Page 76 of Second Time Around
“Would you like some wine?” she asked, then winced at the thought of the fifteen-dollar bottle of Chardonnay she had in contrast to the spectacular Le Montrachet they’d been drinking at his house.
He crossed the room in three strides to cup her face in his hands. “All I want right now is you,” he said.
She nodded within his grasp. “Let me show you where I keep my etchings.”
He wrapped one arm around her waist to walk down the narrow hallway to her bedroom at the back of the house. The room was small so the queen-size bed took up most of the floor space. But it looked inviting covered with its geometric-patterned duvet in tones of terra-cotta, pale blue, and cream, accented by solid-colored pillow shams in matching shades.
Will met her eyes with a solemn gaze. “Thank you for letting me come here.”
Then his eyes turned hot and he lowered his mouth to hers, teasing her lips with his tongue as he cupped her behind and brought her in against his erection.
Desire roared back to life. She ran her hands up his back, loving the swell and flex of his muscles under her touch. She traced the straight line of his spine through the fine cotton of his shirt right down to his belt and then curved her palms over the tight arcs of his buttocks.
“Ahh,” he breathed into her mouth. “I need you naked on that bed.” He stepped back and tugged the hem of her top upward until she lifted her arms to let him pull it over her head. Her bra seemed to come unhooked almost by magic under his deft fingers. He knelt in front of her to unzip her trousers and pull them down to her ankles before he kissed the lace of her panties at the juncture of her thighs. The press of his lips so close to the focus of her yearning had her hissing with anticipation.
Then he slowly traced his fingertips along all the edges of her panties, first around the top, then around each leg, skimming near the wet ache between her legs so that she held her breath, waiting.
He leaned in and inhaled before he blew out a breath that feathered over her sensitized skin, making her shiver. “You smell good enough to eat,” he said, tossing a wicked glance up at her. “Kitchen spices and aroused woman.”
Then his fingers were hooked in the side of her panties and he drew them downward. She braced one hand on his solid shoulder and stepped out of her shoes and the bundle of clothing at her ankles. He stood and grasped her shoulders so he could lower her back onto the bed. He towered above her, his eyes raking over her bare skin. “Put your hands up over your head,” he rasped.
A shiver of arousal ran through her, making her nipples tighten even more as she lifted her arms and stretched them out on the duvet.
He sucked in a breath. “Circe, Helen of Troy, and Cleopatra all in one.”
A purely feminine power surged through her. She arched her back to tempt his hands onto her breasts.
Instead he yanked open his belt and fly, pushed down his boxer briefs, and rolled on a condom. Putting his hands on her thighs, he pushed them wide open and stood between them. He slipped his hands under her bottom to tilt her pelvis upward before he drove his cock deep into her. The delicious shock of being filled abruptly made her body bow upward so her head was pressed back into the mattress. She bent her knees and braced her feet on either side of him to angle her pelvis even higher.
His fingers curled into her buttocks, holding her in the position he wanted as he withdrew and thrust in again. She looked up to see his eyes focused on the place their bodies joined, watching himself move in and out of her. The contrast of her total nakedness with his tailored business clothes fanned her arousal even higher.
His rhythm accelerated, making her hips buck against his grip. She caught the moment he lost control, his eyes slamming shut, his head falling back, his grasp tightening so he could plunge in and out of her straight and hard. As her body grew taut with desire, he shouted her name and he seated himself deep inside her where she could feel the pumping of his orgasm.
He held them like that until the last pulse of his climax died. Then he banded one forearm under her behind and slipped his finger down over her clit, hitting just the right spot to release her pent-up energy in a convulsion of sheer pleasure. She arched and bucked and screamed under the persuasion of his finger and his embedded cock, her muscles squeezing and relaxing over and over again until she went limp in his grip.
He slipped out of her and lowered her gently to the bed before disposing of his condom. He lay down on the bed on his side and gatheredher into him, the fine fabrics of his clothing soft against her skin. “I don’t suppose Gloria is hard of hearing,” he said.
Surprise made her laugh. “I was expecting something more along the lines of, ‘That was amazing!’ or ‘You’re sexy as hell.’”
An answering laugh rumbled in his chest. “I was getting to that.” He nuzzled up to her ear. “You wrenched my orgasm all the way up from my toes. I lost control.”
Satisfaction glowed through her, stoking her physical contentment. “Gloria is not hard of hearing, but she would applaud the fact that I made you lose control.”
“I got that impression when I met her.”
He’d met too many people she knew. She didn’t want him to become braided into her real life. When the end came, disentangling herself from him would be that much harder.
She glanced at the vintage Bakelite clock on her bedside table. She had forty-five minutes before she had to get ready for her night job. She pulled the corner of the duvet up from the bottom of the bed to wrap it around herself. Will heaved a sigh of regret but, after kissing her bare shoulder, let her sit up.
“I’ve been thinking about your job and the kids,” she said, brushing a stray lock of hair off his forehead as he lay on his back, his eyes so deep she felt like she could drown in them.
He levered himself up on his elbow and gave her a quizzical smile. “Such a serious topic just after sex.”
“It was serious sex, so it seems appropriate.” She laid her palm against the sharp line of his jaw. “Have you ever thought about teaching? You were amazing with those three boys. Even I could barely tear myself away from your lesson in Spartan history.”
He shook his head against her hand, but then smiled ruefully. “The look on those kids’ faces when I was telling them about the Spartans made me feel ... ‘lit,’ as Isaiah would say. Like electricity was crackling between me and them.”
“You’re a natural teacher.” She smiled with a wry edge. “Although I warn you that there are also days when you want to strangle them.”
