Page 69 of Close Pursuit

She slid his zipper slid down slowly, revealing black silk boxers. She reached through their flap to grasp his member, which was wide awake. Hot. Hard. Silky. She ran her fingernails down its length and was gratified by the growl she’d elicited.

She pushed all the fabric aside and examined his male parts closely. She’d grown up with a bunch of boys and wasn’t a stranger to men’s bodies. But this body was hers to play with. She explored every inch of him, learning his textures.

Hesitantly, she leaned forward to taste him, and Alex sucked in a sharp breath. That was more like it. She was getting good and tired of all his self-control. She ran her tongue around the tip of his penis and then along his length. She swirled her tongue around the base and then back up the shaft.

His hand plunged into her hair and he pressed her forward, her lips sliding over his flesh. Her mouth filled with his heat and she was gratified when Alex sucked in a sharp breath. She pulled back slightly and then slid forward again. She repeated the process until Alex was groaning aloud. She remembered what it had felt like when he drove her slowly out of her mind and she did her best to return the favor now.

Without warning, his hands clamped on the sides of her head and he pulled out of her. “Enough,” he ground out.

Having to fight for control, was he? Excellent!

He pulled her to her feet and backed her up quickly. The cold quartz of the wet bar touched her hips. He hoisted her up onto the hard surface and pushed her down onto her back. He shoved her thighs apart. It seemed a little high for him to reach her with his?—

Oh. He bent down toward her. His mouth closed on her female flesh and she cried out in shock and pleasure and embarrassment. But then his tongue swirled around the center of her throbbing lust and all sense of propriety evaporated.

He pushed her legs higher and lifted his mouth to mutter, “Grab your ankles.”

It was a good thing she stretched as part of her regular fitness routine. But still, she felt wanton in the extreme clasping her ankles with her shoes still in those naughty stilettos.

The position opened her entirely to his mouth and tongue. The wet, swirling, plunging heat of it brought her to the verge of climax almost immediately. She bit her lower lip hard, doing her best not to scream. A nun was sleeping down the hall, for crying out loud.

“You think you can hold out against me?” Alex growled against her inner thigh. “Think again, little girl.”

His mouth closed on her pulsing flesh, biting and sucking right to the edge of pain. She lurched up off the bar as an orgasm slammed into her, crying out into her forearm to muffle the noise.

“Again,” he ordered.

She was surprised when his mouth closed on her again, and in a matter of seconds another orgasm shot through her with the violence of a lightning bolt.

He grabbed her knees, pulling her forward on the slippery quartz and grasping her around the waist. He lifted her off the bar and turned her around, shoving her down over the back of the couch, her rear end high and vulnerable in the air.

Embarrassment started to return, but then something smooth and hot and throbbing pressed against her wet, wanting flesh. She braced herself for an impact, but instead, the invasion of her body by his happened by slow, maddening degrees.

Alex was prodigiously endowed, and he seemed to take pleasure in letting her take the full measure of him inch by torturously slow inch. The sensation was incredible. Her internal muscles stretched to accommodate him, pulsing around the invader, clasping at his flesh convulsively. He withdrew just as slowly, tantalizing her with a feeling of loss so acute she wanted to sob.

He slammed into her all the way to the hilt so deep inside her she could sob in relief.

He withdrew again, and this time, she pleaded, “Again. Fill me again.”

He obliged and she groaned. Over and over he filled her to bursting, his hips thrusting hard against her. She started to shudder, with her whole body this time, her muscles clenching and releasing in time with his invasions. The shudders built into a giant convulsion around him and she shouted her release into the seat cushions.

An arm went around her waist and another around her legs. He carried her swiftly down the hallway to his bedroom and kicked the door shut behind them. He let her body slide down his, and she craved every delicious masculine inch of him.

“I can’t get enough of you,” she gasped.

He shoved her up against the wall and she grabbed his shoulders and wrapped one leg around his hips. He lifted her and she wrapped her other leg around him as he entered her again.

The wall gave her no recourse from his hard thrusts and she shuddered in ecstasy with each one. He spun away from the wall, and sat her on some sort of vanity. His arms swept everything on its surface to the floor with a clatter, and this position gave him the right angle to press deep, then deeper still, into her.

When that failed to satisfy him, however, he picked her up again without pulling out of her. This time he backed her up against a heavy, soft drape. She grabbed the fabric high over her head and hung on for dear life as he drove up and into her with powerful, flexing thrusts of his buttocks.

“Oh my God,” she groaned.

“Sing for me, Katie. This room is soundproof.”

Sing she did. She moaned and sobbed and even screamed as Alex drove her completely out of her mind. When her arms were trembling with fatigue, he spun her away from the window and laid her on his bed. Her body lifted eagerly to his, matching his urgent rhythm, chasing whatever demons drove him with the same abandon he was.

He grabbed her hips and pulled her to him hard. She rose willingly in his hands, giving herself to him without reservation. She literally sobbed in gratitude as he filled her over and over, harder and harder, faster and faster.

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