Page 14 of A Little Harmless Pleasure

He bent his head and took her lips in an openmouthed kiss. Cynthia responded immediately, her tongue tangling with his. As he devoured her mouth, he shifted his hands down to her hips, angling them the way he liked. She protested when he pulled away, but he would not be deterred. Taking his cock in one hand, he positioned it at her entrance. As he slid into her pussy, her eyes shut, but not before he witnessed desire rising again. He captured her hips with both hands and pushed further into her warmth. Even though she was dripping with arousal, she was tight as a virgin. Inch by inch, he entered her, allowing her muscles a second or two to adjust. By the time he was in her to the hilt, his body screamed for release. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he began to move.

Chris wanted to take it slow, but as her head thrashed about on the pillow and she moaned his name—begging, demanding that he go faster—he moved to his knees, changing his angle. As he continued to thrust in and out, her moans grew, her body tightened around his, and she came again. Her pussy clasped his cock, drawing it deeper, milking him. Chris thrust hard into her as his balls drew tight. In that one moment, he hurtled over the edge and his body exploded, her name on his lips.

Minutes later, he collapsed on top of her and rolled over, reversing their positions. Their legs tangled together. The scent of their passion filled the air. Cynthia shifted on top of him, trying to get comfortable, and emitted a dainty snore. A smile curved his lips at the satisfaction coursing through him. As he drifted off to sleep, he realized he’d just experienced a tiny bit of Cynthia’s sensuality. Once he taught her about the power of control, how to give and how to take, Chris was sure the woman would be unstoppable.

Cynthia awoke in small degrees. She opened her eyes and noticed two things. The dark shadows told her it still wasn’t morning. Secondly, the white wallpaper with huge roses signaled she wasn’t in her room or Anna’s. Still groggy, it took several seconds for her mind to focus. When it did, the memories of the evening came rushing back. The drinking, the kissing, the…

Oh God, she’d practically ordered Chris Dupree into bed. She’d acted like some militant nympho.

That’s a derogatory term, Cyn.

She immediately heard Anna’s voice in her head. Cynthia knew it was. She understood having a healthy sexual appetite did not make her a slut. The years of her parents’ comments were hard to overcome.

Still, how was she going to face him? Shifting her legs, she encountered bare skin, a tad bit hairier than her own. She froze. Lordy, she was still in bed with him. Of course she was. Where the hell else would she be? It wasn’t like he would get up and leave his own hotel room.

Slowly, trying not to disturb him, she shimmied to the edge of the bed. The moment she reached it, his arm snaked around her waist, pulling her back against him. Excitement mingled with embarrassment at the feel of his hard cock against her rear end.

“Not trying to sneak away, are you?”

His voice was rough with sleep, his accent thick, and dammit, she melted at the sound. He chuckled before she could form an answer. “Of course you were. Scared the hell out of yourself, didn’t you?”

He kissed the back of her neck, and she shivered.

“I—I don’t normally do things like this.”

He rubbed his shaft against her and chuckled again.

Exasperated, she sighed. “Chris, this is a one-time—”

“Now, don’t make me prove I’m worth more than one time. I’d think the first time would have done that.”

Even as she tried to resist, his arrogance made her smile. From the feel of his erection, he definitely had a reason for it. He began kissing and licking her earlobe, making it difficult to form an argument.

“You live in Hawaii. I live in Georgia. And although I love Hawaii, it would make it one hell of a commute with me living here.”

“You’ve been to Hawaii? Which island?”

“Oahu. My grandmother owned a house close to the North Shore.”

“Ahh.” And he went back to kissing her. His hand slid to her hip, and he pulled her tighter against him. “What else?”

Her whole body seemed to be an instrument made for him to play. He touched her, and she wanted to perform Beethoven’s Fifth. “What?”

“What other argument do you have for us not…enjoying each other again?”

“Ahh…oh. Yes.” She sounded all breathless, her body warming as his fingers danced down her abdomen and covered her sex. “We’re very different. I mean, I’m sure you are used to being so in tune…” She swallowed as he slipped one finger between her folds. “But I have had problems getting satisfaction.”

He moved his finger, brushing against her clit. If she weren’t already so excited, she would be embarrassed by the gush of liquid probably wetting his hand.

“But you had no problem with me.” Again, his pride made her smile. He removed his hand from her pussy. She heard the sound of foil ripping and knew he was donning another condom. A moment later, something bigger than his fingers prodded at her entrance. Without thought, she lifted her leg, and he pushed into her.

“Ah,chéri, you fit me like a glove.” His accent thickened, the sound of it brushing along her nerve endings.

As he pulled out and then thrust back into her, he murmured incoherently in her ear. The tension built, her desire spiraling through her. She pressed back against him, needing more of him, all of him. Her head clouded, her senses filled with him—his scent, the feel of his skin against hers, the sound of his voice teasing her. She tried her best to increase the momentum, but he kept it slow and easy. All the while, he kept talking, telling her just what he wanted to do to her. Part of it was in French, part in English. The pictures he painted with his words pushed her closer to the edge.

She felt herself teetering, but not near enough. She crept closer to fulfillment, but he paused. Reaching around her, he grabbed an extra pillow, laid it on the bed, and rolled both of them on top of it. Positioning her just right, his hands on her hips, he drew himself up to his knees and began driving into her again, pushing deeper than he had been before. She pulled herself up to her elbows and knees, making it easier for him.

Chris kept one hand on her hip, the other sliding around to tease her clit as he continued to thrust heavily into her.

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