Page 14 of Sexpresso Night

More. She needed more.

She opened her eyes to look up at him. What did he see there? Something, because his fingers speared into her hair and he held the back of her head as he kissed her.

His mouth slanted over hers in a long, searing kiss, and she melted into him, clutching his waist with both hands. It was a hard kiss, demanding and devouring, and it should have scared her since she didn’t know him at all, but instead it sent fire streaking through her senses.

His fingers tightened on her head then twisted in her hair, and she gasped against his mouth. He drew back and looked down at her searchingly. She held his gaze, her body throbbing against his.

When he tugged again, his gaze focused intently on hers, a barrage of sparks shot from her scalp over her entire body. His eyes, already espresso-dark, went black as he watched her and he groaned. “You like that.”

She didn’t want to answer. It was crazy to enjoy having her scalp tugged on, but pleasure torched her body at the rough touch. He kissed her, tongue sliding into her mouth again and again. She strained against him, up on her toes, and when he sharply drew on her hair again, pulling her head far back, she moaned. His mouth slid over her jaw with a tiny nip, then to her throat and the pulse that beat there, and he gently sucked on her flesh.

Every nerve ending in her body jumped and danced. She ached between her legs, a ferocious hunger she hadn’t felt for a long, long time. Her breasts swelled, her nipples tingled, and when Carter’s other hand slid down to the curve of her ass and brought her up even harder against him, another low noise tore from her throat.

“I don’t want to scare you,” he muttered against her neck. “But I’m going out of my fucking mind here.” He backed her up against the wall of his small foyer and pressed into her.

“You’re not scaring me.” Her hands fisted in his shirt, her head thunked against the wall. She loved it. Loved the feel of his big, hard body shoving her up against the wall, her aching breasts press against his chest, the bulge at his crotch pushing insistently into her belly.

His body pressed against hers, the hard wall behind her. Breathless, edgy, excited, her heart surged into a rapid rhythm. Her thighs quivered and thick liquid heat converged between her legs in a needy ache.

He kissed her again and again, their mouths opening and clinging, lifting and then fusing again. For a brief moment, he drew back and pulled her tank tops off over her head. He gazed down at her breasts and she was so glad she’d worn her pink lace bra. His eyes darkened as he admired and he trailed his fingers over the cleavage revealed by the low-cut cups.

“Pretty,” he said. Heat swept from his touch up her neck and face, suffusing her in a hot glow. He reached behind her between her back and the wall and found the clasp, flicked it open then tossed the bra aside. As air kissed her bared breasts her nipples tightened and tingled even more, a harsh guttural sound came from Carter’s throat. “Very pretty.” He covered her breasts with both hands and cupped them, squeezed gently, then brushed his palms over her sensitive nipples. Then he kissed her again.

He took hold of her hands and lifted them into the wall above her head, his arms pressing against hers, hard enough that he might leave bruises on the tender flesh just above her elbows. Her belly fluttered.

A groan tore from his throat when he shifted and thrust one muscled thigh between her legs and she ground against it in a needy cadence, a seeking undulation of her hips.

“I want to fuck you right here,” he said, voice thick with arousal.

“Do it.”

He released her hands and the slight throb in her upper arms where his bones had pressed against her sent another thrill coursing through her. He reached for his wallet and fumbled for a condom, ripping it open with impressive speed, while she went for the opening of his jeans.

When she pulled him out, her chest ached with the beauty of him, long, thick, heavy veins pulsing. She palmed the velvety texture of his skin, swept her thumb over the crest before he gloved up, and then he rucked her short skirt up to her hips, grabbed her ass and lifted her against him.

The strength it took to lift her and hold her with one arm while he pulled aside her panties and directed his cock to her entrance made her shiver with delight, and then he was pushing into her, big and thick. She wrapped her legs around him.

“You’re so wet,” he groaned, still holding himself as he eased in. “Dripping wet. So sexy.”

He pushed more and more and then pulled his hand out from between them and thrust with his hips to impale her, all the way in, deep and hard. She cried out at the fierce, filling pressure and he slid both his hands under her ass.

“Christ, you feel good,” his voice rasped. “So hot, silky hot. I wish I was bare inside you so I could feel you even more.”

She trembled at his words. She wanted that too. They moved together, as much as she could in that position, working for her own release by rocking her pelvis against him as he drove up into her. It started low and slow but built fast, rose and twisted inside her, sharp and hot, higher and higher and then sparks exploded behind her eyelids as she came. She couldn’t stop the embarrassing noises that flew from her mouth, the pleasure erupting in her. And then with two more hard strokes Carter came too. Through a dark haze she saw his jaw tighten, his eyes close, and his fingers closed on her butt hard enough to leave marks as he surged into her.

They panted together for a moment and then she let her legs slid down from around his waist to the floor. He leaned his forehead on the wall beside her, his heart thudding hard enough for her to feel it, his shirt sweat-dampened, his chest rising and falling with his rapid breaths.

“Sweet Danya,” he finally said, and lifted his head. He stroked her hair off her face and kissed her again. When he withdrew from inside her she could have cried. She wanted more. Good as that had been, she hoped there was more.

And there was.

* * *

Once again he picked her up, this time carrying her to his bedroom. He laid her down on the bed then moved to flick on the lamp. Light surrounded them in a gentle glow.

She still wore her skirt and panties and he carefully removed them from her body, baring her fully to his eyes. He took her small hands in his and firmly drew them up over her head, then curled her fingers around the iron headboard railings. “Hold on tight,” he instructed her.

She nodded, eyes huge in her small face as she gazed up at him. The trust he saw there had him so hard he thought his cock would burst.

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