Page 30 of On the Fly
He panted heavily as he stared at her. Finally, reality settled back under his feet. He had her pinned against the wall, suspended by his hips pressed between her legs. His cock begged him to remove all these clothes and push into what he suspected to be tight, hot confines. Damn, too bad they weren’t upstairs or even hidden in one of these side rooms. He could take her so easily right now.
With a deep breath, Ander gathered the strength to steady Emma on her feet before standing to his full height. He brought his hand to hers, entwining their fingers. She clutched him tightly. He said nothing as he led them to the back stairwell, practically dragging her along with him, heading to his bedroom. She laughed breathlessly as she attempted to catch up to him. But he wouldn’t give his feisty almost-lover any reason or time to change her mind.
Chapter 14
Three-quarters of the way up the stairs, when free of the fear of getting caught, Ander tugged her forward, standing her ahead of him on the steps. He let her hand go, his palms coming to her hips to slide down, outlining the shape of her ass. Her dress lifted as he came up directly behind her, crowding her. His sensual lips connected with the skin of her neck and his fingertips skimmed a heated path up her body as he lifted the dress higher. One hand pushed up to cover a single breast while the other pushed lower, boldly cupping her through the thin material of her panties. His tight hold made it impossible to continue walking up the steps. His hot breath hit her ear, sending a shiver racing down her spine when he growled, “Damn, you’re sexy.”
“We need to get to the room,” she said, all needy and breathy and her body did the exact opposite of what she’d just instructed. Emma leaned back against his hard chest as he kissed and caressed back down her neck. He easily breached her moist panties with his skilled fingers, caressing her lips, spreading the heat and desire that had gathered there during their firestorm of a kiss.
“Jesus, Emma, you’re soaking wet.”
She stretched her arm backward, tangling her fingers into Ander’s soft locks, the back of her head hit his shoulder and her hips arched as she pushed herself against his fingers. He seemed to like the move, his arm locked around her waist, hauling her up off her feet and up the last remaining steps while his fingers continued their delicious assault.
At the entrance of the bedroom, he withdrew his fingers and she reached out to open the door. He slid her dress over her head and carelessly tossed it to the floor in the hallway. Ander was a man on a mission. He kicked open the door with his foot, yanking her around, his lips fused to hers as he struggled to get his suit coat off. Emma worked to free his belt buckle, and Ander’s slacks hit the floor about the same time her panties did.
“Next time’s for you.” Ander reached behind his back, pulling his already unbuttoned dress shirt and undershirt over his head in one deft tug. He snatched up his pants and rummaged for a bit, but she couldn’t take her eyes off his muscular arms. She’d known he was fit but hadn’t seen him naked. The sight left her wanting to melt into the floor. Pants tossed aside once again, she heard the crinkle of a wrapper. Heaven help her, she hadn’t even considered protection.
He stalked closer, and as if she weighed nothing, he grasped her under her butt and wrapped her legs around his waist. She released the hook of her bra, flinging it to the side. The skin of his chest, sprinkled with blond silky chest hair, caressed her peaked nipples sending a shudder through her body.
All potential reservations were forgotten when he impaled her with his cock before she even had her arms around his neck again. The moment was exquisite, sheer bliss. He filled her, stretching her wide, burying himself to the hilt. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she heard the bedroom door slam shut as they tilted ever so slightly. Her back arched, her head rolled between her shoulders and all the air was pushed from her lungs. Stars sprinkled her vision and her eyelids slid slowly closed in delight. Thank the stars he had such a good hold on her. The arms at his neck went slack as he lifted her by the hips, pulling himself out before pushing her all the way down his length again.
“Oh, fuck yeah.”
Her breath heaved from her lungs, and her world tilted momentarily until her back hit the mattress as he made his next thrust. Her vision blurred. All she seemed to be able to do was absorb each incredible mind-blowing plunge of Ander’s hips, pistoning in and out of her sensitive heat. Her orgasm built at a pace she’d never experienced before. He rose above her, bending enough to clasp her nipple between his lips, suckling and tugging until she lost her mind. Her back arched forward, shoving her breast into his mouth as her high heels dug into the mattress and her hands fisted into the bedspread. She could no more help the deep, needy moan than she could help breathing. Her eyes closed and she smiled in delight.
