Page 46 of So That Happened
Her expression hardened. ‘You think I can’t do this without falling for you?’
He just raised an eyebrow at her.
‘I have no problem with only using you for sex,’ she said, a seductive smile lighting up her eyes, causing the hairs to stand up on his arms. ‘I think we should suspend real life from this point until one of us leaves, and do all the things we’ve both been fantasising about for the last couple of days.’
Images of what he’d like to do with her raced through his head and he had to shift in his seat to ease the sudden pressing concern at the front of his trousers.
‘We need to get it out of our systems,’ she went on, leaning in so close he could smell the tang of sea salt in her hair. ‘Purge all that built-up sexual tension and have ourselves a sex banquet.’
Her smile was so provocative he couldn’t help but smirk back.
He was already lost – even before she shifted to straddle his legs, her crotch making contact with his rock-hard erection. The hot kisses she trailed across his cheeks and nose were a light relief compared to the straining pressure in his lap. Putting his hands up to feel the heavy weight of her breasts, he heard her moan and felt her breath feather across the skin of his cheek. The heat lingered for seconds after she’d moved on to kiss the groove between his jaw and his neck.
Taking one of his wrists in each hand, she pushed his arms back, trapping them against the sofa, whilst rocking her hips against him, levering herself up at the top of each movement to catch the sensitive tip of his cock with the hot softness between her legs. Desperation to rip their clothes away and feel her slippery heat with his hands clawed at him, but she wanted the control here and he was totally fine with that – as long as she didn’t stop goddamn moving.
Just as the thought hit him, she moved down his lap, breaking contact where he needed it most, and he almost growled in frustration. Looking up at her, he saw the corner of her mouth twitch in amusement. She knew exactly what she was doing to him. He had a feeling she was paying him back for his anger and faked disinterest earlier.
She released his wrists so she could grasp the hem of his T-shirt and slide it up his body, the cool backs of her fingers leaving searing lines of sensation on the hot skin of his chest. Leaning forward, he allowed her to pull it over his head, feeling the soft leather of the couch stick to his heated bare skin as he leant back.
Slipping her knees between his legs, she pushed them open so she could slide her body to the floor and kneel in front of him, bringing her hot mouth down to the highly sensitised nub of his nipple. The first, semi-painful graze of her teeth made him jump in shock, before sending currents of pleasure through his body.
After the chafing bite, she used her tongue to lick away the pain, before greedily sucking down on his nipple, swirling her tongue around the now erect peak. Her fingers worked the other side, as she alternately sucked and pinched, making him crazy with the dual sensation. This was punishment, all right.
His neglected erection gave a throb as she moved her free hand down the quivering flank of his chest, skirting over the dip of his belly button to find the button of his shorts. She made quick work of popping it open and yanking down his fly, pulling the stiff material away so that all was left was the thin cotton barrier of his boxers. Abandoning his aching nipples, she moved lower, using both hands to pull his trousers and underwear down his legs, then held his gaze as she brought her mouth back down to his exposed cock.
At the first flick of her tongue he nearly lost it, and a groan escaped from deep in his throat.
Any remaining resolve to leave tore out of his head as her mouth covered the tip of him, then slowly slid down, taking him inch by excruciating inch into the furnace of her mouth.
Her cool fingers traced the concavities between the muscles of his thighs, teasing their way higher, until she cupped his crown jewels in one hand and pressed a finger right below them, catching the small knot of nerves there with the pad of her finger and sending his body’s euphoric response into overdrive.
‘Holy hell, Josie,’ he gasped, grasping his hands together behind his head and giving in totally to the pleasure of the moment as she worked her magic.
The torpid air of the snug was chilled compared to the heat that built between his thighs. Shocks of powerful sensation mirrored the still-throbbing ache in his nipples as she moved her mouth up and down his shaft, flicking her tongue over the end of him at the apex of each move, drawing him right out of his own head.
How could he even have considered leaving when such sensational sex with Josie was on offer?
Her movements increased in speed, her other hand grasping the rigid base of him as she worked him over. A deep, primal urge to be inside her had him totally captive. He would have done anything for her right then, just to be allowed to reach his ecstatic peak. Anything.
And then he was there. Riding wave after exquisite wave of pleasure, his body jerking – out of control – before finally plummeting back down to earth again.
It was a few seconds before he felt able to open his eyes and check she was okay.
‘You’re an amazing woman, Josie Marchpane,’ he groaned, still riding the glorious aftershocks of his orgasm.
The beatific smile she gave him when she looked up made his heart turn over. The breath rasped in his throat and his pulse raged in his veins as the blurring alarm of his reaction hit home. It was just a heat of the moment thing, he reassured himself. A crazy, abnormal response to the intensity of his climax.
Reaching down, he put his hands under her armpits and lifted her up, flipping her onto her back on the sofa and climbing over her.
He needed a way to eradicate the disturbing panicky feeling that was rising like a geyser in his chest again.
Unpopping the button of her shorts, he pulled them away, then yanked her knickers down her legs.
‘Your turn,’ he said, before lowering his mouth to her, obliterating everything but the sweetly aromatic smell of her skin and the intoxicating taste of her arousal.
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Afterwards they took a long bath together in the claw-footed tub.
