Page 59 of Hot Stuff
Ha! Like he can talk. He’s got me riding the edge with words and I’m frightened the second I take a step, the moment my legs move, the wet crotch of my thong is going to rub my clit and take me to my knees.
But my knees are where I want to be, where Walker wants me, so with teeth clamped tight, fists clenched at my sides, I step away from him and head for the window.
Once there, relief flows over me and I sink to the floor, my back to the window, and tip my chin up and lock my gaze on his.
I know he’s a man of his word, and I have no doubt the next little while is going to be the hottest sexual experience of my life.
With each step he takes toward me, my breath shortens and sweat slicks my skin. The thrum between my legs becomes so intense I have to widen my knees or risk coming without him touching me.
He’s eyeing me, his gaze probing and concerned. “You okay?”
I nod, not sure I can manage words.
Then a smile tips up one side of his mouth, and he says, “You’re so close.”
Another nod is all he gets.
“Damn. That’s so fucking hot. I’ve barely touched you.”
“You’ve been touching me all night,” I argue.
He’s grinning now. “So I have. But I honestly thought I was the only one affected by it.”
“No.”
“Oakley, I know I just painted a picture for us, but I have to say I don’t think I can do it. Not without losing it the second I stick my cock between your lips and I find myself wanting to fill your pussy so badly I’m shaking.”
“Oh.”
“And I don’t want it against the windows. I want you in my bed. I want to drive you so deep into the mattress, the imprint of you stays there forever.”
I lick my lips. Fuck, this man knows how to paint a picture. I’m so weak with desire, I’m not sure I can get up without his help.
Raising my hand, I wait for him to thread our fingers together and tug me to my feet before saying, “Take me to bed, Walker.”
He smiles down at me. “It’ll be fast and furious this first time.”
I nod. I’m okay with that. More than okay with that. I’m like a grenade with the pin pulled, seconds away from exploding.
“And as much as I love those heels and tiny strips of lace, I want you naked, want to be skin to skin, head to toe the first time I have you in my bed.”
Without letting go of his hand, I slip out of my shoes and use my other hand to push my panties down. The bra isn’t as easy, and he lets go so I can remove it while he discards his own clothes.
I don’t think I’ll ever get over how good he looks naked. The muscles he’s spent years honing draw my eyes and hands, but the second my fingertips touch his skin, he moves.
His hands grip my waist, and he lifts me off the floor. In two strides he’s beside the bed and tossing me onto it.
I can’t help the laughter that bubbles up my throat. The sound of my joy fills the room, surrounds us.
It fizzes and pops in my veins like the finest champagne.
And just like that high priced liquid, Walker is decadent and makes my head spin.
Walker
I lower myself on top of Oakley. Her legs immediately part to make room for mine and my cock fits snug up against her hot pussy.
Resting on my elbows I look down at her. I want to etch every second of our time together in my memory so I can pull it out whenever we’re apart.
