Page 11 of Seduction in Spades

I slowly glide my mouth up and down his length and smile at the curses and ragged breath coming from his mouth.

“I’ve been hard for you since I saw you on the dance floor at The Club.” He abruptly pulls away and in one swift move, picks me up so I’m standing in front of him. “While your mouth feels like fucking heaven, I want my cock buried deep inside you.”

Why couldn’t I have worn a skimpy skirt tonight instead of tight jeans? I reach for the button, but Superman spins us around so my back is against the door.

“I need to taste you.” He lowers his mouth to mine, and I swear I can orgasm from his tongue alone.

His lips are soft and full. Demanding yet giving. He sips at my lips before pushing his tongue into my mouth and tasting me like I’m a top-shelf tequila. I moan, or maybe he does. I can’t differentiate between his breath and mine.

I clutch at his shoulders, and he lifts me under my ass. My legs wrap around his waist, and he rubs his stiff cock against the seam of my jeans.

“Why are my jeans still on?” I say into his mouth. I run my fingers through his hair and tug, then push his head so we’re even closer together. My hips can’t help the dance they’re doing against his stomach.

I’ve got to have a major wet spot in the crotch of my jeans by now. He slips a hand between us, and I thank all the sex gods for the relief I’m about to get, but he massages my breast instead of my clit.

“Touch me,” I moan into his mouth.

“I’m working on it, sweetheart.” He lifts my shirt and tugs down my bra, then latches on to my nipple.

“Oh god.”

“Since we’re not exchanging names.” He looks up at me, and I see my nipple wet from his mouth. “God works for me.”

I groan and tip my head back against the door, thrusting my nipple into his mouth while pressing my crotch against his stomach. I’ll let him feast on my boobs for a few more minutes, but then my jeans are coming off and his fingers, mouth, or cock are entering me. I’ll take anything I can get.

Preferably a little time with each. He moves over to my other breast and sucks on my nipple. Make that a lot of time with each. Damn, this man has good hands. And a delectable mouth.

I push my heels into his ass. “Think you can manage to keep my boob in your mouth while I take my jeans off?”

“Mm.” His voice vibrates on my nipple, sending a bolt to my lady parts. Shit. I’m going to have the same problem as him and end up creaming my pants. Ew. Gross. I never talk like that. Not that I’m saying my thoughts out loud.

Dear God. Please tell me I’m not that far gone in a sexual haze that I’m speaking my thoughts out loud.

He reaches his free hands between our nearly joined bodies and inches his fingers under the waistband of my jeans.

Thank you, God.I have no problem referring to Superman as God. His body, his eyes, his humor, his mouth, and no doubt, his fingers, are all god-like.

My jeans are tight for him to get a good angle, but he manages to slip one finger under my panties and into my wet folds.

“Fuck, you’re wet.”

“Yeah. Hence the problem with the jeans.”

I lower one foot to the ground, and instead of helping me unbutton, he pushes his finger deeper inside me. I close my eyes and groan. If one finger can make me feel this good, I can’t even begin to imagine how good the rest of him will feel inside me.

He curls his finger and hits a spot that has me curling my toes and biting back an orgasm. It’s too soon for my body to find release. I’ve never climaxed this quickly and with such little effort. I’m on the cusp of losing my vision when he adds a second finger.

Ho-ly. Shiiiit. I clench my teeth together to fight the climax, but it continues to build, and he continues to hook his fingers inside while he plays with my clit with his thumb. Exploding on his fingers after thirty seconds will make me seem cheap and easy.

Or possibly reveal I haven’t been with a man in too long.

“Come for me, sweetheart. I can feel how close you are,” he whispers in my ear.

And, shit, if I can control my body now. He owns it. I convulse around his fingers and pump my hips into him while I bite back my scream. I nearly black out from the intensity and remind myself to keep breathing. I don’t want him to see how needy I was for that orgasm.

I slow my breathing and dare open my eyes. He’s staring back at me with a satisfied grin. Yeah. He figured out how easy I am.

“You’re fucking gorgeous when you come.”

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