Page 89 of Second Act
Another groan wrenched itself from his throat as she stroked her fingers along him. She tugged at the hem of his shirt. “That needs to go.”
She kept her hand on his cock but savored the flex of his arm muscles as he crossed them to jerk the shirt over his head. His abdomen rippled with the movement, and she trailed her fingers over the sculpted muscles there.
He watched her hand move over his body, sometimes reacting with a contraction or an intake of breath. But when she got closer to her other hand, still wedged in his jeans, he suddenly grasped his pants and briefs and shoved them down to free her hand and his cock.
She circled her fingers around him and drew them down to the base and up again, loving the velvet solidity of him. His head fell back as he murmured, “Ahh, Jess.” She did it again, and he grew harder.
She swung her legs around to kneel on the bed and leaned in to kiss the tip, licking the tiny white bead that had formed there. His groan sounded as though it came from his toes, and he clasped her head between his hands. “Once more and then you have to stop.”
She swirled her tongue over him again, making his cock jump, but then he gently moved her head away from him. “I want this first time in your bed to last,” he rasped.
She licked her lips with her gaze locked on his face. “We can always make the second time last.”
His laugh was ragged, and she reveled in her power over this man who looked like a dark god come to earth. “We’ll compromise.”
“I don’t know what that means, but I figure I can’t lose either way.” She lay back again.
“That’s the spirit.” He unbuttoned her jeans and worked them off, leaving her panties behind. She mentally congratulated herself on taking one lunch hour off to go lingerie shopping so she could wear pretty, sexy undergarments for Hugh.
“I like to see how wet your panties are,” he said, trailing his finger down around one opening at the top of her thigh before he burrowed under the satin. When he found her clit and just feathered over it, the coil of longing wound tighter between her legs.
“You feel like silk and a warm Polynesian sea.” He knelt over her on the bed, his hand still beneath her panties. Then he slipped one finger inside her and angled down to close his mouth over one breast.
The movement of his hand, the pull of his mouth, the brush of his thighs on either side of hers, made her undulate on the bed as delicious sensations hurtled through her from every direction. She closed her eyes and rode the wave of desire higher and higher.
When it was close to cresting, she grabbed his wrist. “You, not your hand.”
“But I want to taste you,” he growled against her skin.
“Then it won’t last.”
“Compromise, remember?”
“You’ve been warned.” She released him, and he stripped her panties off with a few deft motions. Pushing her knees wide, he scooted down the bed to lie between her thighs. When his tongue touched her, she felt the first spark of her climax. He licked a long, slow stroke over her clit, and her hips came off the bed as her muscles clenched in a tidal wave of orgasm. “Hu-u-ugh!” she moaned as he licked her again and a second wave of pleasure rolled through her.
He coaxed another surge of release from her and then laid his cheek on her abdomen as she shuddered through the gentler echoes of climax while she came down from the peak. For a while she simply lay there, suffused with the glow of satisfaction, loving the scruff of Hugh’s six o’clock shadow and the tickle of his hair against her belly.
Finally, he lifted his head and licked his lips in the same slow, sensual way she’d done, except she was certain that when he did it, it looked sexier. “That was my kind of dessert. Sinfully delicious and without calories.” His voice was a low purr. He kissed her stomach and slid upward so they lay side by side.
Jessica snuggled up against him to bask in his body heat. “I’m pretty sure I burned calories. My internal muscles got quite a workout.”
He huffed out a chuckle and nuzzled against her hair. His erection was hard against her hip, but he seemed to be in no hurry to satisfy himself. “My trainer would approve.”
“Those muscles don’t exactly show from the outside.” She kissed his pec because it was there.
“Maybe not, but a satisfied woman has a visible glow.”
She certainly felt as though she shimmered with the bliss of Hugh’s touch. “I think it’s time to give you a glow, too.” She shifted her hip against his cock.
“No rush. I’ll be here all night.” His voice held a deep note of happiness, which she couldn’t quite understand. They’d spent the night together before.
“Well, I might be in a rush.” Pushing him over onto his back, she propped herself up on her elbow to watch his face as she feathered her fingertips over the length of him, trying different angles and strokes to see what pleased him the most. When she worked her way down to cup his balls, his eyelids fluttered closed over the blue blaze of his eyes, and the cords of his neck stood out as he pressed himself into her touch.
She draped her hair over one shoulder and slipped her mouth over him, tasting the salt of his arousal.
“Jes-s-s-s-s,” he hissed, his hips bucking. He twisted his fingers into her hair and held on to it as she explored his cock at a leisurely pace. When she started to increase the rhythm, he gave her hair a gentle tug. “Inside you. I want to feel every inch of you against me.”
His words seemed to run over her skin like liquid fire, stoking the still-radiant embers in her belly back into full flame. She scrabbled around for the condom he’d dropped on the bed when he stripped off his jeans, ripping the envelope open with her teeth and stroking the condom onto him with deliberately teasing touches.
