He made a few more deft strokes, scanned her body with his gaze and did another strong line. This time he held his pencil in a different way. Every time he looked up, her body tingled under his intense focus. The dried chocolate on her chest itched, but she held her pose because he’d asked—no, ordered—her into position. His gaze jerked from his page to concentrate on her breasts. Her nipples reacted to the visual stimulation and trails of pleasure reached out to frisk other points on her body. She squeezed her thighs together in an effort to hold the sensation.
“Don’t move,” he ordered. “I won’t be much longer.”
His stern timbre sent a rush of moisture to her pussy. A quake of urgent need flailed her brain and sent lustful messages skipping the length of her torso. A moan built deep in her chest, fought for release.
“Done.” He stood abruptly and grabbed a condom. Seconds later, he approached the bed. “You can let go now.” He uncurled her fingers and gently rubbed her shoulders. “Okay?”
“Yes,” she whispered, touched by his concern and care. This man might be younger, but he was streets ahead with his charm and mature nature.
“Good, because I’m so damn randy I could hammer nails with this big boy.”
A chuckle burst from her, a laugh of joy and relief, and she parted her legs in invitation. “Thank goodness.”
He surged into her with one hard stroke, rubbing her swollen clit with his well-placed thrust. The moan slipped free as she gripped his shoulders and raised her pelvis to silently urge him onward. He set a rapid pace, hammering into her with hard plunges. Susan gripped his shoulders and went with the ride.
Tyler cursed, muttered something else she couldn’t interpret and slipped his hand between their bodies. His fingertip pressed against her clitoris and pleasure twisted her belly. He rubbed back and forth, keeping the massage gentle. The wave of pleasure was almost agonizing with its sharpness and it dragged her under, tossing her into a tempest of bliss. Her channel pulsed around Tyler’s hard cock.
A masculine shout rang out, resounding. Tyler thrust a couple more times and stilled, his heart hammering against her breasts. After a long moment, he pulled out of her and discarded the condom. He gathered her in his arms and kissed her softly, none of his previous urgency evident in the seductive press of his lips. His mouth trailed down her neck, and he licked a spot on her collarbone.
“Yum, chocolate,” he said.
Susan glanced down at her chest. The pretty design was splotchy now with some of the chocolate transferred to Tyler’s pectoral muscles. Her fingers coasted over the light dusting of dark hair on his chest and stopped to rub at a chocolate spot. She lifted her finger to her mouth and sucked. “Yum.”
His eyes crinkled at the corners and amusement twitched his mouth. He drew back and studied her with heavy-lidded eyes. “Let me clean up some of this chocolate.”
Before she could answer, his head dipped and his tongue ran a crooked path across the curve of one breast. “Tastes good.”
“Let me.” She licked solid muscles and finished with a flick of tongue over his nipple.
He jumped and grinned at her. “That zapped straight to my cock.” A yawn punctuated the words.
Susan saw beyond his smile to the fatigue settling on his shoulders. “Connor is gonna kill me if you’re too tired to play rugby tomorrow.” She sighed. “Guess it’s a guy thing, pride or something. Maybe we should shower and get some sleep.”
“Probably a good plan. We can resume this in the morning.” He paused to check his watch. “In about four hours.”
“It’s a deal,” she said and slid off the bed, holding out her hand.
“Go start the shower,” he said. “I’ll be there in a sec.”
Susan hovered for long seconds before turning away, feeling as if he’d rejected her. Stupid, really. The bathroom was tiled—a luxurious wet room with a spa bath in the corner, the requisite toilet nearby. Susan padded across the cool tiles. Nice. She twisted the control and jumped when warm water came at her from several directions.
“Great shower,” Tyler said as he strode into the room.
Susan pushed aside her earlier pique and watched him approach. Pretty. So pretty. Her hands moved to his shoulders and slid around his neck before her brain issued the instruction. He wrapped his arms around her, resting them in the small of her back.
“This beats my lonely bed at home.” His lips nibbled then his teeth closed on the lobe of her ear. The bite of teeth reverberated and awoke her slumbering passions.
“If you carry on like that, I’ll jump you. Connor will get pissed at me and I’ll have to take it out on your sexy hide.”
Tyler chuckled, a full sound of delight that made her want to laugh in return. “Part of me is tempted to continue because I’d like to see if your prediction comes true.”
“Wretch,” she said, turning in his arms to face him.
His amusement faded away, replaced by another more elusive emotion. He lifted a hand and smoothed his finger over her cheek. “You’re even better in the flesh.”
She rose on tiptoes and pressed her lips to his. “So are you.”
Tyler reached around her to fill his hands with liquid soap. “Don’t distract me,” he said sternly. “My willpower is teetering and I need my beauty sleep.”