“Heaven.”
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They were fluid together, moving as if they were one. Liquid fire built steadily inside his balls. He couldn’t stop the jet plane of lust racing through his veins any more than he could stop the wild canter of his hips, driving in and out of Emma’s snug, warm body. She was made for him. No one had ever fit so well, responded so perfectly. She was gorgeous, losing herself to the throes of ecstasy.
Her thighs tightened around his hips, her body tensing underneath his as small whimpering pants urged him on. She was too much, too beautiful, too sexy, and their connection too strong. Her pleasure drove his excitement. Waves of bliss sent soul-devouring tingles sliding down his spine. Ander screwed his eyes shut, begging himself to hold back. He wanted this to last for the both of them. He wasn’t a randy teenage boy. Surely he could hold himself off…
“Ander…” Emma’s hands came up, her fingernails digging into his back. He’d never heard his name said with such need. She pulled his orgasm from him with the very sound of her voice. Nothing compared to this moment. The knowledge so powerful, Ander’s body seized, freezing him in place, filling Emma with his release as he held her protected in his arms.
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Sunday morning
The hand caressing the length of Emma’s body had just enough pressure to pull her from a sound sleep. With her eyes still closed, she curved into the touch, turning ever so slightly as the palm caressed across her hip and rounded to her belly. The small, even puff of breath hitting her face about every five or so seconds drew her further awake, but she still didn’t open her eyes. Not yet. Ander traced a finger on a path around her belly button, and she lay there, reveling in all those super-sated feelings after long overdue, fantastic orgasms.
She felt the movement as Ander, who was pressed against her side, leaned over her body. He sucked her nipple straight into his mouth. Her body’s visceral reaction shocked her in its immediacy. She arched her back, her center tingled desperately, needing more attention from the man, and a moan escaped her lips. She did nothing more than push her head back and tangle a hand into the soft strands of his hair. He took his time, building need inside her. The tips of his fingers skimmed down her belly until he reached the hair between her legs and stopped right there.
Who would have known that Ander Jorgensen was into torture? Surprisingly, Emma couldn’t get enough. This would make their third time over the last however many hours. He popped his mouth off her hardened nipple as his fingers continued gently touching the juncture between her legs, teasing every part of her except the part she wanted touched the most.
“You’re sexy,” Ander said, his breath hitting her face again.
She opened her eyes and cocked a brow at him. He had built her need and then backed off, leaving her hanging on the edge. She tangled her fingers in his hair again, guiding his head down to her lips. She kissed him, making her demand clear, but he resisted, pulling away before she truly got started. This time, he slid his fingers up her seam, but never slipped them inside.
“I brought you breakfast,” he said, inches from her face. He cocked his head toward the nightstand. She barely turned to see a covered plate. Then lifted her gaze to the alarm clock. It wasn’t quite five o’clock in the morning. They hadn’t been asleep long, and she had hours before she needed to be downstairs for the wedding.
“Thank you.” She must have looked as confused as she sounded, because a grin broke across Ander’s face. He was so handsome. She liked all his various looks, but this one most of all. His hair was rumpled, his five o’clock shadow filling in nicely, even if it was hard to see with the light blond hair. She had felt the scruff scratch over her breasts, heightening her desire. His usually styled hair classified as a true bedhead, which gave her a joy she didn’t understand. She turned her body toward his and tried to hook her leg over his hip and draw him to her. But he stopped her, pushing her thigh back with a groan.
“No, let me do this. This time’s for you.” Ander lowered his head, gently sampling her lips while his middle finger finally breached her, slipping inside, easily finding and fingering her clit. Yeah, she liked that a whole lot and moaned as her eyelids closed and she let Ander work his magic. “I think you’re insatiable.”
Those were probably the only words he could have said to take her from the intense need ricocheting inside her. Her eyes popped open. “Insatiable? Who uses the word insatiable?”
He was still right in her face and his chuckle vibrating against her body as he moved over her. “You don’t like the word I chose? How about this—I love your tits.”
