Page 23 of Knocked Up By the Silver Fox

His lips claimed mine and I smiled into the kiss as he pulled me down harder onto his lap. His arms were wrapped so tightly around my waist I couldn't breathe, but I didn't care. I felt thebulge in his pants and knew it was all for me, and this moment felt perfect. He hadn't just spat an "I love you too" back at me, he was cherishing my declaration of love for what it was, and I was soaking up his attention.

The car came to a stop, but he continued to kiss me until his driver opened the door. His shirt was unbuttoned and his hair was disheveled. We stumbled out of the back seat like two star-crossed teenage lovers, laughing and holding hands. The driver didn't say a word as Will led me away from the curb and up to the building.

In the elevator he pinned me against the wall and ground his hips against me. His dick was so hard it hurt me a little, and I didn't understand how it wasn't killing him too. I accepted every kiss and touch as they came, relishing the time alone, until the elevator stopped and someone else got on the elevator with us.

Will sobered, standing behind me. It was torture knowing he was this close and he wasn't touching me when I was so turned on and ready for him. But I'd have been a little embarrassed if he continued groping and kissing me with someone else in here with us. His fingers did, however, inch the back of my skirt up until my butt was exposed to the cool air and he was squeezing it.

The man on the elevator stood with his back to us in silence. When the elevator stopped one floor above, and he walked off, Will gripped my butt so hard it made me yelp and giggle. The man glanced at us as the doors shut, and I turned and swatted Will on the chest.

"You're bad!" I told him, and he shrugged a shoulder.

"You didn't wear panties and you thought I could keep control of myself?" He grabbed my butt again and the elevator rose toward his floor. When he leaned forward and whispered, "You know, I think I'm in love too," I felt a bit cheeky.

"You just love me for my body," I told him, knowing I've said this to him before and his immediate response last time was tocorrect me and put me in my place. This time, however, he had a different response.

"Do you blame me, Ms. Reid? You have the finest body of any woman on the planet. Those curves keep me up at night touching myself. Now get into my penthouse and strip because you're driving me up a wall." The way his voice rumbled against the side of my face as his stubble scraped on my neck made my body shiver.

The doors slid open, and he swiped his wallet past the lock on the door. When he opened it, I was taken aback by the sheer size of the apartment. I figured it was nice, but the thing had to stretch for the entire floor. I could see straight through to the other side of the building and the lights of the city twinkling on the horizon out the windows. His hand fell to the small of my back as I gawked at it.

"Yes, it's nice, but you're nicer, and let's not get lost. We were on a roll here." Will ushered me deeper into the penthouse as I kicked off my shoes before turning toward him. His hands returned to my sides, backing me across the room as he kissed me again.

I was sure glad he knew where he was going because my eyes were shut, and my hands were working on getting his fly open. I wanted to feel his hard dick in the palm of my hand. He tugged at his jacket and dropped it on a glass-top dining table as we passed. Then he started groping my chest again.

When we backed into a room and he shut the door behind us and flicked on the lights, I didn't even open my eyes. He pulled the sweater over my head, then yanked my skirt down, leaving me in only my bra. I gasped and stumbled backward over the wad of material at my feet, and only then did I look up and see him shrug out of his shirt, then tug his pants off.

"Oh my…" I managed to say before his lips were on mine again, but this time his hand was on the clasp of my bra.

He growled. "You like these, don't you?" he asked, running a finger along the lace of my bra as if it were my actual skin. "I'm not sure how much longer I can hold off tearing this off you." His voice sounded strained as if he was struggling with every ounce of willpower he had not to just rip it off me right then and there.

"I…um…" I stuttered. It was hard to concentrate when his other hand was caressing my thigh and inching its way upward. My eyes fluttered closed as I bit my lip, trying to contain a moan.

"That's what I thought," he purred in my ear, his breath hot. Will undid the clasp and pulled the last of the fabric cloaking my body away and let it fall. His mouth descended on one of my breasts, swirling his tongue and then biting my nipple.

"Will!" I cried out, arching my back as I threaded my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer. He chuckled and moved to the other breast, lavishing it with the same attention. My knees were like jelly when he stood up again, but he caught me, wrapping me up in his arms and backing me to a large four-poster bed in the corner of the room.

"You are so sexy," he muttered, his voice hoarse with desire as he laid me down on the silk sheets. His hands roamed my body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. I squirmed under him, aching for him to be inside me. I tugged at his hips and spread my legs, and he kissed my shoulder, then my neck, then nipped at my ear. "Slow down, baby," he said, running a finger along my jawline. "We've got all night."

The speed at which he taunted me was torture. I was so aroused it hurt. I tried to be patient, but he was teasing, touching me everywhere, except where I needed him.

"Will, my God. Please end my torture." I moaned into his mouth as he put his weight on me and let his dick sink between my thighs. It slipped through my folds but he didn't thrust in. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he chuckled, a low rumble that vibrated my chest.

"But I want to torture you a little." His lips slid along my jaw again, down to my neck. Then he kissed his way down my stomach, stopping to swirl his tongue around each nipple. Then he spread my thighs and backed away. His stream of hot breath was chilled by the time it blew over my moisture and I shivered.

"What if I don't want to be tortured?" I smiled at him and turned over, gripping one cheek and spreading myself. "What if I put myself on display like this? Will you be able to control yourself?"

He growled, as if he were fighting with himself. But in the end his lust won out and he was on me again, kissing me hungrily. His lips pressed on my backside as he squeezed my thighs and nudged my hand out of the way.

"You're going to regret that, Ms. Reid."

I snickered as he bit the back of my thigh and made me jump. His stubble scraped along my skin and I shuddered. His fingers danced along the edge of my entrance pushing my buttons, and I wiggled my hips trying to get him to push them into me. But he used far more self-control than I had. He licked around my entrance, never once letting me have the satisfaction of actually touching it.

"Wow, God I need you," I moaned, and I clawed at the sheets. The teasing was making everything so much more intense. I was starting to enjoy it instead of feeling tortured by it.

"I'm glad to hear that," he said, and then I felt his tongue. Warm and wet, he licked my clit like it was his favorite dessert.

"Will…" I gasped and arched my back, pushing myself onto him. He growled and bit me on the ass cheek, making me moan louder. "You taste so good," he mumbled into my skin, lapping up every drop of my arousal. My legs were shaking with wanton need for him to just take me already when he touched my entrance gently with a finger. It made my entire body jolt with pleasure.

I had never come without having something in me, but I was so on the edge. "Yes," I gasped, and he continued to swirl his finger around my entrance until I was whimpering and panting. When my coil snapped it was like an explosion, my entire body shaking, my muscles clenching around nothing as he continued to tease my entrance.

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