Page 9 of Keeping the Single Dad
“No.” I fingered the strap of her bra and reached behind to unclasp it. “I’m just admiring the view.”
She tossed her bra to the side. Her full breasts budded with taut rosy pink. Perfection. She watched me with a lustful expression as I freed myself from my kilt and stood bare. I lowered my body over hers. She gasped and pushed my shoulders to force me downward. I couldn’t help my chuckle at her eagerness. I felt the charge between us too, but I wouldn’t be rushed. It had been years since I’d had a woman writhing beneath me. I’d take it slow. Tease her. I dipped my head to her breasts, sucking each swollen bud in turn, before pushing them together to take both tight pebbles into my mouth at once. She moaned as I kissed the constellations of freckles that dotted her throat.
“You have perfect breasts,” I murmured.
My hands roved over the curve of her hips, dancing up her inner thighs and she arched up to meet me. I planted hot open-mouthed kisses down her sternum and licked around her belly button. She watched me intently, sighing with pleasure, and wriggling beneath me. A dizzying current of lust surged through me. She was getting impatient. Me too.
I kissed and stroked through her underwear, crumpling lace under my lips, purposefully avoiding where she needed me to touch her most. I was desperate to taste her, but not yet. We’d been so hot and heavy in the lift, but if I had one night with a flame-haired goddess like this, then I’d savor her. Otherwise, this would be over in two thrusts.?
Purple bruises smattered her legs. I traced a finger over the marks. “What are all these bruises?”
“Work.”
I explored the soft lines of her waist and hips with my mouth. “Things get rowdy in the office?”
“The office?”
“You said you worked in finance.”
Her eyes slipped away. “Right. Finance.”
Something about her tone gave me pause. “Do you really work in finance?”
“Does it matter?”
No. Not now. She could tell me she supported Celtic over Rangers, and I’d be hard pressed to stop now. She gasped as I rolled her over and kissed the back of her legs. Her spine arched when I trailed my lips over her perfect, peachy backside through pale blue lace. I smoothed my hand over her ass. Delicious. It was all I could do not to bite it. My fingers itched with some strange urge, and I couldn’t help but lift my palm and give her a gentle, playful smack. She chuckled, but her laughter faded to a moan as I slid her lacy G-string down her legs slowly and went back to kissing where the soft creamy skin of her thighs met her backside. Lying on her front, she squirmed upwards, shifting fluidly like a cat and lifting her hips for me. I nudged her legs apart with my knee and positioned myself behind her. She twisted to flash me a hooded look over her shoulder.
Spreading her, I buried my face between her legs, tasting her for the first time. My nose bumped against her delicate glistening folds. An agonized groan left her lips as I tongued and probed the wet heat between her thighs. Reaching behind her, she fisted her fingers into my hair, directing me. Her moans and gasps spurred me on. I hadn’t done this for so long. I’d always loved going downtown, even if I was out of practice. The little noises and juddering movements that a slow, firm lick could elicit made me unbearably hard.
It was easy because this woman wasn’t shy about getting what she wanted. She bucked against me, riding my tongue and doing my job for me. I gave her perfect backside a playful smack. Her delicious yelp of pleasure made my heart thump. She responded so strongly to my touch. I’d wanted to take my time, but I needed to be inside her.
I came up for air and wiped my mouth against my wrist. "We need a condom."
She scrambled off the bed and grabbed her handbag off the floor. I could barely take a full breath at the prospect of how it would feel to slide inside her.
She freed the condom from its packet and raised a devilish eyebrow. “Allow me.”
She smoothed the tight latex over my shaft. Heat seared from her touch.?
“Turn around. Get back on your knees.”
Amusement danced in her eyes, and her smile held a sensuous flame. Pleasure coursed through me at her eagerness to obey my command. I grabbed her hips, pulling her into position. We both groaned as I lined myself up and pushed into her tight wet heat. She bucked and clenched around me. Heat flooded my body. I held perfectly still — the sensation so intense, I could easily unravel. She bucked again.
I sucked in breaths, sweat dripping down my temples. “Don’t move.”?
She froze.
The shapely beauty of her bare body taunted me. The need to release was unbearable. She tightened around me and rolled her hips again.
I gripped her in place. “I said keep still.”??
She flashed me a glance over her shoulder, watching me with a wicked glint in her eye. Desire rippled the length of my spine. She bit her lower lip. Her eyes locked with mine as she rocked her hips, deliberately grinding against me.
A groan escaped me, and I slid my hands down the length of her strong back. “I told you not to do that.”
“Whoops”
I squeezed my eyes shut because the cocky smile on her lips was about to send me over the edge. She rolled her hips, riding me. I gripped her and thrust into her in slow, maddening strokes, taking back control. She moaned and her head dropped. She lowered onto her elbows and bucked faster. Together, we found a tempo that bound our bodies. Pleasure bloomed over my skin like crackling electricity. My body trembled with my efforts to hold myself back.
