Page 71 of The Agent
Crossing his ankle over his knee, he dragged off one of the glossy black cowboy boots and his sock and tossed both aside before he did the same for the other foot. He stood to jerk open his belt buckle and unzip his trousers, stripping them and his briefs down in one swift motion before he kicked them away.
Natalie scanned from his bare feet up the curved muscles of his calves to his powerful, ridged thighs. When she came to his erection, she could almost feel the hard length of it inside her already. Her inner muscles clenched again.
He sat on the bench. “Come here.” He wrapped his hands around her hips and brought her in close, opening his thighs so she could stand between them. And then he fastened his mouth on one of her nipples while he rolled the other one between his fingers.
She dug her fingers into his shoulders and held on for dear life as electric sensation streaked from her breasts to her belly and back again. When he shifted his lips to the other breast, she pushed into him with mindless want.
Just as her knees were about to buckle, he pulled back. “I need to be inside you now,” he panted, grabbing the condom.
Natalie took it from him. “My turn,” she said, before putting the edge of the envelope between her teeth so she could run her fingers over the hard, velvet length of him.
He allowed it for a few seconds before he said through gritted teeth, “You need to get that condom on right now.”
She smiled with a sense of power as she stroked it down over his erection. As soon as she finished, he crooked his hand behind one of her knees to guide it onto the bench beside his hip. Then he wrapped his hands around her waist and lifted her without apparent effort so she could kneel over his lap, his cock brushing her clit so that she gasped at the zing it sent along her nerve endings.
He positioned himself between her thighs. “You ready, baby?” he asked.
“Go!” she commanded.
He brought her down as he rocked his hips, driving deep inside her in one hard thrust. It was powerful and thrilling to be filled so abruptly.
“Oh yeah!” His grip on her tightened. He lifted her so that he nearly slid out of her and then moved her downward again.
She could feel the slight dig of her high heels against her buttocks, adding to the sensual assault. And then he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth while she was impaled on his cock. That sent her over the edge into a shriek of an orgasm that slammed through her without warning.
Her body bowed back in a paroxysm of brain-bending release. But she knew Tully would keep her from falling. As her muscles contracted around his cock, he pulled hard on her nipple as he released it, sending a shower of sparks through her.
He held her while she came down from her climax, his grip sure. When she sagged onto his shoulder, he ran his hand down her back and up it again so that tingles shimmered over her skin.
He was still hard and deep inside her, which kept her arousal smoldering despite the orgasm. After a few moments, she lifted her head. “Time for you now, cowboy.”
“I’m in no rush.” He pulled her in so her breasts were crushed against his bare chest while he kissed her with slow intensity.
Desire seeped through her again. She pulled her mouth away to surge upward and drop down so his cock stroked in and out of her.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he said, his eyes half-closed as he braced his hands on the bench and leaned slightly backward to give her a better angle. “You are so perfect.”
Holding his shoulders for balance, she started out in an unhurried rhythm, savoring the slide of him within her, watching the way his face tightened with pleasure. Then he began to raise his hips to meet her as she came down, driving even deeper. His shoulder muscles bunched under her hands as he lifted his hips higher and faster until she held herself still and let him find his own speed as he thrust.
With a final lunge that nearly lifted her off the bench, he threw back his head and shouted, “Oh, hell, yes!” as he pulsed inside her.
He subsided onto the bench, wrapping his arms around her so tightly that it was hard to take a full breath. “Natalie,” he murmured against her temple. “My amazing Nat.”
He claimed her as his with a rumble of satisfaction in his voice and she liked it too much. But she stayed melded together with him until he softened and slid out of her.
He pressed a tender kiss on her mouth and smiled into her eyes. “Let’s see if we can make it to the bed now.”
Natalie stood on wobbly legs, deciding to kick off her heels for safety’s sake. Tully disposed of his condom while Natalie gathered up their clothes. Tully grabbed his boots and took the armful from her before he put his free arm around her waist to steer them up the stairs.
“I feel strange walking up this grand staircase stark naked,” she said. “It’s meant for ladies wearing ball gowns.”
“Are you kidding me? There’s nothing I’d like more than to watch you walk down these stairs just the way you are. Of course, you might not make it all the way to the bottom before I joined you.”
“How about if I wore a tiara and nothing else?”
He chuckled and swept her down the hall and into his bedroom, dropping their clothes on a chair. Natalie watched appreciatively as he walked to the bed, his corded muscles flexing as he turned down the quilt. “I want an armful of warm woman right now,” he said, gesturing to the inviting sheets.
“That’s the disadvantage of grand pianos,” she said as she slipped into bed. “No comfortable place to relax afterward.”
