other, as he worked his way up her body. He lowered his head and planted hot, wet kisses on her calves, the inside of her thighs.
“Don’t stop,” he told her as he knelt between her thighs. When he rubbed his fingers over her crotch the thin silk of her panties was wet. “Damn, you’re hot.” His gaze met hers and she could see the sincerity in them. “You’ve never been cold, babe. You were just waiting for the right man to bring out the heat. That prim exterior hides a volcano of desire just waiting to erupt.”
She was ready. Past ready to do just that. She moaned and undulated her hips.
“I can smell your arousal.” He nuzzled the fabric and took a deep breath. His fingers inched along the elastic, slipping beneath. Missy moaned long and loud as his fingers found her hot, slick folds. “Oh yeah, I want more of this.”
She wanted it too but lacked the words to tell him, she was so lost in the sensations enveloping her. But he seemed to know what she needed. He traced the crotch of her panties from back to front, taking care to press at the apex, finding her swollen clit.
Her hips came off the bed as she panted for breath. Every nerve ending in her body was alive. Electric.
T.S. tugged her panties down her legs and away, leaving her naked. He gripped her hips in his hands and lifted, bringing her pussy to his mouth. Missy opened her mouth on a silent scream as he covered her, his tongue delving past her slit and pushing inside.
Had she ever been cold in her life? She couldn’t remember. She felt as though she was in the middle of the desert. T.S. was the sun bathing her body in heat. He sucked and laved, licked and nibbled on her folds. He used his clever tongue to tempt and tease her clit until she was ready to scream.
Noises broke from her throat. Sounds of pleasure. Need. Not real words. That was beyond her.
“Come for me, babe.” His eyes practically glowed as he glanced up at her. His lips were wet with her juices. Locking his gaze with hers, he licked her core from back to front.
Missy exploded. Spasms shook her as her pussy rippled. Wet heat flowed from her core and he lapped it all up. The intensity of it, the sheer carnality of the moment sent her off on another round of spasms.
T.S. didn’t wait for them to end. He knelt over her, keeping one hand beneath her to arch her hips toward him. With his free hand, he guided his cock to her opening.
Her orgasm constricted the opening to her sheath, but he pushed inward, determined. Beads of sweat popped up on his forehead as he gritted his teeth and began to thrust.
Missy cried out as he forged inward, one thick inch at a time until he was snug. It was a tight fit. He stretched her in the most wonderful way. Spasms still rippled through her pussy, tightening the muscles around his shaft.
“I can’t wait, babe.” That was all the warning she got before he began to thrust.
Missy brought her knees up, opening herself. T.S. hooked his arms beneath her thighs and planted his hands on the bed. He rocked back and forth, advancing and retreating, building the heat inside her once again.
She wasn’t sure it had ever really dissipated.
Unbelievably, she could feel the growing pressure within her. Knew another orgasm was close.
She gripped his butt, pulling him closer to her with each thrust. He threw back his head, the thick cords of his neck tightening. He called her name as he came. His cock rippled and pulsed inside her, pushing her over the edge again.
Missy clung to him as they rode out the storm of desire together. He pumped into her one final time before collapsing on top of her. His skin was warm and damp against hers. She closed her eyes and concentrated on trying to slow her racing heartbeat.
Her chest rose and lowered with each breath. She could hear his rasping breath, feel it against her skin. He kissed the curve of her neck while his fingers toyed with one of her breasts, teasing the nipple.
She laughed and moaned at the same time. The man was insatiable.
“Too much?” he asked.
She nodded. Her skin was extremely sensitive to the point where anything was too much. He opened his hand, covering the mound. It felt nice. Cozy.
She didn’t want to break the mood. They were both relaxed. Sated. Time enough to tell him about her past later.
Missy played with his hair. She loved the way it was so dark and straight, like silk. She wished her hair was more like it. He gave a playful growl, almost like a purr, and nuzzled her neck.
“Like that, do you?”
In answer, he nipped her skin then laved the small sting with his tongue.
She couldn’t remember the last time she was so relaxed. For once she wasn’t thinking about work or plans or her future. She was content to be exactly where she was—in T.S.’ arms.
When he finally pulled away their bodies practically stuck to one another. She groaned. “I need a shower.”
T.S. got to his feet and shook his head. “We need a bath. Give me a minute.” He padded out of the room and she took the opportunity to admire his tight butt.
“I know you’re watching,” he called behind him, making her laugh.
She climbed out of bed and followed him into the bathroom. He already had the water running and was lighting the two candles she kept on the vanity for times when she didn’t want the harsh overhead light. The flickering light added another layer of intimacy to the situation.
Once, she would have felt self-conscious about being naked in front of him. Now it was as natural as breathing. She stepped into the tub and lowered herself into the water. He was right behind her, his big body crowding hers.
T.S. couldn’t remember ever feeling this good. He could still taste Missy’s hot juices on his lips. His cock still vibrated with the feel of her tight channel locked around him. He could go again but he wanted to give her some time to recover. He’d had to push hard to get inside her pussy and didn’t want her sore. A bath should help.
The water lapped around them. He’d never taken a bath with a woman. A shower with a quickie worked in, sure, but nothing this intimate. He relaxed against the rim of the tub with Missy settled against him and decided he liked it.
When the water was high enough, he leaned forward and turned off the taps. He took the opportunity to lick several beads of water off Missy’s dark skin. She tasted salty and sweet at the same time.
He grabbed the bar of soap resting in the built-in holder and began to roll it between his hands. This reminded him of the first night he’d been at her place, the night of the attack. He’d drawn her a bath that night too. But this time it was different. He wasn’t watching her but sharing it with her. He was a different person now and so was Missy. They’d changed one another and for the good.