Page 28 of The Agent
“It’s working, isn’t it?”
She reached for his belt buckle but he dodged her hands and stood to pull off his boots and strip away his jeans and briefs. His erection stood high and proud above the carved stretch of his powerful thighs.
The longing to have him inside her surged like a tidal wave. She pushed upright to slide off her blouse and unhook her bra.
As the lacy fabric fell away, he curved his palms under her breasts to lift them. “I could spend hours just enjoying these,” he said, his gaze locked on them. The bruises Matt had left on her confidence faded under his obvious admiration.
“I’m hoping you can enjoy two things at once.” She grabbed his biceps to pull herself to her feet and unbuttoned her jeans.
“Sweetheart, let me have the pleasure.” He drew down her zipper and peeled the denim down her hips and legs, leaving her pink-lace panties in place. She kicked off her flats so she could step out of the jeans he held for her. Then he knelt in front of her so he was at eye level with her navel.
She held her breath as he hooked his fingers in the waistband of her panties and slowly dragged them down her thighs, her calves, and her ankles to pool on the floor, his fingers leaving a trail of phantom fire over her skin.
He brushed his palms up her legs to her butt, which he cupped hard to bring her closer so he could kiss one hip bone before he moved his mouth lower. When he kissed her just above her mound, his touch seemed to spiral down to the craving within her.
“Sit on the bed,” he said, his breath whispering over her skin. “I want to taste you.”
She sat and leaned back on her hands. He pushed her knees apart so he could find her clit with his tongue, flicking it and then sucking on it before he slipped the tip of his tongue inside her. The pleasure of it sent fireworks bursting through her. “Oh, God, Tully!” she moaned as she fell backward onto the bed because her arms wouldn’t hold her up any longer. “Please, yes!”
He huffed a warm gust of air against her before he pulled at her clit again, making her spine arch upward. She had just climaxed, yet here was a new one building.
She sat up and reached down to pull his head away from her. “I want you inside me when I come.”
“I love a demanding woman,” he said, looking up at her with a glaze of lust over his face even as he grinned. He reached for his jeans and fished a condom out of his wallet.
She held out her hand. He ripped the envelope open with his teeth and handed it to her before he rose to his impressive height. His cock tempted her into licking the salty little bead of semen off the tip and then putting her mouth over the head to flick her tongue against it.
When she sucked at him, he inhaled sharply before he pulled out of her mouth. “You might want to put that condom on now,” he said, his voice hoarse.
She smiled to herself as she rolled the condom down the length of him. He wasn’t as patient as he claimed to be. She gave him an extra stroke as proof.
Before she realized what was happening, he had seized her waist and moved her toward the center of the bed as though she weighed nothing. He followed her, driving one knee between her thighs and then using the other to spread them so he could fit his hips in their V. He laced his fingers with hers beside her head and braced himself over her on his forearms, his chest just grazing the hard tips of her nipples so the hair tickled deliciously.
He eased his cock inside her, her wetness allowing him to slide deeper. He was big, and she hadn’t had sex in three years, so she felt the stretch and reveled in it. The hollowness was filled and her nerve endings danced with electric delight.
“Are you good?” he asked.
“So good!” She rocked her hips to prove it.
He began to move slowly, pulling nearly all the way out before plunging back in. The hard length of him felt so perfect within her she felt tears filling her eyes. She blinked them back because she knew he would stop if he thought he was hurting her. And she did not want him to stop. A light, wonderful feeling was blooming inside her.
Except he did stop, driving into her and then curling himself down enough to find her nipple with his lips. When he sucked it into his mouth and rolled his tongue over it, she felt like a pinball machine being lit up by a ball careening in every direction. “Yes! Like that!”
He shifted to her other breast, pulling hard on it so her muscles spasmed around his cock.
That drew a groan from him that vibrated right through her. He released her nipple and locked his eyes on her face while he began to thrust again, this time faster and harder.
The motion ratcheted her arousal higher and higher.
“Come for me, baby,” he commanded. “I want to watch you come.”
She wrapped her legs around his hips to tilt her pelvis against him. When he drove in, he hit her clit and she shrieked as every molecule of her body contracted and then blew apart, her muscles pulsing around him.
“Oh yeah, Nat!” he shouted as he pumped inside her, the tendons of his neck taut with exertion.
They arched and shuddered in unison, their bodies locked together as they propelled each other to climax and then melted back onto the bed, lax with release. Tully’s full weight came down on her for a second before he rolled to the side, bringing her with him to rest on top of his rock-hard body. She closed her eyes and rested her cheek on his chest, the bang of his heartbeat loud against her ear.
“That was really something, sweetheart,” he said, blowing out a long breath and stroking one hand down the length of her back to rest on her buttock, his palm warm against her bare skin.
