Page 9 of The Last Affair
“You can let go, lover.” His words were hot and teasing. “Just tell me when you’re ready, and I’ll lead you there.”
In other words,beg for more. No. She wasn’t begging, at least not yet.
Her nonresponse led to an arrogant chuckle from him, and she continued to hold onto those sheets. It didn’t work, and in the next minutes she would learn just how quickly her resolve could crumble.
In quick succession, Maurice sucked her clit, thrust into her opening, then flattened his tongue over her pussy in a way designed to drive anyone on the receiving end of such delightful torment absolutely crazy. Her body buzzed with need, her breaths came in quick pants, and she was certain all the sheets had been ripped from the mattress at this point.
“Say the words,” he whispered over her damp skin. “Say it and set us both free, lover. Just say it.”
Desta was strung so tight she barely wanted to move for fear she’d spontaneously combust. Dragging her hands away from the comforter, she pushed them through her hair and tried to catch her breath. Tried to think coherently. Then he blew over her clit, a very soft, very warm, extremely erotic breath that sent her teetering over the edge.
“Now, Maurice. Now. Please, now!”
CHAPTER FOUR
MAURICEHADNEVERstripped out of his clothes faster than he had tonight. His dick was hard, her essence was still warm and spicy on this tongue, and she was lying on that bed totally naked, like a dessert prepared especially for him.
She watched him as he stood at the end of the bed, smoothing the condom down his length. Her eyes were fixed on him, her heated gaze zeroing in on his dick, making it jump in anticipation. When did she start to look better than any pinup photo or adult-movie star he’d ever seen?
He climbed onto the bed, still watching her watch him. Her hair was down around her shoulders, brushing over her lovely golden-brown skin—skin he wanted to run his fingers and his tongue over. First, he was going to kiss that spot at her throat, right where her pulse beat as wildly as his heart was at this very moment. She spread her legs as he continued his trek toward her.
“This isn’t going to be slow.” The thought just occurred to him that this was their first time, and women often liked the first time to be slow. So they could commemorate or recall it later. He’d had no idea, but he’d recalled hearing that a time or two from someone he couldn’t remember at the moment. “I promise it’ll be good, but not slow. Not this time.”
When he was close enough, he slid his arms beneath the backs of her knees, lifting her legs to rest on his shoulders.
She reached her hands between them, cupping his dick in her palms once again. “Did I ask for slow?”
That question, coupled with the feel of her hands on him and the look of sheer wantonness on her face, just about drove him over the edge. In the next second he was sliding his dick inside her with one deep thrust that had them both moaning and gasping for their next breath.
As promised, he wasn’t slow. He grabbed her ankles, held onto her and pumped fiercely. She was so wet he slid in and out of her with such ease and pure delight. He clenched his teeth to keep from crying out. The rush of pleasure had his eyes closing as he continued to rotate his hips, pull out and then thrust back in. When he cracked his eyes open, it was to see her palming her breasts, squeezing until only the dark brown of her nipples was noticeable between her fingers. They puckered as if they were staring at him, trying to tell him something, to entice him, to drive him insane.
“Yes,” she moaned, licking her lips quickly. “Yes. More, more, more.”
He gave her exactly what she asked for, holding tight to her ankles as he pushed her legs away from his shoulders, spreading them into a wide V. Her mouth gaped, and her eyes widened as he rotated his hips again, much slower this time. She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth, biting down on it as she stared up at him. The guttural groan that rumbled from her chest was like a reward.
“You want more of this? How much more can you take?” He wanted to pump harder, to go deeper, to release all the desire that had built up in his mind every time he’d read one of her emails. He wanted to feel each one of the words, to make them come to life in every thrust and push of his dick inside her.
“All. I want it all.” She’d spoken so clearly and so decisively he’d almost grinned, because for a moment she’d sounded like she was in the boardroom. Except he’d never seen Des naked before. He’d never even imagined her body would look this great without clothes or that she would be so warm and wet. So damn perfect.
Aiming to please, he eased one of her legs down to the bed, still keeping the other one pressed up against his chest, working in and out of her from a new angle. The groan that erupted from his chest with how good that first deeply penetrating stroke felt made his throat feel raw. Her fingers clenched the already-mussed sheets as she mumbled his name.
Hisname.
Maurice.
Said in the throes of pleasure, in Des’s voice.
It was his turn to bite down on his lip as his dick was so deep inside her warm heat he thought he would surely drown. If so, it would be with a smile on his face. But he wasn’t finished. Not until she was. To shift positions again, he eased out of her, immediately missing the feel of her tight muscles gripping his dick, milking him. She moved without instruction, as if she knew what she wanted, rolling until she was on her hands and knees.
“Yeah.” He grinned and repeated the one word. “Your favorite position.”
When he smacked both hands to the plump cheeks of her ass, she sighed and wiggled that ass in invitation for another smack.
She hissed this time as he’d put a little more sting into the second slap. “You know why this is my favorite position?”
He already knew because she’d told him...in a very lengthy email message. “Tell me, lover. Tell me exactly what you want me to do while I’m back here.”
“Hard,” she whispered. “I want it hard and fast. Make me come, hard and fast.”
